KISS ME LIKE THE WORLD IS GONNA DISAPPEAR / private

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 4px black solid; width: 100px; height: 120px; background: url(http://66.media.tumblr.com/f4d…m0cg3pKD1u8jps8o2_250.gif) 75% 10%; background-size: 100%; border-radius: 200px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 4px black solid; width: 100px; height: 120px; background: url(http://66.media.tumblr.com/b5f…m0cg3pKD1u8jps8o6_250.gif) center; background-size: 120%;margin-left:5px;margin-right:5px;border-radius: 200px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 4px black solid; width: 100px; height: 120px; background: url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/6d1…m0cg3pKD1u8jps8o7_250.gif) center; background-size: 100%;border-radius: 200px;][/fancypost]

    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 0px; width: 510px; height: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 490px; height: auto;font-family: arial; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -3px;color:white; line-height: 80%;text-align:justify;]WE DON'T HAVE TO TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. --------------[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white;border:0px;width: 510px;height:auto;padding:0px;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border:0px;width:480px;height:auto;padding:0px;text-align:justify;color:black;line-height:95%;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;] The screams flooded Kassia's ears as she stood at the very edge of the stage, arms out on the flat surface as she looked up at the band. She still couldn't believe that she was chosen out of the thousands, no, millions of people who put a ticket into the five person raffle. It was her dream to meet the band Nine Seconds from Pluto and it had finally come true. And even more, she was going on tour with them. The stage grew dark all of a sudden, and the cheers got louder. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, before suddenly a shower of sparks rained down, lighting up the stage. The band was all there, and Kassia felt her emotions overflow in her body.


    The show was amazing. Her body felt numb as she was escorted backstage, eyes wide with awe. Her lashes were wet from tears of joy and sadness and everything in between. Blinking, she wiped the remaining moisture off of her eyes and snapped back to reality. The guards around her took them to a door that said 'PRIVATE' and opened it up for her. Stepping inside, it was a seemingly empty room. It was dim, and she could barely see. The small moving dots from sparks blurred her sight, forcing her to run into another figure much larger that the 5'2 teen.


    As soon as she collided, she felt a sharp heartbeat before falling to the ground, hitting her head and gaining a major whiplash from it. Ugh.. She moaned, holding her head as the lights turned on and basically blinded her. Once she regained vision, the brunette slowly sat up and looked at the figure she had ran into.


    I'm so-- you're Daniel. She blurted out, eyes wide as she blinked deeply. The male was the lead singer of NSFP. Struggling to get up, she got to her feet and steadied herself, looking at him. Oh my god -- hi, I'm Kassia. She couldn't believe her eyes. ohmygoditsdanielwowheissocuteandmuscularabdsmells
    sogood--     great show tonight.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 6px solid #f2f2f2; background: url(https://67.media.tumblr.com/29…e9nsncOr1qb6icvo4_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; width: 130px; height: 145px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6; border: none; border-top: 4px solid #0d0d0d; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; min-height: 79px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]DANIEL SUMMERS A tattooed, pierced, hair-dyed, socially awkward, asexual piece of trash. Lead singer of Nine Seconds from Pluto. Totally looks like a punk, is actually a cinnamon roll.
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; border-left: 5px solid #0d0d0d; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]He hadn't expected for the band to become this popular. It was like waking up to discover that he'd won the lottery, or gotten a speedboat, or won a lifetime supply of hair dye. It was magical really, the ability to spend time on stage and shared his deepest thoughts with the people who could relate. Usually, Daniel hated crowds. He was terrified of large crowds, but all the fears melted away on stage as he sorta "got into character." Baring his soul and feeling as though the crowds were all his best friends usually helped, but sometimes just closing his eyes and going on with the song helped as well. But now, Daniel didn't feel like that. He was gripping the mic as though it was his lifeline, letting his voice soar above the crowds. He was sweaty and exhausted, but utterly exhilarated at the same time. As the last words faded from their encore song, Daniel grinned at the screaming fans. He took a moment to bow with his band members, before strolling off stage.




    This was what making music really meant.




