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Post by mason xander knight on Jan 31, 2010 15:52:46 GMT -5
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/SIZE][/COLOR] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color] 'CAUSE I SAID MAYBE, YOU'RE GONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES ME. AND AFTER ALL, YOU'RE MY WONDERWALL.[/center][/color] mason was a complete wreck. he had never been this nervous before. he wasn't usually somebody who was very nervous anyway - he loved to perform, for everyone's eyes to be on him, and although he, like everyone, suffered pre show nerves, it was nothing compared to this. but, then again, savannah did seem to be the only person who could make him feel things he had never thought possible. when he was with her, he was happier than he'd ever been before, kind of like how being high on cocaine must feel to a junkie... and without her, like the past month or so, he had never felt worse. and now? now he was near enough literally shaking with nerves and fear, wondering if this was the right thing to do, whether he was just being stupid, whether she'd just laugh at him or maybe just ignore him. and he knew if she did that, it was all over, for him, or him&her, for everything he guessed. he couldn't take it if he did this, played this song for her, in his last final, desperate attempt because he missed her too goddamn much... for her to just fling it all back in his face and say she didn't care. that he'd ruined it enough, that she had moved on, that she was too good for him. the last was true, he knew that... but to hear her say it? he didn't think he could handle that, not with all the shit that had happened between them in the last month. he couldn't believe it had only just been a month either. it felt like fucking centuries since they'd looked at each other and smiled. only just one month since he'd been able to think of her name without wanting to curl up under his bed and never resurface. just one month and yet it seemed like a lifetime.
it was their first day of recording. he needed to do this now, he knew, but he really just needed another week, another month, just so he could perfect this song, just so it could be everything he wanted it to be, so that it'd be enough to win her over, at least for a little while. and he wasn't sure if it was going to work - whether anything was going to work and help to make them better, and bring them back together again. maybe he was just being stupid thinking that just a song about her could change her mind, and make her realize just how much he needed her in his life? and god, how he hated sounding so emo, even in his thoughts. it made him sound quite pathetic, he knew it, like he was about to go and cry in a corner or whatever. and, to be fair, he probably could do that now, now that garret buggered off back to ireland. he was all alone in this goddamned apartment, and it felt kind of wrong, like he should just lock it up and go somewhere else because it didn't feel right without garret being there, somehow, but he didn't. he wasn't sure why, but part of the reason was because he wasn't sure where else he could go. sure, people had offered when he'd first left.. well, now caleb and savannah's apartment, but he doubted they would now, it just wouldn't be fair to go up to them and ask if he could stay there. and besides, garret was happy for him to stay all on his own in his apartment, so he guessed it wouldn't hurt. he was actually cleaning up after himself now, which was a surprise in itself, because he didn't want to leave his junk all over garret's apartment. he'd need to keep it habitable, in case the whole thing later that day in the recording studio went horribly wrong.
he should probably practice one last time, because he knew he was going to mess up a chord, or stumble over some of the lyrics, but he didn't. if he was going to fuck up, one more practice wouldn't help - it'd just make him feel more nervous and anxious and he'd never get anywhere being all jittery and scared. because, yeah, he was scared and he wasn't really going to try and deny it, because no-one would believe him anyway. he was so, so scared, and it was weird, because it was savannah he was scared of, and how she was going to react, and savannah was seemingly the last person on earth he would be frightened of, next to baskets of kittens and fucking unicorns. and yet here he was, with about half an hour to go until they were due to be in the recording studio, not even dressed yet, instead just in his boxers, feeling sick to his stomach with nerves. he was pretty pathetic, and he loathed himself for it, he really did. anyway, why should he be scared of savannah? she was doing perfectly fine without him, she looked like she didn't have a care in the world whilst he was hiding out in someone else's apartment, cowering. he wasn't going to let that happen. she'd laugh at him forever if she found out, and there would be absolutely no chance of them getting back together after that. she wouldn't want to date a coward - nobody would. and if he wanted to get back together with savannah, however unlikely it was seeming, he was going to have to be brave and not be a bloody pussy anymore. with that thought in mind he jumped up off of the couch, nearly knocking his guitar tot he floor, but managing to catch it just in time, before heading into the shower. if nothing else, he was going to look his best for her. so, if all else failed, and she didn't want him back, and she was already over him, at least he didn't look like a total wreck in the progress.
