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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2007 11:20:50 GMT -5
[/b] Pete told her, ushering Brodie from the tent as the woman examined the bottle and then looked up at Pete as he left. Pete looked around and spotted Charlie, who walked over to join them. Pete started walking back toward the tour buses, looking around at Brodie and then looking at her hand. "It'll hurt for a while," Pete said. It was literally like telling someone who hadn't felt pain for a long time what was going to happen to them. "It'll itch as well," Pete told her. It was odd telling her how her cut would heal, but there were a lot of things Brodie would have to adjust to now. "I remember when I had to have stitches in my head... that was because of Joe," Pete smiled at the memory, which at the time hadn't exactly been a very laughing matter.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 17, 2007 11:40:40 GMT -5
There's A Change Coming Soon. They Sold Us Out For Nothing. And I Have Something To Say. [/b][/center] [/b] She started quietly. "DO you think I've just been had?" She asked him. After all Brodie for some strange reason trusted his judgment. "I mean...I think I was tricked in to causing a scene."Truth was she had been. [/size][/blockquote][/color][/ul]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2007 11:55:29 GMT -5
[/b] Pete said. "But it's okay, because they're starfuckers and they don't have a bassist anymore and when you're at a festival and supposed to be playing shows... well, they've just like, shot themselves in the foot, haven't they?" Pete said. "Unless they're manager magically conjures himself a bass and the ability to play it I'd say there's a fair chance they'll have to be dropped from the listing, not only that but you destroyed their set, which won't go down well with the festival managers," Pete said. "They've screwed themselves over just as much as they have you, Brodie, and there's is a little more long-term," Pete assured her as they reached the tour bus area. Pete glanced up at Panic! At The Disco's tour bus as they passed, glancing at the windows. He could see a head but he couldn't really put a name with it because they all had brown hair, so it wasn't easy to distinguish between them from behind like that. Pete stepped into Fall Out Boy's tour bus as Charlie opened the door and disappeared inside before he did. Pete looked around at Brodie and smiled at her. "Make yourself at home," he told her.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 17, 2007 12:16:57 GMT -5
These Ain't The Last Days. But I'm Trying To Send Out A Call. Everyone Together Can Save The World When It Falls.
[/b] She mused for a moment. Yes she had been caught out but she knew they hadn't damaged themselves. She shook her head, sounding almost sad. "They wouldn't have kicked me if they didn't already have a replacement in place. The management couldn't stand to lose a single nickle." She explained as she got on the tour bus behind him. "To coin a phrase; 'This ain't a scene its a god damn arms race." Well at least he would know she actually liked his band. She sat down, staring idly at the wall as she thought. Brodie really was quite a profound thinker - when she wasn't high. The bus was totally different from the one she had spent most of her time one. For one it didn't smell of beer pong. To the guys in her band it was a sport! It was relatively tidy and smelt of pizza and starbucks...which shocked her really she imagined them to to a mucky bunch with Joe running around after them like a mother hen. She smiled slightly at the mental image of Joe binning Pete's computer. "I guess its better this way..." She wanted to keep talking, just to take her mind off the fact she was starting to crave again, starting to want the mind bending substances she had been on, it was starting to feel like her blood was cold...clenching her hand in to a fist she tried to make it stop shaking so he didn't notice. This was bad enough with out someone to judge you on it. "I', starting to wish I hadn't smashed my bass up though...it's not like I'll be playing for a while..." She looked down at her hand and wondered when it would be healed enough so she could play with out being in pain. [/blockquote][/ul][/color][/size]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2007 12:43:49 GMT -5
[/b] Pete said. "This festival is a great chance for a band, y'know, and I expect Island will start shitting bricks the monent they find out that you trashed their set," Pete said. He smiled when she repeated the name of one of Fall Out Boy's songs and he walked to their fridge, opening it up. He looked through what they had and found only water and a iced cappuccino. Pete shut the fridge and opened the cupboard, finding chips, biscuits and other assortments of food. Picking up one of the bag of chips Pete walked over to Brodie with the chips and sat down on the couch, looking absentmindedly at the television and then back at Brodie. He opened the Doritos and offered her a few, taking one for himself and pulling his Sidekick out of his pocket. He wondered where the rest of the band was, and was kind of hoping that they didn't need to be onstage or something. That'd be the icing on the fucking cake for how today was turning out. Glancing at what seemed to be a very strict but rarely followed rota of rehearsals and performing Pete was relieved to find that they didn't need to be onstage tonight. "It's not hard to get hold of basses on a festival," Pete assured her. "Go use Jon's, he won't mind," Pete joked. "Seriously though, you'll be able to find one for like a dollar if you look hard enough," he smirked. "You can always use eBay," Pete said, nodding toward a laptop that was on the table. "Knock yourself out..." Pete said, eating another chip and texting on his phone. Pete could text quickly, very quickly on a Sidekick. He was currently talking with Travis from Gym Class Heroes, and he put the phone down and got up to go to the fridge. "Do you want a drink? We only have water and iced cappuccino, I'm afraid, we're quite boring with our food."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 17, 2007 13:46:54 GMT -5
Blind Men Saw What No One Ever Saw Before. Someone With Nothing Standing On The Edge Of The Earth.