    Remember, the fans are coming on offstage in a few moments. Daniel's stage manager Tyler warned him, serious hazel eyes meeting Daniel's green blue. Daniel nodded, pulling out a bottle of water from the mini fridge. Man, that performance had taken quite a bit out of him. But he had to be ready to meet the fans. It'd been somebody's idea, not Daniels. Daniel actually was almost unsure of this whole deal. It worried him that he might end up hanging out with some psycho on tour, but they'd informed Daniel that he'd be totally safe. So, he'd believed them.




    The room was dimly lit, large and almost misty from the cool breeze mixed with water. It was their way of cooling down. Similar to a fine mist, it felt good on Daniel's skin. Ruffling his sleeveless black tank top (he'd grabbed it after he'd gotten off stage, as well as a pristine white sports towel) to try and cool down, Daniel took another sip of water, closing his eyes and enjoying the liquid running down his throat. The high was still there from the performance, but the tired was setting in. It was a nice tired.




    And then, a bump. Choking on water and trying not to spew all over the person who'd stumbled into him, Daniel took a moment to swallow, coughing as his eyes opened again. He had to look down (sucks being 6'3 sometimes) to see the person. Oh, that wasn't a familiar face. Blinking as the woman quickly apologized, a hint of a grin slipped onto Daniel's face as she introduced herself. Thanks. Daniel said, putting the lid on his water bottle. No worries, it happens. He responded quickly. Nice to meet you Kassia, I'm- Daniel shook his head, laughing softly. Well, you know who I am, I guess. So, you're one of the lucky winners, huh? She seemed to be nice enough, Daniel was almost glad to have bumped into her before he met any of the others.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 1px; color: transparent; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -13px;]marsy loves you lots

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 425px; height: auto; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; margin-top: -13px;]he would be the type to choke on water tbh

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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 0px; width: 510px; height: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 490px; height: auto;font-family: arial; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -3px;color:white; line-height: 80%;text-align:justify;]WE DON'T HAVE TO TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. --------------[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white;border:0px;width: 510px;height:auto;padding:0px;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border:0px;width:480px;height:auto;padding:0px;text-align:justify;color:black;line-height:95%;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;]Kassia felt her heart racing as she looked up at the male; who was in fact incredibly taller than she; in awe. She stood there for a moment before replying. Yeah. I was skeptical at first, y'know. A year with some total strangers. Kassia exhaled, before being startled by the sudden commotion from behind her. The rest of the group - who were probably taking picture or something like that - walked into the room, looking around in awe. Immediately, the brunette felt sudden shyness as the people filed around her, occasionally bumping into her.


    After everyone was settled and a little calmed, the manager, Jason, walked in and told everyone to take a seat. Kassia sat on the small chair in the corner, willing to give up her spot of the cough for someone else. There was a lonely seat next to her own, but she doubted anyone would sit there. She looked up when the male began to speak, introducing the schedule. Welcome, everyone! I'm Jason, aka the man who set this whole thing up. Now, it's best if we go over a few rules and such before getting into the bus.


    Kassia listened contently, brows naturally furrowing like they always did when she was consentrating. So if that's all, let's get onto the bus! There was a short cheer, before everyone got up and followed the two escorts and Jason out of the room. Kassia was one of the last, and was squeezed through the door. She stumbled, before regaining balance and landing right next to Daniel.


    They made it outside, where they were greeted by screaming fans and some threats. But it was the price you had to pay to be chosen for something like this. Kassia, being the scared and innocent person she was, slowly crept closer to the bigger and therefore more protective person, being Daniel. They made it onto the large, rather luxurious bus and she felt her heart slow, her anxiety reaching quite high back there. Claiming a bottom bunk, Kassia was handed her suitcase, where she slid it under the bed and sat down, watching everyone settle.