his positive outlook only lasted a couple of minutes, before he got into the shower and was promptly drenched in freezing cold water. he yelped in surprise, jumping backwards and tripping over the edge of the shower/bath combo and falling flat on his arse. thank god nobody else was in the apartment at the moment. jesus christ. he winced and frowned at his reflection in the mirror, before changing the water temperature from safely outside the shower. when it was finally warm enough, he stepped in, and showered hurriedly before the water could turn cold. shit. he was going to be late. this was just turning out perfect, right? he'd planned this all meticulously, something he never liked to do, and now it was all failing. the perfect example of why he never made plans, because he always seemed to ruin them. finally though, he got out and quickly dried himself off, his arse still smarting from where he'd smacked down on the cold tiles. he got dressed hurriedly, knowing that he was going to be late, and not wanting to arrive incredibly late, before looking at his reflection in dismay. so much for looking his best. his hair was still damp and his hoodie was too big and his jeans were all faded and... ugh. whatever. he wasn't going to fret over his appearance anymore. he was going to just get this over and done with, before he made it any worse.
there was a small bright side - at least it was not raining. it was suitably cloudy, and slightly cold, but it wasn't obnoxiously sunny, and it wasn't pouring it down with rain, so he didn't mind. he slid into his car, placing his guitar at the back, before reversing out of the driveway and into the road. whilst he drove, he turned the radio off and instead sung his lyrics in his head, making sure that he wasn't going to forget them. he could always improvise he guessed, but it wouldn't sound as good. he had struggled with these lyrics for a couple of weeks now, trying to figure out how to verbalise his thoughts and his feelings for her, without taking it sound too emo or clingy or whatever. it had been quite awkward - in the past, the lyrics he had written were mostly all happy, 'life rules!' lyrics, and they'd been easier to write than... well, this. it had been really hard, but somehow he'd managed o do it, and he remembered them all, and hey, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. maybe she wouldn't' just outright laugh at him, and tell him he was silly, that he was in too deep and she couldn't give a flying fuck either way about him anymore... yeah. that wasn't going to happen. he was sure of it .that couldn't happen. the savannah he knew wouldn't be that harsh... but then again, what did he really know about her anymore? had it all just been one big lie? he really didn't know. but he was okay. he was going to do this. it was going to be fine.
he pulled into the bni studio's parking lot and realized he was making a big fucking mistake. he couldn't do this. in the next ten minutes or so, he was going to be in the recording studios, making a huge, huge fool of himself, and he couldn't do that. he sat in his car, staring down at his hands in his lap and trying to will himself to just get out, but he couldn't. he flipped his phone open, just to see what the time was, and found out he was already five minutes late. 'aw fuck, fuck, fuck,'
[/b] he mumbled to himself. he could just decide to drive back to the apartment, right? he didn't have to do this, really... but deep inside, he knew he did, so after a few more agonizing minutes, he opened the car door and stepped out, pulling his guitar case with him and slinging it over his shoulder. locking his car, he walked into the studios, past the reception desk and into the second recording studio. caleb and savannah were already there, and he gave them a slight smile, trying to stop his hands from shaking as he sat down on the sofa and took his guitar out from the guitar case. 'so, uh,'[/b] he started, just deciding to skip over the apologies for being late; he could deal with that later, when he'd gotten this over and done with. 'so, i suggest we start with 'into thin air',' he said with a nod, gripping his guitar slightly as the other two agreed. he'd chosen into thin air because it started with the same chord as his own song, so nobody would get suspicious. he started playing, before going off into his song, trying to keep his fingers steady as he stared down a his guitar, before beginning to sing. 'i never realized what i had, until you left...' he wasn't going to fuck this up. he couldn't. 'now i can't say your name without feeling empty..' he didn't want to look up, didn't want to see savannah's reaction, if she was going to laugh. and he carried on, staring down at his guitar and playing, subconsciously feeling sorry for caleb who must be feeling incredibly awkward right now. as he played the final chord, he shifted slightly, staring down at his feet awkwardly, his heart thumping in his chest. she was going to laugh at him now. aw shit. he was feeling even more nervous now, like he was about to be sick or something. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size] ----------------------------------------- WORDS! 1956 o:. // TAG! sammie/savannah <3 NOTES! holycrap this is long... but rubbish, sorry <3!CREDIT! BELLA DOESN'T OWN A SWAN ? @ CAUTION, BBY. [/font][/size]
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Post by savannah fae murray-knight on Feb 8, 2010 11:31:53 GMT -5
I WANNA FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU [/color] so how do we begin?[/center][/color] Savannah was absolutely positive completely miserable as she had been for almost a month now. Ever since Mason had dumped her for supposedly cheating on him with Lennon. Well that was a complete and total lie. In reality, she had only been with Lennon for fifteen minutes during the entire party before he went off, saying he spotted someone he knew who he needed to talk to, and he had left Savannah alone for the rest of the party. In all actuality, she hadn’t really done much at that party. She had done some dancing with some of the people she knew, drank a beer, not even enough for her to feel it, after all she drove and she wanted to be able to make it home, as she wasn’t sure if Lennon had planned on drinking or not. She honestly hadn’t even seen Lennon until the end of the party. It had never really struck her as strange though, until a few days ago when it had been brought up again.
