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Post by PETER WALKER on Apr 2, 2009 23:04:17 GMT -5
 testosterone boys && harlequin girls- - - - - - - - - -will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?sharp dressed manSaturday had taken it’s time to arrive. Peter wasn’t surprised at all. Time was moving a lot slower for him lately it seemed. After leaving Ashton’s room Tuesday night Peter had gone to the music room and written two piano based songs right on the spot. He wasn’t sure about playing them for the show, but he thought about it. Sometime during the week Ashton must have left Eleanor outside his room. Peter had gotten a couple of emails from Ashton during the week, but he had ignored them, deleting them without even daring to read them. It wasn’t just Ashton that Peter ignored. That was the bad thing about Peter was that when he got upset about something he took it out on everyone. He didn’t just ignore Ashton, but he distanced himself from even his closest friends. He didn’t talk to Cait or Taylor for the rest of the week either. Peter hoped that they would still come to the show. It was close to time for Peter to go on stage. He sat on a stool at the bar, understanding that he didn’t need what happened to effect his stage presence. Peter wanted people to see him like they saw his music, uplifting. But Peter didn’t feel the least bit uplifted.
The drummer who would be playing with him tapped him on the shoulder, “You bout ready?” He asked Peter. Peter mustered up a smile, ”Just about.” he answered with a nod. The drummer raised an eyebrow, “You okay, kid?” Peter shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Tonight isn’t about me. It’s about the music.” The drummer grinned, “Spoken like a true musician. Get up there and show ‘em what you’re made of.” Peter nodded and stood. He drew in a deep breath and stared at the stage. He wondered what it would be like to get up there and completely fail. That couldn’t be a good experience. Peter thought a moment about whether or not he should start or end with his own songs. After deciding that it would be best to end with them, he walked on stage, sporting a smile. It wasn’t a real smile. His smile wasn’t the kind of smile that would make his brown eyes light up, but it was a convincing smile nonetheless. Once getting on stage he looked over the people that were already there. He reached around to grab Eleanor of the guitar stand and pulled the strap over his head. He quickly tuned Eleanor and glanced back out at the expecting audience.
“Oh! Right, you guys probably want me to play something.” Peter said into the microphone., “It’s definitely request time, but before I let you guys try to completely embarrass me with requests of songs by like Brittany Spears and Taylor Swift, I have one request that was made of me Monday evening surprisingly by one of my best friends in the entire fucking world, Caitlin McKenzie.” Peter looked back to the bad behind. “I can say fuck right?” The bassist laughed and nodded. Peter grinned and looked back over the audience. Nice, no sign of Ashton yet. He was sure that Ashton probably wouldn’t come. Why would he? Besides, it wasn’t like it mattered. Peter strummed an open chord before beginning to play the chords to the Super Mario Brothers theme song. (click here to view). As he finished he located Cait in the audience and winked. Peter wrinkled his nose, “Yeah, I’m totally a nerd.” Peter rested his hand against the strings of Eleanor.
Peter looked daringly at the audience, “Hit me with your best shot, people.” He said with a smile. Thank God it was a song he could bear to play. “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off!” Peter chuckled, “I can do that. Hope you guys don’t mind acoustic.” He glanced back at the bassist and nodded as the bassist started the song. Peter was actually excited. This would be one of the few times that he would get to sound sexy. If he could count on Taylor and Cait to come up with the most embarrassing songs for him. This one was pure gold, though, and it was one of Peter’s favorites to play.
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close
So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)
Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I�d let you kill this chorus?
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
I've got more win, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
The song began in a low whisper, mostly because Peter enjoyed making his voice deep and mysterious sounding. Around the first chorus his voice had picked up intensity and become light and loud. This was a song that Peter had practiced. He loved the song and obviously he played it like he loved it. It made him think of what had happened Tuesday night, but that was okay. Peter wouldn’t let that effect him… he couldn’t. By the end of the song Peter had managed to work up a light sweat. The lights were extremely bright, but he didn’t care. All of that went with the job and Peter just wanted to finish alive and intact. He smirked, “Brilliant first request. Absolutely. Feel free to throw them at me.” Peter challenged, “As many as you want until I get bored and start hammering on my own shizz.” It was a good thing that Peter had that completely loveable persona.