    Once everyone claimed a bed, they all filed to the living space of the bus. Everyone except for Kass. She took out her book, How to Kill A Mockingbird and began to read, shifting onto her back so she could be more comfortable. Let's just say she wasn't the most active and social person ever.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 425px; height: auto; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; margin-top: -13px;]small museful bump (^:
    they should stop at McDonald's @ 3 in the morning omg

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 6px solid #f2f2f2; background: url(https://67.media.tumblr.com/29…e9nsncOr1qb6icvo4_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; width: 130px; height: 145px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6; border: none; border-top: 4px solid #0d0d0d; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; min-height: 79px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]DANIEL SUMMERS A tattooed, pierced, hair-dyed, socially awkward, asexual piece of trash. Lead singer of Nine Seconds from Pluto. Totally looks like a punk, is actually a cinnamon roll.
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    dude they should so much//
    That was understandable. Daniel himself was still trying to get used to the whole "congrats, you're taking a few fans on tour with you for the next year of your slowly shrinking liftime" concept himself. Once again, the thought of some insane creep filled his mind again. Hopefully, Kassia wouldn't turn out to be some weirdo that would steal his hair or whatever. And hopefully, the rest of the fans would be the same as Kassia. Hopefully they wouldn't all run into him, though. He didn't have the emotional energy to scream and jump and nearly die every time.




    Jason appeared in the room along with a few other people. Some of Daniel's band members, some stage crew, lighting. Sound, and a few unfamiliar faces. Probably the new fans. Jason started his long schpeel to run down all the rules and regulations of the entire Nine Seconds from Pluto tour. It wasn't a creative tour name, Daniel wanted to name it something cooler. Maybe even have a pun in the tour name. But then again, the simple name was straightforwards, and said exactly what it was. A tour, for his band. The end. And Daniel was tired, he could tell.




    Running his fingers through his purplish pink hair, Daniel tried not to yawn as he waited towards the back, cooling off. There was an open spot next to Kassia that Daniel had intended to take, but just as he'd finished off the water and felt as though he'd stopped sweating like a sinner in church, it was time to go. They had another crazy night the next day, and hanging around for no reason just wasn't going to fly by any of the managers.




    Daniel already had all his stuff packed onto the bus, so he helped out with any extra suitcases as the bus was loaded. Though he rarely ever played them on stage, Daniel had a bit of a drumming addiction, so he usually got the job to carry stuff along with their usual drummer. Yay upper body strength. The crowds were deafening, and so Daniel did his best to ignore them as he carried a few things. Kassia was next to him. It's hard, I know. Daniel muttered as best he could over the screaming crowd. The first time this had happened, Daniel had hidden in his bed for the rest of the day. It was terrifying.




    Everyone seemed to file into the livingroom. Their bassist was speaking with some blonde, and most seemed to be getting along just fine, so the purple-haired man decided to head back. Listen to music, zone out. Maybe sleep a little until they stopped for food. As he wandered his way towards the musician's bunks, his eye caught Kassia on a bottom bunk. The one opposite from her was currently empty, so Daniel sat down. She was reading. Ooh, high school classics, huh? It was a light tease. Daniel liked the book himself. One of the few books I've reread that was required for school. He added quietly, hoping he wasn't interrupting too much. He knew what it was like to be disturbed while reading. Um, if I'm talking too much, feel free to tell me to shut up, I kinda ramble a lot. Daniel added, laughing a little.
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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 0px; width: 510px; height: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 490px; height: auto;font-family: arial; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -3px;color:white; line-height: 80%;text-align:justify;]WE DON'T HAVE TO TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. --------------[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white;border:0px;width: 510px;height:auto;padding:0px;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border:0px;width:480px;height:auto;padding:0px;text-align:justify;color:black;line-height:95%;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;]Kassia was getting into the book when a familiar voice cut the silence, causing her to look up at him. You're fine. I've read it three times already anyways. Closing the book, Kass sat up and let her elbows prop up on her legs, looking over at the pink-haired male. I admit, I also ramble often. Tucking a strang of hair from her face behind her ear, the babe sparked up a conversation with the male.


    It wasn't until about an hour later when the bus came to a complete stop. McDonalds break! Steven, the driver, called. A cheer erupted from everyone and immediately Kassia's eyes widened. Do you have these often? What time is it? Grabbing her phone, she read 3:43 AM. Wow, how long have we been talking?