Savannah had been laying down on the couch, watching some stupid cheesy lifetime movie about some girl accused of murder, and no one would believe her because all the evidence that were provided pointed straight to her. Savannah could relate to this girl. Hardly anyone believed that she hadn’t cheated on Mason. She wasn’t quite sure why they didn’t believe her. Had she ever cheated on him before? No. Nor did she ever plan on it. She loved Mason far to much to ever even dream of being with another person. That was about the time that she just randomly started crying again. Something she had not done in about a week or so, so she just got pissed off at herself even more, and that was about the time that Caleb had walked in. he finally talked her into telling him what was wrong, and he had told her that he believed her. Well this had just baffled Savannah, why would Caleb of all people believe Savannah? He was supposed to be Mason’s best’s friend. Wouldn’t that mean that he should automatically take his side? When she questioned this, he had hesitantly explained to her that he believed her, because it was himself who had been with Lennon for the entire party. Well…that was certainly a shocker. Her efforts at begging him to come clean to Mason were all in vain, as he was not ready for anyone else to know. So glumly, she had promised to never tell as soul what he had told her, and she had gone back to her stupid life time movie.
That had been a few days back. Now, Savannah was climbing out of the shower to get ready for their first day back in the recording studio in what seemed like forever. They had a few new songs that they were going to record that would go out on their new cd that was due to be released right after Thanksgiving. She was sure it wasn’t going anywhere as good as their first CD, as, well, it was still awkward in the band. Mason and Savannah had only been talking to each other when it was required. It still killed her to see him. Especially when he was goofing around with Caleb. Glancing at the clock, she realized she still had an hour to go, but, she was going to get dressed and leave now anyway. Last time she had been late, and she certainly did not want that to happen again. Throwing on some random clothes. She ran a brush through her hair, which was slightly curling on her shoulders, and she took off towards her car. She hadn’t expected to be the first one there. But shortly after she arrived, Caleb came in. All they were missing was Mason.
She idly tapped her fingers on her keyboard. Surely he would be here soon wouldn’t he? Its not that she could really get upset with him, now could she. Hadn’t she herself been late to the last two practices they had before recording. In all honesty, the first one had been an accident. She had simply woken up late, and things just didn’t go her way. Though, the second event she really wouldn’t call an accident, as she had fully intended to not show up at all, but her guilt was stronger than her anger, and she had dragged her butt in ten minutes late, ignoring the glares she was given. It was just hard. Seeing Mason was the hardest fucking think she ever had to do. Clearly, someone high and mighty up in the sky really hated her for whatever reason, and loved to see her suffering. She glanced at Caleb and gave him a small smile as if to say ‘ I am sure he will be here any moment.’ at least she really hoped he would. They only had two hours to record today, and they needed to get through what they could get through. After what seemed like forever, Mason finally walked into the room with a small smile. Savannah wanted to be irritated with him, she really did. But when he gave her and Caleb a small smile, she couldn’t really be mad at him. She remembered how she used to live for just a smile from him. Even now his smiles could fix everything, even if he was only smiling out of politeness. Savannah popped her fingers as Mason said that they should start with ‘Into Thin Air’. She nodded in agreement; as really, Mason was kind of the leader of the band being the front man, and then Caleb would really be the second one. Savannah was just luckily to have found these two to start a band with.