TAGS: ASHTON - CAITLIN - TAYLOR
**That will also be the posting order ^^ yay for lack of confusion!**
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Post by ASHTON JOHNSON on Apr 3, 2009 16:49:14 GMT -5
Ashton had paced back and forth on the same spot in his room a million times. Luna and Hobo sat on his bed watching him with curiosity. Well actually Luna did, Hobo kept trying to catch her tail with his paw. Luna every once and awhile would swap at him but for the most part seemed to play with him using her tail. If Ashton wasnt so deep in thought hed probably laugh at it.
He had told Peter he would show up, but now that Peter had been ignoring him he wasnt so sure if he was allowed to. Then again it was a public thing and they had started that song, but.... well what did that matter. They didnt get to finish it. Ashton once again managed to mess something good up. Good came along very rarely for him but when it did he always did a good job of really fucking it up. Good freaked him out. Good made him think of things he had told himself wasnt real or well possible for him. Good was something that actually made him smile and at the end of the day made him think that it hadnt been so bad after all. It was also the thing that made him wake up and know that the day wouldnt be its usual boring and repetative self.
Good... was bad. Because good didnt last forever and whoever picked a taste of heaven and losing it over not knowing what it was like in the first place so there was no htought of how it could possibly suck incredibly after losing it.
Of course this was the thought hed had when he gave in to Peter. When he had let himself initiate that kiss and then it was also the thought his head when he had told Peter it was only sex. Though if he was truly being honest it wasnt Peter he was trying to make believe that it was himself.
What Ashton didnt realize... until now. Until he had four days of Peter ignoring him and refusing to take anything, even Hobo.... from him thats what really got to him. It was strange that he wasnt talking to Peter. He had gotten so used to Peter being there. Hed told himself he hadnt wanted it. That it was best if he push peter away, but Peter had always been there. Ashton even helped in doing that by giving him Hobo and insisting on helping take care of him and visit him and all that jazz.
Ashton hadnt realized that hed already had that taste of 'heaven'. Just having Peter in his life at all was like that and Ashton really didnt like not having him there. There was so many times when he thought leaving St. Johns would be the solution, but hed gotten as far as walking out the door before turning around and going back into his room. WHo was he kidding. This was rediculous.
He looked over at Hobo and saw that he was now staring at him. It was like he always knew whenever he was thinking about Peter. He got this look on his face. This really sad look and huge eyes. Damn him for being so damn cute and weirdly sixth sensy.
"What? he frowned crossing his arms. Hobo just made a whining noise and jumped off the bed to sit at the door and continue to whine. Ashton rolled his eyes with a frustrated growl and bit his lip.
He should go. He really needed to do something. He needed to appologize at least. He wasnt sure if Peter would actually let him, but he had to try. He hadnt bugged him too much just a couple emails... and when he stopped talking to him on the chat room he just finallly stopped. Maybe thered been enough time. He hadnt actually thought Peter could be this quiet for this long, but he really didnt know Peter all that well.
"okay.. okay.. fine..' he said as he looked down at himself and made a face. H e started digging through his clothes to find something and then stopped. What the hell was he doing. If he changed it would seem he was trying so hard besides it was like he expected something to happen. He didnt really think anything would happen, he was even lucky if hed get to talk to him at all. He might as well just... go as is. He didnt look bad really. He wore a black button down with jeans.
He bit his lip and grabbed his hat, smacking it against the palm of his other hand he looked around to see if he should bring anything else. HE had his wallet and keys... that was good right? He looked at the other two. Um.. yeah okay.. ill.. see you later guys. he picked hobo up and walked him over to the bed to set him down next to Luna giving them each a pet on the head before heading out towards the place Peter said he was going to be performing in.