    Either way, the brunette grabbed her jacket she left out just in case and put it on, filing out of the bus as she checked it for money. A rush of cool air hit her as they all went into the restaurant, taking in the smell of fries and nuggets. It was aesthetically pleasing, with the greenish light setting a mood to the clearly still jittery crowd. Her large jean jacket wrapped around her, keeping her warm as she stood in the back of the line.


    What are you gonna get? She asked Daniel, eyes scanning the menu. She decided on three cookies and a hot chocolate. running her hands through her brown hair, the babe moved it so it was laying opposite of her usual part, creating careless volume. Taking a step, she made it to the counter and received her order, thanking the cashier before taking an empty seat on one of the kid burger chairs.


    /THE BURGER CHAIRSSS
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 6px solid #f2f2f2; background: url(https://67.media.tumblr.com/29…e9nsncOr1qb6icvo4_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; width: 130px; height: 145px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6; border: none; border-top: 4px solid #0d0d0d; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; min-height: 79px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]DANIEL SUMMERS A tattooed, pierced, hair-dyed, socially awkward, asexual piece of trash. Lead singer of Nine Seconds from Pluto. Totally looks like a punk, is actually a cinnamon roll.
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; border-left: 5px solid #0d0d0d; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]Daniel grinned, nodding slightly. He had books like that, where reading them was more or less like a warm hug or something. Where he was able to simply open it up, and begin anywhere he wanted without any worries of spoiling something. Harry Potter, the Grimm fairytales, they were just so timeless and Daniel loved them to bits. His bunk didn't leave much room for anything when it came to books, but he'd done his best to bring at least a few items that he cared about. The Prisoner of Azkaban was settled under his pillow, worn dust jacket holding his place.




    I'm horrible, I swear. Everybody else normally listens, unless they're drunk out of their minds and I'm the one that's speaking normally. Since they'd been in their high school years, Daniel had always been the designated driver. Daniel just avoided most drinking when he could. Sure, once or twice maybe, but perhaps not as much as his band members. Too much responsibility, and Daniel'd heard too many horror stories about how musicians had gotten drunk, and totally wrecked their life.




    They talked, Daniel and Kassia. She was surprisingly easy to speak to. They had a lot in common, surprisingly. Their shared crowd problems seemed to help mix that together, and most of the rest of the conversation just..flowed. He'd rarely ever had good conversations with anybody, let alone a pretty strange person who he'd just met that night. But perhaps the adrenaline and the generally good night helped that along. A grin slipped onto his face as he heard the Micky D's break. Only on days that end in 'y.' Daniel said to Kassia, moving quickly to his bunk to grab a jacket.




    Fries and a cheeseburger were his go-to meal, and that was that. Ooh, I see you're going for something less classic. Daniel commented to Kassia, before ordering. It didn't take long for the employees to get his food (classic was classic, and easy to deal with), and Daniel joined Kassia on the burger chairs. It's been a while since I've seen these bad boys. The purple-haired man commented, running his hands through his hair, picking up a fry. So Kassia, can I ask what kind of mysteries you're hiding in your past? Any siblings? Is this the first time you've been to one of our shows? Daniel blinked. That sounded a tad concieted, sorry.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 1px; color: transparent; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -13px;]marsy loves you lots

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 425px; height: auto; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; margin-top: -13px;]ONG LOL I DIDNT RVEN SEE YOU POSTED

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    [justify]it was totally just like two seconds ago ahah
    i know the feeling so well tho
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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 0px; width: 510px; height: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 490px; height: auto;font-family: arial; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -3px;color:white; line-height: 80%;text-align:justify;]WE DON'T HAVE TO TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. --------------[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white;border:0px;width: 510px;height:auto;padding:0px;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border:0px;width:480px;height:auto;padding:0px;text-align:justify;color:black;line-height:95%;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;]Kassia shrugged with a grin at his comment on her order, taking a drink from the hot cup. It burned her tongue but in a 'it's too good to matter' way. Plus it warmed her pale hands that grew cold from lack of heat anywhere. Im not an average girl, I guess. She smiled, watching him pick up a single fry and eat it. When he asked about her past, Kassia looked out the window and into the darkness for a moment.


