Music Is My Life [OPEN]

[alexis]

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a black To Write Love On Her Arms T-shirt sat Alexis in a chair over by the wall. Her long flaming red hair was down in its usual mess framing her facial features and smoky red and orange eyes.

She tapped out a rhythm on a notebook in his her lap where she was scrawling down bits and pieces and a new song that was coming to mind. Absentmindedly she took her pen she drew the letters F-A-T-E on each finger of one of her hands, the idea ad been on her mind for her new tattoo for a little while now and was thinking that maybe while they were stopped she would find someone who would do it for her.

She had only just finished with a brief interview backstage where her mind really had been elsewhere whether it had been zoning out on questions or trying to jot things down on paper, which honestly wasn't really like her normally she was better in those kind of things but she had just already so many interviews that day. Really she was just focused on getting out on stage and rocking hard and then going out to some tour party get together.

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[damon nikolai halen]

OOC: Mind if I join?

IC:

Damon busted his way through the stage door by kicking it and screaming, "HUUUUH!" like those kick-ass black belts in movies who kick doors down. He jumped through the opening he made for himself, the door was unharmed besides a little dirt from his foot. He shrugged, it wasn't that big of a deal to him anyway. He looked around surprisingly lightness of the room backstage and his eyes landed on Alexis. He smiled and strolled over to her, sat on the arm of the chair and read, "Fate. What's that for?"

[/color] He was in a good mood, that was rare for him, surely Alexia would comment on it. He wasn't exactly sure what caused his mood, all he knew was that it was a nice change.

He got up and left her chair and made his way toward the nearby mini-fridge. He opened the door and pulled out a cold Pepsi, he never drank alcohol during the day, and if he did it was a rare occasion. He shut the door and looked back at his band mate. Is this what she's been doing all day? probably not, he fell back on the couch and lounged there, cracking open his soda and sipped the sharp tasting beverage thirstily.[/blockquote]