Upon entering the building he saw there were quite a few people there and, Ashton was already up on the stage. He found a spot in the back as Peter announced he was going to be signing a song for his Friend Caitlin. Looking around he tried to see if he recognized anyone, but then Peters voice came through the mic, the low sexy sound drew Ashtons attetion to him immediately. He had never heard him sing like that before. It made him swallow hard and he shifted in his spot. There could probably be an earthquake going on but ashton still wouldnt be able to take his attention from Peter up on stage. He was in hhis element.
The song ended and he spoke into the mic again encouraging people to make requests. He looked good though there was something different about him. Maybe it was his face... or his eyes. SOmething in them... or something lacking. Ashton was an observer and hed observed Peter more then he would actually admit so even though he hadnt know him too long, he could still tell something was off about him he acted like he should but it didnt seem like he was all there and Ashton didnt want to think that he had any part in it but he knew that couldnt be true. In fact it was worse that he was probably ... more likely the reason behind it.
Ashton looked down, his hands finding their way into his pockets. He knew what he was going to do and he lifted his head to open his mouth and request a song but stopped. He couldnt do that like this. He needed to do that when it was just the two of them. It wouldnt be right coming from Peters mouth even if it had the meaning behind it. Maybe he could catch him durning his break if he got one. He looked around again as he sighed relaxing into the wall again. In the end his eyes were drawn back to Peter on the stage, wondering briefly if he could even see him where he was.
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Post by CAITLIN MCKENZIE on Apr 10, 2009 16:39:43 GMT -5
 STAY WHERE I CAN SEE YOU DOUSE THE LIGHTS!
She started screaming when the lights started dimming and the lights started getting pointed to the stage. The crowd was whistling, cheering, and clapping. But then she saw Peter enter on the stage. The crowd started getting louder as he entered. She knew that smile on his face wasn’t his real one. It was just a cover up to hide his nerves. But she knew he would do great. Cait started to cheering for him when he got the front of the stage.She was pretty much jumping up and down. The adrenaline was already going through her because she was so happy for Peter and knew he was going to put on a great show tonight.
She started laughing as Peter started talking. But then her face turned completely red when Peter dedicated her favorite song to her. A few people that she knew nudged her and laughed.She just smiled and shook her head. She noticed when Peter quickly scanned the crowd and then met eyes with her. Her smile turned bigger when he winked at her. She winked right back at him. The crowd started laughing when he began to sing the Super Mario theme song. God,that just was the funniest thing she heard and the cutest thing. After he was done in a few moments the crowd cheered. “Peter Walker I love you!” She screamed to him and laughed. She knew the crowd already loved Peter and they were going to love him even more after all the songs.
When Peter said he wanted request.She was going to say something but she wanted the crowd to chose for him first. But then her eyes sparkled when she heard a song that would be perfect for Peter and also she loved the song. She started swaying back and forth as the beginning started. And then Peter’s voice filled the room.She was surprised now she could say that his voice sounded sexy because it did there was no doubt about that. She singed along just like most of the girls where doing. Cait loved when he started picking up by the chorus making is voice loud and very good. As the song came to the end,the crowd started cheering even louder.
Now she thought it was time to embarrass Peter. “I’ll make you sweat,Peter!” She yelled to him. A Few people around her laughed and some girls were shouting stuff too. But as a moment or two went by and no was said anything for request. She needed to say something. “Hit Me Baby One More Time!” Cait screamed,hoping Peter could hear her. |
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Post by TAYLOR JAMESON on Apr 11, 2009 18:04:57 GMT -5
 “Mr.Whiskers!” Taylor cried as he watched his cat nibble on the corner of the poster he had left on the ground for a second. Picking the kitten up he lifted the cat to his face scolding, “Peter was right you silly kitty! Does everything with Peter's name on it have a 'destroy me label' slapped on?” As the kitten mewed at him, Taylor couldn't stay upset. “I guess I can forgive you... this time.” He said with a sigh, placing the kitten on his bed where his mother Charlotte was sleeping. Lifting up the white poster he smiled at his – in his opinion – fantastic sharpie work. It said, 'he's mine', in big colorful bubble letters while underneath it in black caps were the words 'hands off!' with a jagged line around it. He had the date of Peter's performance written on his calendar since the boy mentioned it and made sure nothing got in the way. Wasn't it a friends job to support his buddy when he was about to do a big gig? At least Taylor hoped so... otherwise Peter was going to get a big surprise.