Stretching her arms, she let her fingers glide across the piano as they started the song. Suddenly, the song was sounding wrong. She stopped playing and started at Mason. What the hell was Mason singing? These were not the right lyrics to Into Thin Air. Really, what as this kid thinking? They only had two hours in the recording studio for the day, and everyone knew it took quite a few tries to perfect a song, and here he was, going off on his on little- Wait…. She looked at Mason with a confused look. What was this? Was he singing her a song? She looked at Caleb in confusion, but he just shrugged and looked off uncomfortably. She felt a knot in her throat as she looked back at Mason, who was just looking down at his guitar as he played. The song was…..easily the most beautiful thing she had ever heard in her entire life. She could feel herself getting emotional. Surely he wasn’t just playing with her. She sat there silently, letting the tears in her eyes freely fall down her cheeks. Once the song had ended, she tried to steady her breathing before standing up and walking over to Mason, and took his chin in her hand. Bring her lips onto his, she kissed him with all the passion she could manage to put into one single kiss. Oh how she had missed those lips on her own! “That was honestly the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me Mason. I am….God, I am so sorry this entire thing happened at all. I have been so miserable with out you, and in the process I am sure I have made Caleb just as miserable. I am so so sorry for even putting myself in a position where you could even think I may have cheated…though I am not sure if you still believe that or not, and frankly I don’t care. As long as you are talking to me again, that’s all I can ask for. I promise, I wont party again. I wont give you a reason to not trust me.”
[/color] she said, looking down at her own feet. Damn, all she had managed to do was bring up why he broke up with her in the first place, and idly ramble about it. She sure was a keeper huh? “Sorry, uh…I’ll just stop talking now.”[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] MASON<3//1372// Outfit//Crappy? Sorry? [/size]
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Post by mason xander knight on Feb 26, 2010 16:37:01 GMT -5
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/SIZE][/COLOR] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color] 'CAUSE I SAID MAYBE, YOU'RE GONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES ME. AND AFTER ALL, YOU'RE MY WONDERWALL.[/center][/color] savannah...savannah was everything mason viewed as perfect and more. she was everything he needed, and he was so fucking miserable without her. he hated to admit it. hated to freely admit that yeah, hi, i’m a mess without my girl and i can’t stand the fact she doesn’t feel the same way. because she didn’t. if she’d cheated on him, with lennon, she obviously didn’t love him the way he loved her. and yeah, he did love her, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. he’d known the girl since h was fifteen. she’d occupied his head long after their summer fling had ended and she’d disappeared. and she’d been occupying his head for most of the time ever since they’d met again, just over a year ago now. it was weird, actually. a couple of weeks ago had been the band’s one year anniversary, really...and it had been the most awkward feeling. he’d marked the date on his phone, the day after violet sunday had been made. he’d been so pumped to get towards this date, when they could finally say they’d spent a whole year as a band.. and were still together. but they barely were. it had been so awkward. caleb had just tended to shuffle around them and try not to get involved. which mason totally understood. it wasn’t fair for him to expect caleb to take his side. and well... it wasn’t as if they’d even been living in the same apartment for christ’s sake. he’d been living with garret. when he’d woken up to find his phone blaring at him with the words ONE YEAR. ONE MOTHERFUCKING YEAR! staring back at him, he had kind of wanted to cry. but he didn’t. he hadn’t at all since the break up, and he wasn’t going to then. it seemed like the barrier between ‘completely miserable’ and ‘downright fucked up, down and side wards’. he wasn’t about to cross that barrier if he could help it.
he couldn’t help but think about that now, waiting to start his song. they’d been a band for one year, and almost all of it had been perfect. and to do it all with the best friend he’d ever had, and the love of his life? it was just crazy. he’d been so lucky and even now that things were sour and everything seemed to be going wrong, the band had just about stayed together. he marvelled at that. he wasn’t sure how long it would be able to carry on for... but he hoped, that, even if his song didn’t work today, the band would hold on. he needed this band, almost as much as he needed savannah. it was the best fucking thing that had ever happened to him really. it was how he’d met savannah again. it was ho he’d met all of his amazing friends at batteries not included, and all that shows they’d played, and how many people actually came and sung the words along with him, and knew every single lyric he‘d wrote, off by heart. it astounded him, how loyal their fans were, how long they waited just to meet him or his two favourite people in the world. it was so surreal, but in an amazing way. and the fact was, that he didn’t want to keep the band going just for him, just because he needed this band more than anything. it was also for every single one of their fans, who somehow thought that he was amazing enough to queue outside in the freezing cold for hours without losing hope, just to meet him for five minutes, get an autograph, maybe a picture if their camera decided to work for them. it overwhelmed him really.