    That's a question. Looking over at him, she wrinkled her nose - a small but noticeable quirk she always did. I have one sibling. His name is Milo. He's seven years old and he's the biological child of my parents, unlike me. taking a small bite from her cookie, Kassia smiled at the male, who was now apologizing for being a bit conceited.


    It was the second I've been to. The first was in Arizona, my home state. But I was in the very back, so I didn't really get to see you all very well. Shrugging, the babe yawned, covering her mouth her with her hand as she always did before blinking tiredly. What about you, Daniel Summers? Your Wikipedia page says a lot, but I'm guessing you could tell me a little more.


    Smiling over at him, Kass took in his presence. It was amazing how relatable he was to her. She thought they would all think of themselves as better. She actually thought they may be aliens or something. But they were people too. And sometimes she forgets that.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 0px; width: 510px; height: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 490px; height: auto;font-family: arial; font-size: 14px;letter-spacing:-1px;color:white; line-height: 80%;text-align:center;]KASSIA JADE WILDE, COLLEGE STUDENT AT ARIZONA STATE UNIVERSITY.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 6px solid #f2f2f2; background: url(https://67.media.tumblr.com/29…e9nsncOr1qb6icvo4_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; width: 130px; height: 145px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6; border: none; border-top: 4px solid #0d0d0d; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; min-height: 79px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]DANIEL SUMMERS A tattooed, pierced, hair-dyed, socially awkward, asexual piece of trash. Lead singer of Nine Seconds from Pluto. Totally looks like a punk, is actually a cinnamon roll.
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; border-left: 5px solid #0d0d0d; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]Grinning at her words, Daniel thought to the old chick flicks and low-budget movies that he used to watch with friends. Usually, those exact words were scattered somewhere in the dialogue. But at least with Kassia, they sounded genuine. I'm certain of that. Daniel said simply, nodding his head. She was a person that Daniel oddly felt close to, despite them just meeting. They had so much in common, it was almost ridiculous.




    It sounds better if I call it a mystery. Daniel shrugged, listening carefully. Grabbing a fry and nodding, the purple haired man glanced around at the other band members littering the McDonalds. Everyone seemed to be occupied with their own things. A few groupies were speaking with them, a few were trying to stay awake. Ooh, a little brother? Daniel had always wanted a younger sibling, but life hadn't worked out that way in the end.




    Thinking back to any of his Arizona dates, Daniel nodded. All that he really remembered was lots and lots of faces, and a big hot arena. They'd been fun, lots of sunny days that had turned into cool nighttime. Arizona, huh? Well, hopefully you bring the sun along with us. Daniel laughed lightly, shaking his head. I'm a Seattle kid myself, I tend to bring the rain along quite a bit when it comes to the tour.




    Right, the Wiki page. Daniel had remembered staring in shock at the page, realizing that he'd finally hit the point where he'd made it. Their bassist made it first, and the drummer next. Daniel had been one of the last, simply because he'd rarely said much when it came to interviews. That fear of speaking did that a lot to a person. It was nice to know that they weren't totally focused on the lead singer as a band, that was what Daniel liked about their band. Oh, the Wiki page is actually pretty straightforwards. Well, I'm actually more of a dog person than a cat, I first started dying my hair after my friend shaved her head for her treatment, my mom actually was there when the first part of my tattoo was being worked on. A shrug. Those are really the most interesting parts about myself.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 425px; height: auto; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; margin-top: -13px;]REPLYING NOW OK

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 6px solid #f2f2f2; background: url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/6d1…m0cg3pKD1u8jps8o7_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; width: 130px; height: 145px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6; border: none; border-top: 4px solid #0d0d0d; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; min-height: 79px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]KASSIA WILDE A quirky and anti-social trashy bean who is in love with sweaty drummers and McDonald's burger chairs.
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; border-left: 5px solid #0d0d0d; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]Kassia shrugged at his comment about bringing the sun. The sun is so hot. I've lived under it for my entire life, it's more of a bore than a gift. But I guess I'll try, for you. She grinned, taking a bite from her cookie before looking up at a voice. Alright, let's wrap it up! Onto the bus! Kassia frowned, before discreetly shoving her bag of cookies into her inside pocket. You won't tell, right? She asked, getting up and throwing her empty cup into the garbage can as she walked out.




