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    my character || spencer

    sprawled out on a couch backstage, spencer ran a hand through his hair and continued to stare mindlessly at the ceiling. he could hear people pouring onto the floor. it was one of his smaller shows, it was a event in a small underground club where everyone was welcome for a fee. money was never an issue for him but he had to keep a steady flow somehow. free shows were something in the past when he was trying gain publicity.


    he could feel himself shaking as time creeped by faster, as time for him to go on stage was approaching faster. he’s done this what felt like almost a million times but he still got nervous sometimes. he sat up abruptly, stretching a shaky hand out to the coffee table in front of him and grabbing a bottle of pills. the pills rattling in the bottle as he made a haste attempt to pop the cap off. eventually, in a fit of anger, he managed to get it off and popped two of the pills into his mouth. swallowing them dry and letting himself poop back down onto the couch.


    oh, the joys of xanax.


    he was currently using them to calm his nerves, but of course they weren’t prescribed to him. he typically took them alongside drinking and other drugs whenever he felt like it. sometimes even with his band mates but most of the time by himself. he sat there for a few minutes until he felt the wave of relief that ran through his body, eventually getting up once his band mates walked in and joining them to prepare to go out on the stage.


    β€œready?”

    asked one of his mates.

    β€œready.”

    spencer responded and walked out on stage with them in tow. cue the screaming fans and flailing arms, desperate to reach him from where they were trapped down on the floor. he took his place up front and gripped the microphone that stood in its stand, opening his mouth to greet his audience and get the show started.

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    Amelia didn’t often go to clubs or gigs. In fact she felt so out of place here. But after arguing with Vincent for an hour he had dragged her along and the last thing she needed was to disobey him. She watched him with his friends dancing to whatever they played through the speakers. The girl sat at the small bar to avoid the crowd and ordered another rum and coke knowing either she would need it to cope with tonight or to endure it.


    Amelia didn’t know why she even put up with Vince half the time. However they had gotten together at 15 and now he had a rather sickening hold over her. She had loved him once. Now she was quiet and huddled by the wall, make up on her face to try and hide the bruise that formed on her eye. Of course. Amelia was β€˜clumsy’ often and she had fallen again. At least that’s what she had to say.


    When she heard the music stop she frowned and glanced at the stage. She had no clue a band was playing tonight. But she hoped it was better than all the club music because it was giving her a headache.

    song


    β€œheard you got a heart, let me see

    heard you got a heart, let me see

    i need you to split that thing with me

    yeah, i need you to split that thing with me, girl.”


    spencer leaned into the microphone as the music began to play, his bony fingers cupping the bottom of it as he sang into it. his eyes forced shut so he could let himself be absorbed into the moment, his emotions flowing out in waves as he continued.


    β€œheard you're skipping meals, losing sleep

    well, i’ve been doing the same honestly

    well, i look like a fucking walking corpse, girl

    say the words, "r.i.p." 'causeβ€”β€œ


    he turned his head away from the microphone to take a breath, for effect mostly, and turned back again.


    β€œmy tolerance is going up
    and i’m getting numb to the feeling, yeah
    and i’ve been abusing drugs
    i’m getting numb to the feeling, yeah

    i need you to show me love
    β€˜cause i’m getting numb to the feeling
    i need you to ride me harder when we fuck
    β€˜cause i’m getting numb to the feeling, whoa
    i’m getting numb to the feeling
    yeah, i’m getting numb to the feeling, yeah
    i’m getting numb to the feeling
    i’m getting numb to the feeling
    my tolerance is going up
    and i’m getting numb to the feeling, whoa, shit.”



    he cast his gaze over the crowd, focusing it on the lone girl huddled against a wall. he had no idea who she was but being able to use someone to focus his song on while he was singing helped him make his words seem more real. one hand was holding the microphone now and lifted it from its stand, allowing it to be closer to his face as he moved around. he ran his free hand through his hair as he leaned into the mic once again and released more words, his eyes not once leaving amelia. it didn’t really matter where his eyes went, he doubted anyone would notice.