The second part of operation 'Cuddly Bear' had proven to be more difficult than he expected. First off, Taylor couldn't find any place that would leave him alone around stoves or cooking instruments. He would never hurt himself, he wasn't that much of a clutz, but he never could promise the house wouldn't be scorched and fire extinguisher foam wouldn't cover every inch of the room. So instead of making cookies or trying to see if he could make a cake, Taylor had bought black paper and gel pens. With them he drew an big cake, with pink frosting, and blue bread. The whole picture was colorful and random covered with animals and swirls all over it. It was obvious that in the middle of drawing the cake Taylor had gotten distracted on the cake and began doodling other objects. Either way, it was the thought that counted. If anything Peter would get a good laugh out of the mess of colors.
Sliding on his shoes and grabbing the poster and the picture, he left his dorm and started heading towards the club. As he walked and when his mind didn't randomly think about 'how do birds fly?' as he spotted robins or stared at the cars moving by, he thought about his conversation with Peter online. It worried him greatly that the boy had been that upset. Very rarely had Taylor had to put so much effort to try and cheer him up and motivate him. Plus, he hadn't seen Peter at all recently, which only concerned him more. It scared him to think that Peter could just get up and leave the institution. He obviously hadn't, but that was one of the first ideas that popped up in his mind when the boy was completely ignoring his calls. After the conversation with Damian too, Taylor was more scared than ever of being alone again. Sure, there were other nice kids here he was making friends with, but Peter was one of the few he was so close too. Losing him would be losing his outlet where he could speak about the most random shit in the world or act silly, and not be judged for it.
As he entered the club he realized he was a little late as he heard Peter finish up a song and the whole crowd cheering and clapping. Momentarily he bit his lip, looking around the room for someone he recognized, before spotting Cait. They always did like competing for Peter's love to some extent. They weren't best friend, but they knew each other. With a smile on his face he walked her direction, and as she finished saying her song he hugged her from behind. Hey, he was the hugging type of guy. “Psh, no poster, no lighter, no nothing. What kind of fan are you, Cait?” he asked with a laugh, letting go of her and revealing his poster. “You're cheers can't beat this,” he teased with a wink as he pointed at his big white poster. Finally he let his gaze to fall on Peter, again a pang of something off hitting him. Oh Peter. Turning the flat line his lips had become back to a smile he lifted up his poster, while he waited to see if Peter would do Cait's request. “You go cuddle bear!” he shouted, getting a few odd looks from the girls in the crowd, but responding to them by sticking out his tongue. They all were just jealous.
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Post by PETER WALKER on Apr 11, 2009 20:11:31 GMT -5
testosterone boys && harlequin girls- - - - - - - - - -will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?sharp dressed man
It didn't take Peter logn at all to notice Ashton walk in. Peter didn't concentrate on Ashton. If he did, then he just knew he would end up saying or doing something completely stupid. Part of him was surprised that Ashton had even showed up to begin with. He hadn't exactly been the best kind of person in the last four days since he had last spoken to Ashton. At least no one had noticed that much that Peter had completely ignored Ashton in the chat, even when asked about Hobo. Peter felt like a huge jerk because of that, but he had felt justified for it. What Ashton said had made him angry and he didn't want to just let Ashton 'walk all over him' again. That wouldn't be smart.
So Peter focused, instead on what Cait has said. He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Cait before blowing her a kiss. Peter loved that his friends were there to support him. When Taylor walked in carrying a huge sign Peter's jaw literally dropped or a moment. Nice. Cuddle Bear. "Aha! I don't smell when i sweat." His eyes widened, "TRUE STORY. Naw... you guys don't wanna know about that." Peter shook his head with his eyes closed, "Okay, okay, by popular demand... Hit Me Baby One More Time." Peter glanced back to the second guitar player and motioned with his head for the guy to come forward. "Yo, Brian, get your ass up here and help me out with this one." Brian, the other guitarist, raised an eyebrow and stepped forward.