    The cold air hit her face and she inhaled, walking over to the bus. Getting on, she immediately felt extremely tired. It was like the lukewarm temperate just lulled her to sleep, or some witch put a spell on her. All she knew was she was extremely tired. Everyone was. They all went back to their beds, and so did Kass. Slipping into hers with ease, the brunette yawned and glanced over at Daniel. A small smile graced her features as she close her eyes, jacket already off of her and shoved into the corner of her bunk before she spoke. Don't tell about the cookies, it's our secret. Her smile faded as she drifted into a deep sleep, goosebumps rising on her arms from lack of blankets over her body.







    Rise n shine! A trumpet played in her ear, waking the brunette up with a ringing ear. What time is it? She yawned, looking around at the awakening people. 6:45 am, dear. Cmon everyone, it's rehearsal time! Kassia reluctantly slid out of bed, and grabbed the outfit she picked out for today. Everyone grabbed their essentials that they packed in a backpack and headed off of the bus. Stretching in the parking lot, Kassia looked over at the sleepy Daniel. Good morning. She yawned, a smile gracing her features.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 1px; color: transparent; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -13px;]marsy loves you lots

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 6px solid #f2f2f2; background: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/45…5m7aiht81vqsdjyo3_500.gif) center; background-size: 250%; width: 130px; height: 145px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6; border: none; border-top: 4px solid #0d0d0d; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; min-height: 79px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]DANIEL SUMMERS A tattooed, pierced, hair-dyed, socially awkward, asexual piece of trash. Lead singer of Nine Seconds from Pluto. Totally looks like a punk, is actually a cinnamon roll.
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; border-left: 5px solid #0d0d0d; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]Heading back to the bus, Daniel quickly threw away the now-empty fries container in the bus's garbage. Rest in piece, my loves. Daniel muttered, shaking his head as he headed towards the back. Kassia was behind him, and before he went towards the band's part of the bus, he turned back, giving her a wave. Dark, deep secret. Chinese water torture couldn't get it out of me. Daniel promised quickly, grinning as he went through the hallway, towards his bunk. He always was at the top, no matter what bus they were on, simply because he was terrified of them collapsing on anybody below. At least on top, he wouldn't end up squished flat in case of an emergency.




    He changed quickly into his pjs, a Star Wars flannel bottom with a plain grey t shirt, and hoisted himself up to the top. Night, guys. Daniel muttered to his bandmates as they got on. Night, Dannie. They never stopped calling him Dannie, and if they could do it all together in a monotone voice, it made them happier. It was from some horror movie they had watched once when Daniel was sick instead of band practice, back when they were just trying to get acts at bars. Memories, Daniel missed those days most of the time. They were just so old, and so nostalgic, back when people were younger, and times had changed. They were different people now, and Daniel didn't know how to feel about that. Closing his eyes and curling up, Daniel let out a soft sigh, letting the gentle rocking of the bus lull him to sleep.




    Alright, who has my trumpet? Daniel called after nearly jumping out of bed, staring at his band members in annoyance. I heard it! Stumbling his way towards the middle of the bus, Daniel noticed Rex the bass player had it. Letting out a long sigh, Daniel turned around. He'd gotten up, right? He changed quickly into a rather plain outfit, trying not to yawn as he went about the motions of getting up, looking presentable, and stumbling out of the bus. Morning Kassia. Daniel yawned, stretching. Do they have coffee yet? He asked, then remembered he was trying to break the habit of coffee in the morning. Woo, rehearsal. Daniel muttered, clearing his voice and popping his neck. He'd need to warm up.
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