    β€œi need you to see me, love

    yeah, yeah, yeah

    i’m getting, i’m getting, i’m getting numb, babe

    look what you done, babe

    you were the one

    yeah, you were the one, baby...”


    after a couple more verses he closed the song, and welcomed the applause that followed. they would only play this one song today because that’s all the club wanted but he was fine with it. it was late and he was exhausted. all he wanted to do was be able to let loose.


    spencer offered a wave to the small crowd and left the stage with his band mates, throwing on a hoodie immediately and popping the hood over his head so he could go outside to catch a breather. he leaned against the cold brick wall of the club, sliding down it until his butt was resting on the damp ground. he reached into the pocket of his hoodie and revealed a pack of cigarettes from it, lighting one and taking a prolonged drag before exhaling the smoke. he sighed heavily and rested his forehead on his knees, his free hand on his head and his other with the cigarette resting out in front of him.


    he just couldn’t figure out what to do with himself right now.


    ( ooc // no rush. sorry for

    this one being so long, didn’t really know how to incorporate the song in so if it’s bad, i apologize. )


    Don’t apologise for the length of your posts dude it’s fine))


    Amelia hasn’t noticed. She never thought she was noticeable. Mostly due to years of being degraded and such. She had gotten another drink after the song. It wasn’t bad. But she couldn’t relate to the words. She didn’t really know what love was anymore apart from it being messy and destructive.


    Vince has noticed. In a weird primal way he felt himself get lost in the powerful emotion. β€œHold this”he handed his drink over to a friend. Walking over to Amelia he was tense but he needed information before he went on a rampage. β€œDo you know him?”he asked loud enough for her to here. The smell of alcohol on his breath made her flinch β€œno. Vince. I had no clue”she murmured backing into the wall slightly. His dark tired eyes scanned her and decided hitting her in a public place wouldn’t do him favours. β€œIf you don’t act like my girlfriend tonight don’t expect me to play nice”he snapped and walked off into the crowd again.


    Amelia has enough. He couldn’t just threaten her in a club. She knew what he meant by play nice. She had to force herself to consent to his advances tonight otherwise he would disregard her feelings. Maybe this had gone on long enough. Or maybe the drink was making her feel brave. Deep down despite all her issues she was a fighter. And she was ready to cause chaos. Vince was deluded in thinking the singer would show the slightest bit of interest in her. She went up to security and said he had tried to spike her drink and touch her.


    Within moments they had found Vince and his friends and dragged them out. They were lucky to not have the police onto them. That’s when Amelia slipped out the main room. Why did she feel guilty? He was an asshole. But she belonged to him right? She managed to snap out of her thoughts to see the singer? Just sat there. She breathed out and watched her breath leave her as she decided to be even more brave. β€œYou alright mate?”

    spencer moved his head enough to be able to catch a glimpse of her, the same girl he had been watching earlier. he offered a rather pathetic excuse of a smile to her and leaned his head back against the brick wall as he took a drag off the cigarette once more. the dark circles under his eyes and his tired expression proved how he was doing and he couldn’t help but being honest for once. she didn’t recognize who he was anyways.


    β€œi could be better. how about you? you look more troubled than i am, mate.”


    absentmindedly finishing off his cigarette, he tossed the bud to the ground and stood up. putting out the tiny ember with the toe of his shoe and crossing his arms as her stared at her, taking in her features. she seemed on edge to him, like she was in a hurry to get out here. as if someone was out to get her.

    Amelia watched him and sighed gently when he asked. She simply bit her lip and avoided his gaze some what. β€œI have a general hate for this entire day but. Could be better”she joked somewhat at the end. β€œYour song was good. But then again. This isn’t my scene.”she rubbed her arm some out of a nervous habit. β€œI better get going..”she walked back inside.


    She knew she had to get home before Vince. She went to the bar and fished out a few notes to pay before sighing. Why was that singer just sat out there alone? She decided to be brave and wrote her number on a napkin β€œif he asks about me hand him this”she said to the bar tender before leaving.