[/b] Brodie paused for a moment, like she was one to really talk about morals anyway. "There already going mental." She said with a smirk. "Got there attention didn't it? If they think they can screw me over and get away with it they have another thing coming. I didn't work my ass off writing three EPs on my bloody own to sign to a label I hated in the first place and be put in a corner and have other people take the credit for my work. I know they say music isn't owned but when you put your whole self in to something...and they screw it over...that...just wasn't how I saw my future." She explained with that dangerous undertone. She took a potato chip from the pack and smiled with a simple; "Thanks." She hadn't had them in ages, she rather missed them. "I'm not paying for the damage." She stated flatly taking another chip. "I'll just let them keep all the royalties. Not that I got any anyway." She said with a smirk. They weren't getting a penny from her anyway. Brodie would make sure of that. She ate the chip in silence, tilting her head and looking at the wall as if she were examining it. "Mhmm need to find a new bass." She said to herself rather then Pete. "I might just get another Fender, the Active Precision Basses are as good as your gonna get." Brodie said leaning back slightly. "Though the Maple fret boards slightly narrower and longer than usual...but the fret boards gorgeous to play, and the pick ups - I've never anything like it before - the tone on that thing is amazing, so much you can do with it as well! And its the only bass I know where the intuition isn't a bitch to get right. Its truly an amazing instrument." Well that was that she was started on it now. It was misleading to think that she just stood there and played, Brodie understood how music worked, she knew her shit and the most important part - she had passion for it. She was off for another tangent before he spoke, for a moment she had to sit and figure out what he'd asked her. "Um...just wat..." She stoped, water looked like vodka...vodka was alcohol. "Iced cappuccino...its got caffeen in it right?" Great off one set of drugs and on to another! [/size][/blockquote][/ul][/color]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2007 14:34:37 GMT -5
[/b] Pete said, eating another chip absentmindedly. Pete picked out the iced cappuccino from the fridge, looking at it and then walked back to the couch and sat down on it, passing the iced cappuccino to Brode. Pete looked at the TV and started searching around for the remote now. He couldn't seem to find it, and was resorting to sticking his hand down the side of the couch just incase it had somehow fallen there. "I don't blame you, I wouldn't pay for damages that I made if I wasn't technically in the band at the time," Pete said. "They'll probably chase you up for it though," Pete said thoughtfully. "Sueing people is so trendy," Pete said. He couldn't seem to find the remote down the side of the couch, so he stood up and looked around the tour bus again. Joe had probably cleaned it up so it was put away so well that it was impossible to find. Pete looked at Brodie and walked over to the television. He'd have to do this the boring, manual way. "I have my own signature Squier Precision Bass," Pete said, trying to figure out how to change the channels on the television. "Red pickguard, bassline pick-ups, maple fingerboard and no tone control," Pete said. "I actually play it on stage now, have you seen us play yet?" Pete asked, looking around at Brodie as he looked at the TV and just gave up. "I'll put a CD on," Pete muttered, having decided spending half the night trying to figure out the TV was worthless. "Fender are great, if you can shell out for them, Squier's aren't so expensive and the whole point of the bass was to be a perfect bass for a novice, because it's easy to play," Pete said. "When you're onstage and playing you have two choices, stand still and play great or run around and have fun and sound a little bit off - it's more interesting to do the latter, I think," Pete told her, putting a CD into a CD player that was on the table. "More visually appealing when you're playing live - you should understand," Pete said, as 'One Hundred Years' by The Cure started playing. "Pornography - the album, obviously, " Pete said. "Classic," he said, sititng down again and picking up the Sidekick.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 17, 2007 15:01:06 GMT -5
All Roads Lead To Somewhere Else. I Know I'll Find My Way.