Peter started out, with his eyes scanning over the crowd. When his eyes scanned over Cait and Taylor he tried to keep the confidence in his eyes, but as soon as his eyes landed on Ashton the confidence wavered. He looked away as quickly as possible, focusing on the song at hand. A few of the girls were really starting to go crazy with the cheering as well as a few guys that peter could tell were nodding along in approval. It overjoyed him that people really liked his music.
Oh brian baby, oh brian baby
Oh brian baby, how was I supposed to know
That something wasnt right here
Oh brian baby, I shouldnt have let you go
And now youre out of sight, yeah
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby cuz I need to know now, oh because
Chorus
My loneliness is killin me (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When Im not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign, hit me baby one more time!
Oh brian baby, the reason I breathe is you
Boy youve got me blinded
Oh pretty baby, theres nothin that I wouldnt do
Thats not the way I planned it
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby cuz I need to know now, oh because
Chorus
Oh brian baby, how was I supposed to know
Oh pretty baby, I shouldnt have let you go
I must confess that my loneliness
Is killin me now
Dont you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a sign, hit me baby one more time
Chorus
I must confess (my loneliness) that my loneliness
(is killing me) is killing me now
(I must confess) dont you (I still believe) know I still believe
That you will be here (I lose my mind)
And give me a sign...
Hit me baby one more time!
The song really seemed to fit his voice. Especaially the 'oh because' since he was able to push hive voice up an octave and let it fall in just the right way. During the song Peter pretended like he was singing directly to Brian. Peter grinned at Brian as the song ended. "Thanks for being such a good sport, Brian." Brian rolled his eyes at Peter and moved out of the spotlight. Peter pouted at the audience. "I KNOW that's not the best you all have got." Peter brought a hand up, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead. "Or... if you want... we can screw requests and get to the original stuff... i leave it up to you guys!"
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Post by ASHTON JOHNSON on Apr 11, 2009 20:32:10 GMT -5
THe crowd was very enthusiastic, obviously falling into Peters natural charm. They really seemed to enjoy everything that poured from his mouth. Two particular people were louder then the rest and he figured that the girl was caitlin and the guy that had recently come in was Taylor... or Ian... no, he was pretty sure it was Taylor. It didnt really matter, that wasnt even important.
The next request was from Caitlin, Hit me baby one more time. His brow quirked and he looked up at Peter. He was certain hed caught him looking at him a couple times, but then again he thought maybe he was imaging things. Right now he was avoiding his eyes and he sighed his lips forming into a thin line as Peter called one of the guys forward, brian.
The music started and Peter started to sing, though there was something different about the song. He was fairly certain... no he was positive that the song did not go Oh brian baby.. His lips turned to a frown as he watched Peter sing the song to this brian guy, Ashtons short nails managed to dig into his arm without realizing it.
It was just a show, thats all. Besides why did he care. He shouldnt. Ashton tried to put his attention on a different part of the song, like the sound of Peters voice. He sounded good hitting the notes and all. Of course it didnt last long as he was brought back to the fact that he was singing to this guy his name in the song. Who was this guy anyway? Did he talk to him often? Were they friends? How many times had they practiced this?
Ashton had been so caught up in his thoughts that he missed the rest of the song. People were whistling and clapping. Some calling out and he looked around his fingers easing up on his arm but the angry red marks were still there. His nails were short from him biting or clipping them but he had been gripping so hard they managed.
Peter was calling for more requests. He was debating on requesting Pearl Jams Last kiss. He really liked that song and he knew Peters voice would do wonders to it, but the reason for the slight curl to his lip prevented him from opening his mouth. Right now he couldnt hear him sing that song. It would ruin it for him.
Peter seemed to be either waiting for more requests or for people to tell him to play his own stuff. Peter had told him before that he would be singing his song, he wasnt sure if he would still do it after what had happened, but with the possibility that he still might he hoped someone would request another song. He needed something different to rid him of that last performance.
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