    It was a slow and wet walk. She pushed the collar up on her coat to shield her face from the rain.

    spencer nodded as she spoke, smiling a little at her joke, he was empathetic of her situation and appreciated her small crack of humor in it all. his calloused hands rubbed either of his arms as he stood in front of her, the chilliness of the night seeping through his sweatshirt. he emitted a soft β€œthanks” at her words of appraisal on his music. he couldn’t make sense of her nervousness, finding himself almost wanting to pry a little to figure it out. he was about to open his mouth to ask her before she dismissed herself, turning away from him before he had a chance to say anything.


    disappointment crossed his face for a moment and he stood there, contemplating what to do. part of him wanted to chase after her and the next told him that she had left for good reason. shaking his head, he stepped back into the club and wandered over to the bar. seating himself on one of the stools and beckoning over the bartender. he ordered a whiskey, neat, and downed it in one short second. he welcomed the burn of alcohol that warmed his body and sighed. his curiosity was getting the best of him and so he leaned forward, beckoning the bartender once more. he questioned the bartender about amelia, describing her appearance and expressing his interest of where she had disappeared to.


    the bartender had simply motioned his head towards the exit of the club and slid the napkin previously given to him, turning back to his work after spencer had thanked him. glancing down at the napkin now, spencer smiled softly at the number written out on it and immediately put it into his phone. he knew if he just folded it and stuffed it into his pocket, he would have just ended up losing it. determined to retire to the tour bus, he slapped a couple notes on the counter, perhaps a little more than what his drink was actual worth, and fled out of the club.


    lounging himself in a oversized chair on the bus, he reached for his phone and willed himself to text her.


    :: hey, guy from earlier outside the club, this might not mean much coming from a stranger but i hope your day gets better. if you need to escape your troubles, lmk. β€” spencer




    By the time Amelia was home she managed to get the text and sighed. In a weird way it had paid off. Her little bit of confidence had paid off and know she had a friend maybe. From all the isolation Vince had put her through. She had a shot of being alive again and she would take it.


    She had to think of what to say back as she read it a few times. She bit her lip and finally replied. Oh hey. Didn’t think that would work. I think an escapee would be nice but I’m not worth anyone’s time. Enjoy your night spencer x


    She decided to sleep. Waking up around five am the next morning. Another nightmare. She couldn’t believe her luck when she realised vince hadn’t returned. Mostly because she hadn’t spent a day without him and now she felt a weird sense of free. She got a shower and dressed before heading out her small apartment to a cafe for food. She checked her phone and without seeing the message he had sent in reply she typed again

    -at the cafe on oak street- she managed to reply.

    spencer furrowed his brow and shook his head a little at the text, letting his free hand catch his forehead as he started typing a response.


    :: why wouldn’t you be, mate? the offer still stands regardless. you have yourself a good night too.


    he couldn’t wrap his head around why he she thought that way about herself but instead of thinking about it all night he decided to retire to his room and let sleep take over. the moment his head hit the pillow, he was out, wrapped up in the fluffy comforter on the massive bed.


    he woke up a couple minutes after 5:30am, reaching for his phone and reading the text message he’d just received from amelia.


    :: i’ll meet you there in 15.


    he didn’t bother asking. he needed a coffee himself. crawling his way out of his room and into the bathroom to take a quick shower. he managed to brush his teeth and get changed quickly, out the door in only a matter of seconds. he tousled his messy hair back and flipped the hood of a black hoodie over his head so no one would notice him, a ripped denim jacket over the top of it.


    it was slightly still dark out, the sun just beginning to rise and the air was still a bit chilly. he trekked down to the cafΓ©, sighing before he entered and glancing around for amelia. he spotted her quickly, ordering a coffee and sliding into a seat in front of her before offering her a smile.


    β€œis today any better?”


    he asked, half joking.





    Amelia has decided to be brave. Asking him if he wanted to join her for breakfast. She knew it was risky but it had paid off before. She breathed out as she spotted him and smiled gently β€œWell. I guess now it has”she suddenly felt a bit nervous. Her face was bare and the bruise although somewhat faded was there.


