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Post by lin on Jul 21, 2012 18:59:47 GMT -8
Lin wasn't a party-goer. Not usually, though her band-mates had practically begged her to come, saying that it would be good for them to branch out and mingle with the other exclusive guests, see what they could do for themselves. Though she couldn't help but hold some degree of skepticism of this event as she casually wound through the slowly building crowd- a good head shorter than everyone there. As it was on the beach she couldn't wear her signature heels. Well, Lin could wear them; if she wanted to spend the whole night yanking her feet out of the sand. So being exceptionally short that evening it was. At least it was evening. Lin didn't need to worry about the sun with her delicate skin and sensitive eyes.
It was always liberating for Lin to go somewhere after sundown, to be able to leave her usual umbrella and over-sized sunglasses in the hotel room. "You all alone, sweetheart?" called a somewhat slurred voice in her direction. She crinkled her nose, the man was drunk already, how disgusting. Yes, Lin liked to drink, though she could exercise self control. Besides, she never liked to get too inebriated, she rather liked being able to keep rational thought and walk in a straight line. Even in a party that was supposed to do all night Lin would only allow herself to get a pleasant buzz. Nothing that would leave her with a killer hangover come morning. She lightly rolled her eyes, walking away from the drunkard without saying a word. If she rejected him it would only make him pursue her more.
Though plastered, he seemed to get the picture. Lin ran a hand through her hair, her gaze that was slightly purplish that day peering amongst the crowds. She knew she should approach someone, talk to somebody, but she really didn't have the faintest idea on how to do it. Lin didn't party, she didn't interact with strangers unless she was approached, even then she didn't know quite how to conduct herself. Perhaps it came from an early childhood of being ignored. Or being bullied throughout most of her school years. Lin still remembered the words that they said, how they had stung... She still had the scars to prove it, they were becoming duller, though they wouldn't ever go away completely. But people weren't looking at them, they were looking at her.
Lin migrated to what might be a corner were this inside, a pocket of space that was more sparsely inhabited. The music was pumping, some people were in the water, some were dancing, though Lin... She was alone, the wallflower like always...
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Post by stella roselyn guthrie. on Jul 23, 2012 13:02:42 GMT -8
s t e l l a was alone, scoffing at her surroundings. She was used to crashing parties, not being invited to them. This one, of course, she was almost forced to come to... and she didn't prefer it. The idea of committing to anything made her want to... vomit. And it had nothing to do with the alcohol. Being as petite and skeleton-thin as she was, it didn't take much whiskey to upset her stomach. However, she'd just arrived, and she hadn't had a drink all day. She knew no one, which she figured was unusual as most of the other musicians here had undoubtedly mingled with at least their band mates. Stella wanted to start a band, but she had arrived here solo after the falling out of her last one.
The night was young. Stella figured she'd end the night on a different note than she had started out with. Trashed, probably. However, this was one of those enormous parties that wouldn't end until the sun came up or everyone passed out. Whichever came first. There was really no point in downing a few drinks now, especially without anyone to share the experience with. Of course, Stella was all for drinking alone at eleven in the morning and other such atrocities. But, as a general rule, she did whatever the hell she wanted to. And right now, she wanted to chill.
She took the last few steps surpassing a sand dune that blocked the view of the city from where the party went on. As she made her way into the clearing, the music got louder. No walls. No floor. Nothing for it to bounce off of - but it was still so very loud. With the wide expanse of the beach that this party took up, it would be difficult to find a spot alone. With her acoustic guitar slung over her back, she wheeled her way to the furthest point on the left that she could find without actually leaving the party. Delightfully, she spotted an open-appearing corner and practically pranced into its borders. Then she saw that there was another girl there, all dressed in silver, looking, well, awkward. Having already come all this way, and seeing as there really was no other spot for her current wants, she parked down anyways. Stella slid her strap, moving the guitar to the front of her body and sitting down cross-legged. The music was a bit less loud here. Although there wasn't much to hear over the blare, she began finger-picking an easy melody.
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Post by lin on Jul 23, 2012 18:24:25 GMT -8
Lin ran a hand through her hair again, she wanted to bite her lip, though she reminded herself of the dark purple lipstick she had painted there, and refrained. That was what she did when she spent a painstaking amount of time on her makeup, she didn't like messing it up. Especially when it came to lipstick. It could get so messy, all in her teeth in blobs of colour. Jeffry always made fun of women that he saw with lipstick in their teeth- he said they didn't know how to be real women. Lin, however, had been taught to be a real woman by the master himself. Growing up from the age of seven onward with a hair and makeup artist had trained her quite well. Sure, her tastes ran more toward the peculiar, but that was only if she was outside of the fashion capitals of the world. Nobody in Shanghai or Los Angeles thought twice about her style, it was normal there.
She peered around watching the events unfold. There were many that she recognized off of album covers, from advertisements and periodicals. Some were big-time stars. Some, like her own band, were up-and-coming artists. And others still she didn't recognize at all, nobodies. Lin, if anything, was determined to rise above them, joining the big leagues in spite of her awkwardness. She had had a taste of fame, and she didn't want it to fade away. Lin watched as a stranger, a young woman with an acoustic guitar on her back like a musical turtle, came into her little uninhabited square. She wondered if she might be approached, or stared at. Things could go either way with Lin. Though in this case it seemed to be neither as she watched the woman position her fingers on the neck of the guitar, cross-legged on the sand.
Lin listened carefully to what she was playing, though it was more than difficult to hear over the blaring music. Little plucks beneath a booming baseline and shrill electronic instruments- something that people could dance to, and not much else. There were words, but they held little meaning. Nobody was paying attention to the lyrics, only the beat to move to. Which wasn't always a bad thing, though Lin herself liked to have meaning to the words, put a little of her soul into them.She smiled softly at the sound of the guitar beneath all of that, however. She liked the thoughtfulness of it. Lin got down on the sand, sitting with her legs tucked to one side, politely watching the young musician, though didn't say anything- not wanting to ruing the young woman's focus.
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Post by stella roselyn guthrie. on Aug 1, 2012 12:44:28 GMT -8
t e n t a t i v e l y, she moved her fingers across the ribbed texture of her guitar's bass strings. She was playing a form of D# chord that she was unfamiliar with and trying to remember how the rest of the verse went to no avail. She stopped, patting her guitar with a light buzz and looking up into the clouds. She sighed and leaned back, letting her shoulders take leave in the grooves of the tree behind her. She considered staying still as she was positive the tree was matted with soil, but she didn't really mind getting a bit dirty. She looked like a hippie anyways. It was becoming. Besides, her back was almost entirely bare. She had on a mini-dress that went outwards in an A-shape at her waist and stopped a few inches above the knee. The neckline was sweetheart shaped with a thin halter tie. The dress was fancy. Much fancier than she could afford. She found, however, that she was able to pull some strings with her new-found fame.
She noticed that silver-girl was watching her. Stella peered back when she was sure of it, and grinned. "Hello, there, Silver." Her accent had lightened a bit since her arrival in Italy, but it was still ever-so present. She had no reservations, though. Around the festival, accents sprung from walls like overgrown ivy. Foreigners were rampant. It was like a big blob of culture and musical styles mashed up together in one frenzy of a tour. This was an unfamiliar thing to her, this mash-up of different types of people with different backgrounds - but wasn't it an unfamiliar thing to everybody? She was sure it was. The tour was an adventure unlike any other adventure she'd ever had. That was the kind of rush she was always craving. That's why she'd stayed. She almost never stayed anywhere for more than a few days - but this was an opportunity to feel. To be. And she'd fucking take it.
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