once he’d finished playing his song, he just stared at his feet. he didn’t really want to see the look on savannah’s face, mostly because he was sure she would either look horrified at the fact someone was so in love with her.. or she’d be trying not to laugh at his pathetic attempt at trying to turn his negative feelings into lyrics - either way. and both of those emotions weren’t going to help them repair their relationship, weren’t going to help them keep the band together, wasn’t going to help them at all. he looked up as he heard the creak of the piano stool, as savannah stood up. oh shit. she was crying. why was she crying? what had he done? he felt even worse now, in the few seconds it took for savannah to walk over to him. he’d made her cry. he was such a jerk. then he felt her lips against his and his eyes fluttered open again in surprise, kissing her back, pushing his lips against hers as if it were the last time he was ever going to kiss her. how he’d missed that, missed her, even more than he’d thought. how stupid he’d been, to muck this up, to nearly ruin their relationship because he was paranoid and didn’t think himself good enough for her. how idiotic he’d been, to think that someone as perfect as her, would do something as horrible as cheating. it was ridiculous. he couldn’t even comprehend it. he felt a lump form in his throat as she began to speak. he wasn’t going to cross this barrier into completely fucked wreck. he wasn’t going to. he blinked hard, his eyes stinging slightly as he looked at her, waiting for her to finish speaking and trying to prepare himself so he wouldn’t sound stupid when he opened his mouth. he wasn’t going to cry. not in front of her. not even in front of her. he set his guitar down slowly, resting it against the sofa as she finished speaking, before taking in a deep, shuddering breath as he figured out what to say,
‘sav.....shit. sav. i just.... i can’t believe i could have ever thought you’d cheated. really, i just... i guess, i was just paranoid that you’d realize you were too perfect for me,’
[/b] he laughed slightly, his voice cracking on the last word. shit. he scrubbed at his eyes furiously with his sleeve, grinning at her ‘god, i am such a sap. anyway. uhm.... i just... i love you so much. i really do. and i mean.... i thought i was lucky enough to have you to myself a whole summer, because i’ve got to admit, before this year, that had made it the best year of my life.. and then when we found each other again, i thought myself the luckiest person in the world.. and i still do. and i guess. when i heard the rumour... i just, jumped to conclusions. but all i ever did was fuck things up. and i ... through it all, i was so fucking miserable. really, i feel sorry for everyone who had to hang around with me, i was a complete wreck without you. so i guess,’ he wiped at his eyes again, standing up and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, never wanting to let go. ‘i guess i’m ready to admit i need you more than anything else in the world sav, and i’m never going to let anything take you away from me,’ he buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent as he hugged her tight, his arms wrapped around her waist. now that he’d admitted it to her, now that everything as sorted out, now that he had his girl back in his arms again, he felt so much lighter, as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. although his eyes were damp (from anything but tears) and he still had that knot in his throat that made it hard to swallow, he found himself smiling into her hair. everything was okay again. it was going to be all right, he knew it. his major screw up hadn’t ruined everything. he swallowed slightly, mumbling into her hair, ‘i’m sorry. for everything. i screw up a lot but i hope you’ll forgive me. i don’t want you the stop partying...really, i don’t. i’m not that mean.’[/b] he laughed softly, his heart not hurting quite as much anymore. ‘i just.... i guess i’m just hope i’m good enough for you. because i didn’t think i was.. and that’s why i believed it. cause, yanno. you’re amazing. and i love you.’[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size] ----------------------------------------- WORDS! 1412 :]. // TAG! sammie/savannah <3 NOTES! i kind of like it?CREDIT! BELLA DOESN'T OWN A SWAN ? @ CAUTION, BBY. [/font][/size]
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