    She sipped her coffee and sighed β€œdidn’t think you’d be awake at this time. Last night you seemed down and stuff. If I was you I’d of had more sleep”she kept the conversation light. Mostly to avoid the inevitable questions. But soon one grew in her mind.


    β€œWhat made you ask the barman about me?”she suddenly asked. β€œI’m sure you see a lot of girls at your shows. I’m no different”she slowly took another sip. She was confused. But pleasantly surprised.

    spencer chuckled softly at her flattery, leaning forward a little to be a bit more engaged in the conversation. he took in her raw features, taking silent notice of the bruise that adorned her face. he had a feeling she was already insecure about it and wouldn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t bother bringing it up, although he was concerned. he sipped his own coffee as she spoke, a smile persistently playing on the corners of his lips.


    β€œi’m usually not up this early, honestly, but i never sleep much anyways. bad habit of mine.”


    he replied, tracing circles on the table in front of them absentmindedly. talking to her felt so natural, so normal. it flowed so easily for him. he couldn’t piece together why, it was odd but pleasant. he took another sip of his coffee as she began to open her mouth to speak again but never expected her next question. he choked a little, coughing into his arm and laughing sheepishly. she was pretty straight forward.


    β€œuhβ€” but here’s the thing, there is a difference between you and most girls at my shows. you’re not a fan, you don’t want anything from me like money or sex, and for once someone actually doesn’t really know anything about me. it’s kind of life changing. being able to talk to someone and not having to worry about drama, i mean.”


    spencer played with whatever hair stuck out of his hoodie, rolling the stands between his fingers for a moment before continuing to speak. he was being honest with her, it sounded clichΓ©, yes, but it was the truth. at least based off of what he learned about her. she was still a stranger to him, in fact, he didn’t even know her name.


    β€œi asked the bartender about you because you intrigue me. there’s something about you that makes me want to be around you. maybe it’s because we’re both troubled, or because you don’t know who i am. i dunno. speaking of which, you know my name. what’s yours?”

    Amelia liked this honesty. She didn’t know how to react at first. She hummed some to the male. She set her coffee down but kept her hands around the cup to keep them warm as she watched him. β€œIt’s amelia, I mean I don’t know a thing about you apart from you got a good voice. But I’d never. Want those things just because you had some sort of fame or wealth”she was being honest.


    The girl lived in a small apartment, she had a grunge type style of fashion. She didn’t really care for possessions and such. β€œI guess I just want a friend. Life is lonely”she obviously wasn’t going to spill out her life story over coffee. β€œWe just clicked into place huh.”she soon placed his face.


    She knew there was some drama around him, the news made sure of that. Some girls that got dumped causing trouble. She glanced into his eyes. That was when she knew it was getting to him and it probably wasn’t true. β€œWe all have our drama going on..”

    spencer nodded as he listened to her, appreciating her genuineness. it truly was nice not having someone who wanted something from him, not having someone who was fake... the person sitting in front of him was far from any of that. it was kind of surprising. he couldn’t help but think, what if this isn’t real? but he knew well it was.


    β€œi get that, me too, but we really did, huh?”


    he smiled at the thought of their connection, it was crazy how quickly they clicked. he had no idea what was in store for them but he looked forward to something good. he needed something good for once in his life.


    β€œain’t that the truth? although, my shit is all out in the open. not that it makes a difference, drama is drama, but if i try to run away from it, it follows. you know?”


    frustration was clear on spencer’s face, although it obviously wasn’t directed towards amelia or the conversation. it just pissed him off. he could tell she was a bit upset too with what she last said. he leaned back in his chair, chewing at his bottom lip.


    β€œthat’s why i’m on the move all the time, i can’t stay in once place for too long or it haunts me. do you want to run away from it all together?”


    he asked half-jokingly.

    Amelia chuckled some at his words and yawned gently out of habit. Her insomnia got the better of her sometimes. She sipped more coffee again. She watched him and listened β€œI’d love to run away. If I had a million dollars I’d go wherever.”she murmured. She needed to escape. But she didn’t want to be a responsability or burden.


