Post by SCARLETT AUTUMN ARCHER on Apr 11, 2010 8:43:16 GMT -5
SCARLETT AUTUMN ARCHER,
[/size][/color]they don't know about us[/i][/b]
nineteen, scar, lettie, 'mommy', cutie, shorty mcshort shorts, musician, hayley williams[/font][/color][/i]
ITS TOO LATE TO GO,[/size][/color]
it's getting light out[/i][/b]
" so, for the record, who are you? "my name is scarlett autumn archer, i don't really have any nicknames, unless you count when random people call me 'shortie', or 'cutie'. yes? well then, i suppose i do have nicknames. emily sometimes calls me mommy, but i don't mind too much.
" and when were you born and where? "i am nineteen years of age; my birthday falling on halloween, of all days. now, don't get me wrong or anything; i do love halloween but when that day is your birthday and you're from nashville... well, i think i'll leave you to figure that one out for yourselves, 'kay?
" what do you do? "self-confessed video game-aholic! no; i'm kidding, i'm actually a famous musician, currently on tour in los angeles.
" so for the readers, tell them what you look like. "what do i look like? you've been here with me for five minutes already and you haven't taken in my appearance? (i'm sure everyone else knows what i look like). wonderful! well, for starters i am a very short, orange/red/yellow haired person with pale skin and amazing, beautiful, mysterious grey/green eyes. i don't weigh very much at all, and some say i remind them of a chick called hayley williams. i wear mainly skinny jeans and striped t-shirts with oversized hoodies, but i have been known to wear things like skirts, shorts and the occasional dress. really; i dress according to the weather and my mood. awesome, right?
" what do you really love in this world? "i like a lot of things like, making music for people; smores; the rain; instruments (musical) and the simple pleasures in life. i also love games consoles; and the video games they bring. i am a huge gaming nerd. horror movies are scary, yet fun, and wouldn't be horror movies if they weren't. homemade cookies and pasta dishes are unbeatable. the pittsburgh penguins are an ace ice hockey team, but i do prefer real penguins. australia is a beautiful place but more than anything, i love my niece, my friends and this wonderful opportunity to travel the world.
" and those you kinda loathe? "i'm not really a person to dislike stuff, but if i really have to tell you, then i can start with my hatred of liars and people that pose - fake, plastic people. that's just not cool in my books. i also dislike spiders; doesn't matter about the size, or the color, i dislike them all. reality tv shows can be entertaining, but they get too annoying and too boring way too quickly - unless that's just me and my short attention span. loud, unexpected noises and being sneaked up on are freaky. as are geese and seagulls. small, no, very small rodents/animals make me scream like the girl that i am, and i positively hate the sneaky, low-life, amatuer paparazzi.
" what are you aspiring towards? "aspirations? hm, well if you had asked me that six years ago, i probably would have answered with something along the lines of: 'to make music the whole world can hear and relate to in one way, or another.' but since that's my goal already done, i guess my newest aspirations would be to raise my niece in the best possible way, and i'd also like to carry on making meaningful lyrics and music for people to listen to for years to come.
" and what scares the royal bejesus out of you? "i'm not going to lie; i'm scared of the dark and what lies beneath it. also; don't you think that clowns are just too scary for actual words? and i'm afraid of going home.
" do you have any secrets? "i stayed by my sister's side in the hospital and watched her die after i made the decision to switch her life support machine off. my 'father' is actually my step-father and i don't like him at all..
" so, tell us what you're like. "i'm sure the media have made up some wild story about how crazy, stupid and reckless i am, but that's not true. i'm actually a very well-behaved person; okay i occasionally use profanities (which i find fun to type on a chat-app on my cell phone), but that doesn't really mean anything. as i said when you asked me about the things that i loathe, me and liars don't get on very well. i've never lied to anyone and i don't intend on doing that anytime soon. i'm a genuine person, what you see is what you get - i speak my mind, and i speak truthfully. if i don't like someone, or something, i will say something about it and more than likely be incredibly blunt too. i'm not sarcastic and if i ever am; it's not intentional, it's just part of who i am as a person and whatnot. that slightly negative side behind us; i can also tell you that when i care about a person; i really do care about them and i would do just about anything to see to it that they are happy. i can't stand to see upset people. also; i can get very hyperactive, easily amused and over-enthusiastic. little things please simple minds; though my mind is far from simple - i'm actually very intelligent, with a genius iq that is wasted on stupid things. and, i'm easily pleased with things. overall, i'm a genuine person.
" and tell us about the family. "hm, i'm not sure this is a good idea; i'm supposed to be forgetting everything back in nashville... but nevermind, eh? my mom has been married three times; the first time she had a baby with before she divorced him - my older sister, who died just recently, unfortunately. the second man she married is my father; but i don't like him and they divorced shortly after getting married. the third guy is a man that i absolutely loathe; the man that most people believe is my real father, but i know the truth. oh, and there's my niece, who is four years old and in my care.
