Post by BRIDGET AMELIA DELACROIX on Apr 12, 2010 23:52:00 GMT -5
BRIDGET AMELIA DELACROIX,
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twenty-four, bridge or bri, musician, hannah havoc[/font][/color][/i]
ITS TOO LATE TO GO,[/size][/color]
it's getting light out[/i][/b]
Where did your band name come from?[/blockquote][/font][/color]
I was joking around about Wonder Woman and how she could vomit wondrous chunks of super-puke, which birthed the name Wonder Chunks and the logo of a puking Wonder Woman knock off. Copyright laws are a bitch.
What’s your position in the band?
Shouldn’t you already know that if you’re interviewing me? I’m the lead singer, but I also play guitar.
How well do you get along with your band members?
Fantastically. It’s like we were made for each other. /Sarcasm
Who are your musical influences?
Black Sabbath, Van Halen, Rush, The Who. The classics.
What goals do you plan to reach as a musician?
Get a record deal; oh wait, I’ve already done that. In that case I plan on getting so famous that when some desperate teenager kills someone while listening to my music I get banned from everything for “killing” someone.
Do you write your own songs
No, I get tell my two year old, Dimitri, he can’t have his blanket until he writes me a hit single.
So you have a kid?
I have several. They work in a sweat shop under my house.
Alright then, where’s your favourite place to perform?
I miss playing in small clubs. I got to play at The Mod Club in Toronto once. It was small and shady and cute and only fit 500 people. Really though, I’m a sucker for the Mods. Now I want to listen to Quadrophenia.
What has been your biggest challenge as a band?
My bitchiness and sociophobia, which kind of go hand in hand. I have a fear of people, and rather than face it I scare them away. I tend to fight with the band a lot. Or go into attack mode when I’m talked to. Hit first, ask questions later.
What advice do you have for people who want to have their own band?
Don’t bother, there’s not enough room for you with me here.
Is there anyone to thank for your rise to fame?
Logically, my parents for giving birth to me, but I couldn’t give two fucks about them. So I guess I’ll thank Dimitri for loving me because he has to.
You don’t get along with your parents?
Nope. I hope they come begging for money so I can call security on them.
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it's too late to go[/i][/b]
hi, my name is dee. i'm age years old, respect it. i live in a pretty sweet place, but that puts me in the EST -4 timezone. you might know me as no one, or not. but you can always contact me though yim: aarendir. that's enough of that. sample time![/size][/blockquote][/color]
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He watched his computer screen for a few seconds after he set his status to away on all of the things he had running, which was a lot more than unusual. His poor laptop was being overworked lately, since Sebastiano had taken up his old hobby of hacking and coding. Why? Because he was so fucking bored. Seb found most things in his life boring and mundane. The most exciting thing he had done lately was the shows, and even then they were just as stressful as they were fun. You try not being able to hear while being in a band. Not as easy as his father thought it was. Yeah, Seb had been forced to start playing by his father. It wasn’t entirely bad, but matching the drumming he could hear with guitar and vocals he couldn’t hear was hard. Coding and hacking were his way of stress relief, which he was most definitely feeling. So you can bet he was pretty damn excited to be going to trash Target with a girl he had only ever talked to online. Though he had heard of Koti, and by heard of her he meant he had read lips of people on the tour.
He was pretty sure the main reason he was excited was that Koti seemed to be a pretty tolerable person. She was trashy and admitted it, much like he did, and she was certainly out spoken. He admired that, because he was like that too. He pushed his tangled blonde hair off of his face as he stood up, shuffling around his messy section of the bus and grabbing his hearing aids off of a small table. He was scowling as he put them in, turning them down so they were only at halfway. He wouldn’t need them at full volume if he was going to be breaking shit; he could function just fine with them at only half volume anyways. He looked around the shit he had scattered around and kicked clothes aside to find his brush, looking for not even a minute before he gave up and put two pleated hippie ropes around his head so his hair would stay out of his face. Last he grabbed a sweater he had borrowed from someone and neglected to give back, zipping it up before he went outside and sat down on the steps of his bus.
Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Koti than she let people see, like it was with him. He talked big, but he didn’t believe most of the stuff that he said or typed. Really, the only reason he was here was because he felt like he would let his father down if he didn’t do this. He also felt second best to his older brother, and Delilah certainly didn’t help that feeling. Being the trashy younger brother of someone who was the shit was a pain in the ass. Seb wasn’t Danny. He wasn’t his father. He was Sebastiano, and he would greatly appreciate if it Queen Delilah would start acknowledging him as such. Was he jealous of Danny? Most definitely, but this wasn’t something he was ever planning on telling anyone. Ever!
He pulled a rather destroyed box of cigarettes from his pocket, pulling one out and popping it into his lips before putting it back where it had been. A lighter came out of the came pocket, and he lit the end of his cigarette with ease. It was a nasty habit, he knew full well just how nasty, but that didn’t stop him from doing it. Taking a long drag from the cancer stick, he rested his back on the metal of the bus, stretching his legs out on the steps of the bus. He wasn’t waiting long before he saw a figure walking toward him, though he didn’t bother standing up.
He was pretty sure the main reason he was excited was that Koti seemed to be a pretty tolerable person. She was trashy and admitted it, much like he did, and she was certainly out spoken. He admired that, because he was like that too. He pushed his tangled blonde hair off of his face as he stood up, shuffling around his messy section of the bus and grabbing his hearing aids off of a small table. He was scowling as he put them in, turning them down so they were only at halfway. He wouldn’t need them at full volume if he was going to be breaking shit; he could function just fine with them at only half volume anyways. He looked around the shit he had scattered around and kicked clothes aside to find his brush, looking for not even a minute before he gave up and put two pleated hippie ropes around his head so his hair would stay out of his face. Last he grabbed a sweater he had borrowed from someone and neglected to give back, zipping it up before he went outside and sat down on the steps of his bus.
Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Koti than she let people see, like it was with him. He talked big, but he didn’t believe most of the stuff that he said or typed. Really, the only reason he was here was because he felt like he would let his father down if he didn’t do this. He also felt second best to his older brother, and Delilah certainly didn’t help that feeling. Being the trashy younger brother of someone who was the shit was a pain in the ass. Seb wasn’t Danny. He wasn’t his father. He was Sebastiano, and he would greatly appreciate if it Queen Delilah would start acknowledging him as such. Was he jealous of Danny? Most definitely, but this wasn’t something he was ever planning on telling anyone. Ever!
He pulled a rather destroyed box of cigarettes from his pocket, pulling one out and popping it into his lips before putting it back where it had been. A lighter came out of the came pocket, and he lit the end of his cigarette with ease. It was a nasty habit, he knew full well just how nasty, but that didn’t stop him from doing it. Taking a long drag from the cancer stick, he rested his back on the metal of the bus, stretching his legs out on the steps of the bus. He wasn’t waiting long before he saw a figure walking toward him, though he didn’t bother standing up.