    β€œI’m just stuck in my apartment lost in books hiding”she joked some but it was true. She hated humans. She preferred her own company. Even when Vince has kept her isolated. It only worked in her favour. She still hated him though. β€œI’ve only just got out of some drama. But let’s hope the consequences don’t catch up to me”she rubbed her arm. Still sore.


    She surprised herself with how strong she seemed. She had endured a lot of pain from Vince. A lot of trauma littered her body. She just hoped she didn’t draw too much attention to herself with this stupid Bruise on her face.

    spencer chuckled a little in turn to her joking tone but could tell there was some truth to it by the way her face changed. he grazed his fingers over one of her hands impulsively as he gave her a serious look, his coffee finished and long forgotten. retracting his hand now as quickly as it had stretched out, he grimaced, it was a total accident and he’d meant to respect her space. his eyes told her he meant business but there was kindness in his expression as he offered a small smile.


    β€œi’m serious now, call me crazy if you want but i think waiting around for those consequences to catch up sounds like a bad idea. i know it’s really none of my business and i won’t pry but i have a disgusting feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me those consequences have something to do withβ€”β€œ


    he gestured to the bruise on her face as discreet as possible, a small frown curling his lips down. he didn’t know what her case was but he knew it was nothing good. he sighed a little, letting his hands plop into his lap. he really wanted to avoid cornering her but it scared him a little that she might be in a real mess of a situation.


    β€œi’m really sorry if i’ve overstepped any boundaries here but as a friend, i’m not going to watch someone be miserable. that offer is on the table, if you need to escape you can come with me. i can see you’re dying to get out. no catches here, just a way out, with a friend.”


    he bit his lip nervously, nervous of how she would respond. he probably really overdid himself in this moment but fuck if he’d ever let someone keep getting hurt. he clasped his hands together tightly underneath the table, his gaze unmoving.

    Amelia was somewhat ok with the touch, for a brief second she felt something and wondered on it before his words entered her head. She rubbed her arm out of habit as she looked out the glass to see the rain. She needed out. She wanted out. And here he was offering it to her. She almost forgot about what could happen to her. A bruise was no big deal at this point.


    "Yeah they do"She replied bluntly. She wouldn't lie to him. "I've dealt with worse, but I can handle myself with that. I just..feel like Im itching to leave this town."She admitted. She had her own selfish needs. Sure not bumping into Vince would be a plus to leaving the city. But she was young and wanted to explore stuff.


    "You only knew my name this morning and you want me to run away with you?"She scoffed a laugh. "Your a weird one Spencer but sure if you regard me as a friend. Then I'll come with you. I mean you are in a band and tour right."She tucked some hair behind her ear as she relaxed. "You might need someone to make sure you don't do anything too reckless."She was starting to open up to him a lot more, her true personality showing through. She was very kind, modest and most of all caring.

    spencer felt a grin coming on as she slowly started to cave, relief flooding him now that he knew she would be safe. the idea of the both of them keeping tabs on each other made his smile widen until it hurt, laughing at how she poked fun at him and shrugging it off. anything spencer did was impulsive, and typically with good intent, so this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him to do.


    β€œi may be weird but i’m also pretty awesome, you gotta admit it. i am the lead singer of a band, after all.”


    he joked back, leaning forward and placing his chin into the palm of his hand as he stared at her, playfulness in his eyes. he could hardly contain his excitement, damn, he could hardly even stop smiling. he could see she was opening up to him and it only excited him more.


    β€œyeah, you never know. i can get kind of wild sometimes so you can keep me grounded. god, you’re going to get to see so much it’s going to blow your mind. so go pack your shit, let’s get this adventure started already.”


    spencer stood up from his seat and glanced over at her, waiting for her to join him before exiting the cafΓ©. he fiddled with his hoodie as he took in the gloomy weather, turning to look at amelia and raising an eyebrow at her.


    β€œdo you want me to come with you so i can walk you back to the bus, or do you want us to come get you? unless you think you can find your way there, of course.”

