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ooo! There's been this one type of AU that I once had the idea to do, if you want to hear it?
Okay, so one of them are in college, though he doesn't really enjoy it- Mostly it's all because his parents have such high expectations for him, and he doesn't want to upset them. And then there is the other character who could be maybe recently out of high school, or maybe a year or two out of it. He's always wanted to be a musician/artist/something else that is hard to make it big in, though he has no support from his family about it. They are so against it that they even forced him out of the house.
Soooo, then they could meet, somehow, i have no clue. this plot was a serious wip. Maybe one of them could work at a music shop, like you wanted, and they could meet there? Orrrr, they could meet in the coffee shop, where one works and the other would occasionally perform at? Either one.
And maybe some other details, you know? cx
And there can be a lot of conflicts in their lives, maybe especially with the college-boy's parents or something.
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he'd always been that kid who just had to please their mom and dad. he didn't want them to get upset, especially with him. he got made fun of for it; for not going out to parties when his parents wanted him to stay home, and not doing what he wanted to do. he loved sports and anything to do with art, but his parents wanted him to become some architect, or something. he was good with all that math stuff. they wanted him to get a "real" job, in their words. he never really wanted to become some professional soccer player or anything; he'd rather do that for fun, and leave all of the tough competition aside. but art - well, i should be more specific, shouldn't i? music. music was the one thing he loved above all other things; besides his family, of course. music was something that would bring a smile to his face when he was down, or even when he was already happier than a mouse who'd gotten away from a cat. music was his retreat from the world; from his parents - from his parents.
college was just wonderful, really. sarcasm. josh really kind of wasn't exactly happy, going to college and all. sure, it helped you get better-paying jobs and stuff, but it's not like he wanted to become a lawyer, an architect, a scientist, or something of the sorts. to be honest, he really wanted to be a musician. he wanted to be in a band, playing his favorite instrument; the drums. whenever he got free time to do so, and when he felt like it, he'd give no sh.its and play some covers. no, not in his dorm - actually, he didn't even have a dorm. he had his own apartment, and only went to the college he went to for classes. he was lucky he hadn't been kicked out yet, with all the times he's been so late. he played his favorite drum set at the music shoppe he worked at; of course, when it was closed. the owner of the store would let him, seeing as to it helped him loosen up and stuff. the guy was really nice and understanding, and whenever josh was late, he really didn't give two flying f.ucks. the blue haired teen - he was still technically a teen - was really thankful for that, because he didn't think he'd be able to get out of bed in the morning if he wasn't able to play the drums at least a few times every week.
so, why didn't he just go along with his dream, instead of just going off to college? or, in other words, why was he trying to make his parents happy, instead of making himself happy? he was just like that, i guess. he didn't like upsetting anyone, even if that meant taking away his own happiness. if he upset anyone, it'd make him upset, so really, most anything he did to make others happy - or at least neutral - would have him ending up in a lose-lose situation. if he tried making himself happy, he'd obviously upset someone else, and that would upset him - if he tried making someone else happy, he'd more than likely be making himself unhappy. it was so stupid how life worked, sometimes. drumming took that all away; it was like he really was living his dream of being the drummer in a band. he didn't have to worry about his parents being unhappy, or anyone else being unhappy. he was focusing on his happiness, for once. really, he wasn't even focusing on that; it just happened. the happiness that came out of him playing was blissful, and he wished he wasn't such a suck-up.
dying his hair had been a thing he did since he was twelve years old, as well as painting his nails. yes, you hear me right; joshua dun paints his nails. he kinda got into the habit of doing that after his sisters forced him to join in on their sleepovers. all of them. why not his brother? nobody knows. he's gotten pretty good at it, too, if he does say so himself. and the whole hair-dying thing? yeah, his parents didn't really agree to it at first, but i guess they decided to let him do one ting he wanted to do. he's dyed it green, black, red, orange, purple - all the colors you could imagine. except for white. he'd never, ever dye his hair white. he'd look weird, wouldn't he?
when he was younger, his parents didn't really "approve" of the music he listened to, much less that he played the drums. he'd taught himself at an early age, and would often sneak down to the music store that was a few blocks down from their house to get suggestions of music. he mostly listened to metallica, and other "punk rock" bands, then; and even now. though now he listens to all sorts of music, whether it be pop, hip-hip, or rock; he listens to it. the only genre that he doesn't listen to is country; no. just - no. he doesn't have a problem with country music or anything, he's just not too fond of it, i guess. he'd much rather listen to rock, hip-hip, or pop than country.
"yeah, i'd probably get 'the black parade,' but that's just me," he replied to the girl, a warm smile on his face. "hmm, yeah; i think i'll get that one. thanks!" he nodded at her before she was skipping off to her mom, chuckling lightly. what a sweet twelve year-old. he fixed the red beanie on his head, yawning silently before stuffing his hands into the pockets of his ebony skinny jeans. he walked at a leisurely pace to the records of older bands, taking one hand out to place a misplaced record where it belonged. what? he couldn't fix things up a little? jeez.
josh licked over his lips, smiling and waving awkwardly at one of the 'regular customers' of the shoppe. terry, he thinks his name was. yeah, he's pretty sure it's terry. he let out a huff of a laugh when one of his friends and fellow employees made a silly face at him, and stuck his tongue out and crossed his eyes back at them. tyler was his absolute best friend, and if it weren't for josh being in college, tyler said they'd be in a band together; just the two of them. man, they've been friends since as long as josh can remember. they were like two peas in a pod, always with each other - and when they weren't, they were messaging each other via phone. best. flucking. friends. brothers.
josh started to hum, picking at a loose string on his vest he had to wear when he was working. yes, he had a name tag. he pursed his lips, rearranging records so they were where they were supposed to be. that's literally all he did, besides help the customers wit choosing and finding cd's and records, and such. he'd rather not work at the register, because it involved math, and he didn't want anything to do with math. or, at least as much as he could, if that made any sense. he gnawed on his lower lip, tapping his feet to the music playing throughout the shoppe; which was, if you were wondering, good riddance (time of your life), at the moment - obviously by 'green day.' duh.
the short - hold up; holy shlit, he really was short. 5'6. i mean, he wasn't too short, but man, he was still short. at least tyler didn't tower over him. most people who were around his age towered over him; even the younger ones.
"it's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right; i hope you had the time of your life."
god he loved this song.
</out of character> yay, i'm finally done! sorry that this is really rushed and crappy. i wanted to get this done for you, and i'm just super excited for this thread. if you want me to change anything, just say so, and i will. my posts will get better as time progresses, i promise! <3
FANCYPOST LYRICS; it ends tonight -- the all-american rejects
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