[/b] She told him as she opened the drink and smiled slightly. It was weird...not to be drinking alcohol at this time of night. By now she was halfway to Japan and back on the shit. There was that constant bugging in her mind as she realized the withdrawal would kick in at some point soon and she would find this a lot more difficult. "I honestly prefer the maple fret boards to the rosewood...you sacrifice a bit of sound quality but nothing you can't make up though the amps and equipment for the surface, I tend to be able to play faster on the maple boards. I don't like the rosewood too much, its not smooth enough." Mind you like any musician she was picky over her instruments. Raising an eyebrow she looked at him. "I didn't know you liked The Cure. Simon Gallup was just like...amazing. Japaneses Whispers was an amazing album as well...I just don't think it did them justice." Wow this wasn't what she thought she would have been doing tonight. [/blockquote][/size][/ul][/color]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2007 15:17:49 GMT -5
[/b] Pete told her, looking around. "Morissey, The Smiths, The Cure... I love it," Pete said. "I like more than just hardcore bands," he told her. "I personally love Pornography the best, I used to listen to it constantly when I was younger," Pete told her. "I have the original and the 2005 remastered edition - I just think it's such a great album, it catches that moment in time, y'know? They were on the brink of everything and I suppose I can really relate to that, there have been times when I've been on the brink, and my band's been on the brink and everything," Pete said. "Wish was amazing as well... Friday I'm In Love is a classic," Pete said. He looked around at her and smirked, "and here we are, having known each other for just over a day, in my tour bus talking about The Cure," Pete said with a smile as he looked back at his Sidekick and began texting again. "Odd, isn't it?" Pete asked. He hoped that the rest of his band would turn up soon, so if he had to leave to go to the roadies bus they didn't get a shock at seeing Brodie sitting in their bus and chuck her out. That definitely wouldn't add to their morale. After texting Travis back Pete started texting Patrick to tell him that Brodie would be staying with them and that they should keep a close eye on her because of a drug withdrawal. Pete glanced at her again and then back at his Sidekick as he sent the text and went to the fridge to get himself a water. Pete sighed and put the Sidekick down again as the album went on to 'A Short Term Effect', and he looked over at Brodie. For a second there was a silence, but Pete heard something outside and he got up to see what it was. He was half hoping that it would be Patrick, Andy and Joe or perhaps some one from Panic! At The Disco but after looking out the window he saw nobody but some one from one of the smaller bands leading two girls back to the tour bus. Pete looked away, over at the stage which was still being used. "Paramore are on," Pete said, looking around at Brodie. "Wanna go check 'em out? They're on Fueled By Ramen, you might like 'em if you're into bands with female vocalists. I'm not going alone though," Pete said.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 17, 2007 15:35:30 GMT -5
Last Survivor In This Cynical World. Sparks Come From Anywhere. Its The Fire That Matters.