    I updated my girl and stuff)


    "Lead singer huh..sure. Sorry but thats not gonna work. Trying to charm me into bed with you using that line is a bad idea."She teased bouncing off his playfulness. She was rather happy with this idea. She sat up somewhat and yawned. "Good I need some new experiences."She added as she watched him.


    The girl stood up and pulled her hood up over her tied hair "Come with.."She replied in case Vince was lurking and it weren't safe. "Uh I need a strong stupid man to carry my bags."She joked to try to ease her mind of worry. She slowly walked up Oak street to the block of apartments on the end. "Its small as hell just warning you"She didn't mind the rain. She went upstairs and welcomed him into her little home. There was records on the floor. Art on the walls.


    "If you need anything just shout."She replied before packing three bags. She didn't have much to be honest. She made sure her clothes and sketchbook, oh and the toiletries were all packed. "There we are all done."She handed him two bags as she made sure to turn the whole place off and closed the curtains. Once she made it outside she spotted him. "Oh fuck."She murmured as Vince walked up looking like he had just been in a fight.


    "I was looking for you all night! I told you to fucking do as your told Lia!"He called before noticing the other male and he growled "You...last night you stared at her the entire time! Now your with her. Go back to your stupid music boy and run along"He was really aggressive. If you saw Amelias reaction then you would see the girl hide somewhat. Not in a physical sense, she hid behind Spencer somewhat and clutched her bag. But emotionally she was blank and distressed, she had hid her emotions to protect herself from his abuse.

    spencer rolled his eyes at that comment, nudging her very lightly with his shoulder as she teased him. still, he complied and followed her down the sidewalk. a fake offended look crossing his face when she said she needed someone strong and stupid to carry her things.


    β€œstrong, yes, but stupid? that’s awfully rude.”


    he retorted sarcastically, pouting at her and letting out a huff of an air. they slowly approached the apartments and he shrugged at her warning of her place being small, it didn’t matter to him any but he offered a smile in response.


    with her two bags in hand, he had turned to start leaving when he noticed amelia swore and paused behind him. spencer raised his gaze to welcome whom he considered was the prick who’d been hurting amelia into his vision. raising an eyebrow when vince had turned on him, completely disregarding everything that came out of his mouth. he stood tall and alert, his face twisting in anger as he blocked amelia from the other male’s view.


    β€œmate, do me a huge favor and fuck off into whatever hole you just crawled out of. you look like shit, so just get out of the way and you won’t have to deal with anymore trouble than you’ve already been through.”


    he spat, he was ready to put up a fight and beat the guy’s brain out but he thought ahead. he’d anticipated a situation like this and had sent his location to his band mates and manager the moment they’d arrived. if this guy tried anything funny, he’d be able to fight his way out of it but he also had back up waiting on him when he needed it. although, he knew he leaning more towards getting a couple hits on this guy. the poor lad already looked like he’d been beaten on and had to undoubtedly be exhausted from a long night in jail, what kind of fight was he hoping to win here?


    all they had to do was get past him and get outside to the tour bus. then they’d be home free. he never took his eyes off of vince, ready for him to strike.


    β€œamelia, the tour bus is outside, if you get an opportunity, run. i won’t let him touch you, i promise.”

    Amelia was unsure what to do, but thats when she heard his instructions. She could see a bus pull up outside and bit her lip. She took a bag from Spencer so he only had one. Giving him a free hand if he needed to hit. "Sure"She murmured so only he could hear. Vince just got more agitated, but turned to the woman behind Spencer.


    "What are you playing at, Baby come on. This is just some misunderstanding. Lets go get chinese and listen to that..record your favourite one.."He said pleading and she breathed. Time to be brave again "Whats its name?"She said meekly. "Huh? What?"Vince retorted. "My favourite record, what is its name."She asked again. "How am I suppose to know? Thats all pointless shit come on. Lets leave this jerk."He asked.


    Amelia breathed out "No."She managed and thats when Vince snapped, he aimed for her but she ducked and managed to run out to the bus, without a word she stood by the door catching her breath as Vince battled with Spence. But he was definetly going to lose. He was weak and tired.


    (Sorry for the late reply I almost lost my laptop...shes ok now and working thank god haha)