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Post by Gerard Dancy on Mar 29, 2009 3:00:37 GMT -5
He couldn't take his eyes off her. Most people probably would have thought his behavior stalker-like. That was until they talked to him. Then they would learn something. He liked Reagan a lot. He cared for her deeply. He wanted to help her. And he was the photographer for her band. Those were very important facts that negated any ideas of him being a stalker. Well, for most people. Some people were just idiots so they didn't count. Gerard sighed and shook his head. One of these days, he was going to be the forward guy that he always was in every other situation. Until then, he was going to just have to try and protect her like he always did.
Gerard started packing up his camera as the band finished their practice. The practice had been for this purpose. So he could get some good shots. The shots he had got had been great. Things of beauty. Most of them had focused on Reagan and he felt a little bad about that, but no one would mind. Or, rather, the newswhores wouldn't mind. They lived for photos of the lead singers. It was just a fact. A good thing for Gerard too since he would have focused on her no matter what role she played. After all, what man didn't focus on the object of his affection? ((Sorry, it's short. I'm working on quick bits for lots of people so...forgive me?))[/sup] |
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Post by Reagan Monroe on Mar 29, 2009 3:36:41 GMT -5
 slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Dropping the mic to the stage floor, Reagan jumped down with the rest of her band mates and grabbed the last bottled water from the cooler. A bad thing about the stage was that it got terribly hot to the point you almost had to cancel a show during summer. Pealing her plaid hoodie off, she glanced over toward her photographer. He seemed pleased with himself. Reagan hadn't let it slip her mind that almost all of his shots were of her alone. But hey, who deserved the camera more than her? Taking a huge gulp of the water, she passed it to one of the crew and pulled her hair into a floppy bun. Checking her watch, her face twisted into a frown. "Past five!" They'd been practicing since three! "If we keep having practices like this my damn lungs are going to give out!" Muttering the sentence under her breath, she came up behind Gerard.
"Get any good shots?" She did her best to look over his shoulder, but considering she was about five feet shorter than him it didn't work out so well. Instead Reagan slumped down in a directors chair to look up at him. His bright eyes always made her feel relaxed, and she smiled slightly at him. "It's been a long day. You definitely deserve a huge stack of pancakes or something for sticking with us." Tilting the chair backwards the singer glanced around. Everyone was starting to pack up and leave. "Wanna hang for a while?" Something the two rarely did, seeing as they were busy in their own worlds. But it was going to be a cool night and Reagan had a ton of unspent energy to throw at someone. Gerald was the perfect person to be with for that.
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word count • 300-ish
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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Post by Gerard Dancy on Mar 30, 2009 3:18:00 GMT -5
 I carry the weight of the worldas the the past is unfurled• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] “Hey Reagan,” Gerard said turning to face the singer. His Reagan. So beautiful and bright. He had to tell her how he felt. He couldn’t just keep it a secret for much longer. It was going to tear him up inside. “I got some great shots today. You guys looked great up there. I don’t know how you do it, but I’m always honored to get to take pictures for a band like this. You guys will blow everyone else away. I know it.” He had utter faith in Reagan. If he questioned the others, he wouldn’t say it. Not yet. He would wait. Around everyone else, he was so direct and frank. Around her…he had so much trouble and he couldn’t quite understand why. He was like a fifteen year old boy. Except not nearly as horny.
God she had a killer smile. It was the kind that knocked the wind right out of a guy. He tried to think straight, but his mind was just lost. He had no chance as he looked into those beautiful eyes. He had been lost a long time ago. And he was a little glad for it because after getting to know Reagan no other woman was ever going to do. “Pancakes huh?” Gerard asked with a laugh. “That’s an idea. What about you? You’ve been up doing the real work all afternoon. I think that if anyone should get a treat it’s you. How about I treat you to something nice, take you out to dinner and we can hang out. Relax. Forget that the sun’s heat exists.”
Maybe she would see it as a date and maybe she wouldn’t. Either way, he wanted this chance to be near her and to spend time with her. That was all that mattered. The opportunity to see that killer smile. The chance to hear her beautiful laugh. To see that glimmer in her eyes that said she was happy or that she was plotting something dangerous. He wanted that chance and the more he got to see it and experience it, the happier of a man he became.
status • complete
word count • 355
lyrics • weight of the world by saliva
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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Post by Reagan Monroe on Mar 30, 2009 3:45:19 GMT -5
'cause we bothknowit is worth fighting for• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Hearing Gerard talk about how good the band was doing made her extremely happy. Tilting her head to the side she listened to him compliment her and shook her head. Pancakes! She was such a nerd. "Me? All I do is sing. A few different notes. It's all them!" She laughed and sat the chair back on it's legs. He seemed to be lost in thought about something, and the way he was looking at her made Reagan not want to know what exactly he was thinking of. Stifling a yawn, she brightened up immediately as he offered to take her out tonight. Finally away from the bus for a few hours! And with her cute photographer too. Double luck. "Definitely!" She jumped out of the chair, nearly throwing it backwards in her excitement. "I don't deserve it at all. But since you asked.."
Reagan looked at him thoughtfully taking in his features. Of course she knew he was cute, but he'd always just been her crew member that she talked to during practices. Of course she had developed a sort of attachment to him, but never did she think they'd actually be going on a date. If that was indeed what tonight's plan was. The more she thought about it the more eager she grew to get to it. At that second, one of the stage managers caught her eye and gave her a thumbs up. Rolling her eyes at him, she turned to Gerard.
"But where would we go?" There were only so many nice restaurants out here, but Reagan didn't want him to spend a ton of money on her. As she waited for him to explain things to her, she started for her bag. Unzipping it, she threw the mic in along with her sweatshirt and her phone. Then she slung it over her shoulder and turned back to him. She was ready to get out of the damn place!
status • complete
word count • 324-
lyrics • cross and a girl named blessed by evans blue
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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