[/b] She said with a smile, no this was a new start she wasn't going to be upset with them for sending her back, she was going to thank then for the few months she did spend with them she loved it. She smiled and nodded again, it was strange how they were sat here like this. Brodie would have never even thought of sitting here talking about music with him. She never really got to talk to other people about music, most bands were a little scared of her since she slated a few unsigned bands publicly for calling themselves 'punk' when Brodie saw them as they so obviously were not. That was just an insult to bands who were Punk. She contemplated going to see the band, then staying here. In the end she would rather be up and about somewhere with people instead of on her own in a confined space. "Eh sure if you want." She said slightly unsure. The press would be there, what if anyone from her ex-team were there? She bit her lip gently and for a moment seriously considered hiding herself away from everyone. But then she reminded herself that she's never hidden from people before. She didn't walk away. "Sod it why not, are they any good?"[/blockquote][/ul][/size][/color]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2007 15:48:55 GMT -5
[/b] Pete reminded her. He looked around for his coat to put on over his hoodie so he wasn't so cold outside, and he went looking for Charlie, finding him in the bunks. He didn't really want Charlie trailing after them, basically because seeing Charlie would attract even more attention than if Pete was just walking by himself. He told him he'd text if they needed him to come or something and that they'd probably be at the side of the stage or something, seeing as Pete knew Hayley quite well. He thanked Charlie and went back to where Brodie was, glad that he'd managed to convince Charlie that he wasn't going to fall apart without his involvement. "You gonna be warm enough or do you want a hoodie?" Pete asked her. Pete's random acts of generosity may surprise some but despite what the media portrayed Pete wasn't a bad person, he was arrogant some of the time but he always had been. He wasn't arrogant because he was in a band, or because of where the band was in the music scene. Pete was arrogant just because he was him, and that was who he was. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 17, 2007 16:26:32 GMT -5
You Were The Leader We All Just Followed. Sparks Can Come From Anywhere. Only The Fire Matters.
[/b] the withdrawal would kick in, she knew that horrible feverish feeling would raise its head and she wouldn't enjoy it then, she wouldn't need a hoodie then either. "C'mon or we'll miss there set." She said simply getting up and taking her drink with her. People might mistake it for alcohol and leave her alone. She went head of him and stood at the door for a moment, just to check the coast was clear. Well at least the thought it was, as soon as she stepped outside she heard someone yell her name. Jesus everyone wanted a chunk of her tonight. "Brodie ma gal you coming' for a drink!"[/i] the guy said loudly as he wrapped a hand around her shoulders. Brodie shook her head and gently removed it. "No, I have other things to do Paddy sorry." She said as gently as she could. "Brodie c'mon! I have this grade A shit right, guaranteed good time you'll enjoy it.""Paddy...look. I don't do that shit any more. I'm trying to go clean here."There was a moments silence before Paddy spoke again; "What every you must be fucking high, I'll catch you later Dodz."[/i] And he ambled off yelling out lyrics to something or another. [/blockquote][/size][/ul][/color]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2007 16:52:19 GMT -5
[/b] Pete asked, taking a drink of the water and looking a bit suspicious, the man seemed to have downed a few already. Pete glanced at him again and then started walking toward the stage. He didn't really find himself associated with people who were actually alcoholics, he just knew people who occasionally drank and therefore occasionally got drunk. Pete remembered very clearly his house warming party in L.A, and watching Bonnie Dillard stand on his armchair, steadily getting drunker as she shouted, and they were all trying to coax her to get down. Bonnie was Armor For Sleep's manager, as well as Pete's partner-in-crime for Clandestine Industries. Therefore Pete knew her, and Armor For Sleep, and he had been standing next to Ben and watching Bonnie make a scene in the middle of his house. It had been amusing, to say the least, but still it was something that he wouldn't forget, least of all the fact someone had taken a photo of Ben and Pete standing together. Pete's house warming party had gone smoothly otherwise though, just like his other parties. Pete's parties were usually themed, the most prominent having been 'Golf Pros And Tennis Hoes', which, of course, was pretty self-explainatory. Pete finally had a house of his own, deciding to move away from Chicago - naturally he was going to have a bit of fun.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 17, 2007 17:24:37 GMT -5
Hear Us Singing We Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah. No Self Pity We Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah. [/center] [/b] The reality of the situation was starting to hit her, she shivered visibly but it wasn't from the cold and she knew it. She finished her drink and binned the can. As they walked she hung as close to Pete as possible, even for just reassurance that he was still there. That horrible layer of cold sweat had formed on her skin, as if the air was clammy but it wasn't It just felt like that. Felt like a high summers night in India. As they neared the stage she could hear the band she she liked them already. she loved festivals such a great place to mix with people and meat new people and generally have a good time. though this year was special for her. A festival was marking the biggest change she had ever made in her life. That had to be a good thing. Hell Brodie would be coming here every year for the rest of her life be it however long or short it ended up to be. She stole a glance at Pete as they stepped in to the side of the stage before she turned her attention to the band. They were good and she like them. She smiled watched the singer. "Jesus she can fucking sing." She muttered to herself half jealous before she smiled. [/blockquote][/ul][/color][/size]
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