" we all history is what makes the world go around. what's yours? "i'd like to start by saying 'nineteen years ago, on all hallow's eve...', but i'm afraid i can't; i find it too cheesey, and it's not strictly true, either. technically it all started twenty seven years ago when my mother first married. they were married for four years before they brought a little girl into the world; that's when the arguments started, it all ended in divorce. well, until three years later when she met another man (she had a three year old girl already) and married him - and here's where i come into the picture. because i was the youngest of two, my sister was pushed to one side as we grew up and once i came to learn more, i realised that i shouldn't be the one always in the limelight, so i attached myself to her hip and wouldn't leave her side morning, day or night. well, until i was eleven and she was fourteen; lucy was sent to a boarding school whilst i stayed at home. it was around this time that i really started to get into music and would teach myself to play any instrument that i could lay my hands on. by the time i was thirteen i knew how to play a number of different musical instruments and had been given singing lessons by a top vocalist coach. at the age of fourteen, my friends and i formed a band; we were signed two months later and producing music not long after that. our first tour began on my fifteen birthday, and my sister found out she was pregnant. my mother divorced and i couldn't cope with the family related stress and the tour hype. but we didn't cut short the tour, we soldiered on. when we came back from the tour, the divorce had been fully finalised and lucy had given birth to a little girl; whom she named emily. by the time i was seventeen years old the band had sold over one million copies of our first album and we were well on our way to finishing off the second album. we kicked off our second tour on my eighteenth birthday, just after we finished the second album and once we were done, we took a well deserved break from our busy schedules to stay home with our families for a while. unfortunately things didn't quite too plan. my mother remarried a guy that absolutely despised me and my sister got into an accident that left her on a life support machine. just before we were due to go out on tour for a third time i was called into the hospital; my sister had taken a turn for the worse; she wasn't getting any better and it had been left up to me to make the ultimate decision. i switched her life support machines off days before we were due to fly out to canada. because of this; i felt that it wouldn't be right if we were on the tour and the others didn't feel right with it either. so we postponed the tour dates for canada; vowing to come to them at the end of the tour. when my sisters will was read it revealed that i was to be guardian over emily. taking up this responsibility was a huge task; what with the music and all, but..after the funeral and everything else, we were back on track; at the moment we're currently in los angeles working on our third album. emily is still in my care, she loves the attention she gets from everyone.
JUST TAKE IT EASY,[/size][/color]
it's too late to go[/i][/b]
hi, my name is elsie. i'm fifteen years old, respect it. i live in a pretty sweet place, but that puts me in the english timezone. you might know me as others soon, or not. but you can always contact me though contactinfo,orjustsaypm. that's enough of that. sample time![/size][/blockquote][/color]
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NOTHING'S MAKING SENSE AT ALL.
shirt, shorts, shoes, sunglasses, iphone. check. hair tied back into a simple pony tail with a sparkly hair piece. wait.. underwear. was kelsey wearing any underwear? last time she had checked she was, but that was yesterday afternoon. it was a new day and even though she was already up and dressed, there was still a chance that she had forgotten to put on some clean underwear. she was known to have forgotten on several occasions in the past- most of the time she's figured it out herself, but on other occasions people had noticed for her; embarrassing. quickly she checked to make sure and once satisfied that she was wearing underwear, kelsey shoved her iphone into the tiny pocket of her tiny shorts and exited her empty tour bus. all she had to do now was figure out what she was going to be doing for the rest of the day and she was set.
there was a number of possibilities. one of them being that she could go see mae; but that idea was quashed when she remembered that mae was with eduardo and kelsey really did not want to get in the way of love. so where and what did that leave kelsey?
alone and rather bored.
that was generally an outlet for kelsey's alcoholism. she was pretty well known for that as well. there was so many things that needed to be done; that could be done; that she didn't want to do- at least not if it was related to work in anyway. it was supposed to be her day off today (kelsey didn't even have a show tonight; they were all tomorrow). so... what? what could she possibly do? it was way too early to start getting drunk already (that would be a low, even for her).
kelsey was thinking about all the possibilities. movie theatre. park. people watching. studio. retail therapy. maybe even steal mae away from eduardo for a couple of hours. they were all so damn tempting it was hard for her to choose just one activity to do. now, whislt she was walking and wondering about what to do, her feet had taken her something, and just as she approached an occupied bench her cell phone was mean and started to ring very loudly at her; one of after x-ray's songs. truth be told it scared her.
it scared her so much.
kelsey
fell
flat
on
her
face.
right in front of braeden and a two year old girl curled up in his lap. the blonde looked up slowly. she brushed herself down. tried to ignore the fact that she fell over nothing (except the sound of her cell phone) in front of people and attempted to regain her posture and scramble for what little dignity she had left. slightly flustered, but at least it wasn't raining and she hadn't fallen in a muddle puddle or something worse... a cow pat, or something.
clearing her throat, kelsey pulled herself into a sitting positon and crossed her legs. her head turned to look at the person on the bench and her breath stopped in her throat (like it was choking her). the male. was. familiar. it was scary. kelsey pulled her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth and started to chew on it. struggling to control her breathing. she knew the guy. she'd slept with him on multiple occasions...
"oh... sh-" the little girl on his lap looked so much like her. "sh... hi." smooth kelsey. real smooth.
word count: five eight nine.
tags: braeden!
lyrics: painting flowers by all time low
outfit: i'll be your thunder.
credit: moii.
notes: sorrry!!
