Post by melody on Dec 24, 2009 17:27:17 GMT -5
And yes my name is,
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and so I sit and wait in wonder, does anyone else feel like me?
someone so tired of their routines, and disappearing self esteems...[/size][/color][/center]
It will all fall into place,
And I just have to know, who are you? Melody Lyra Dallas
So how many years have you walked this earth? twenty
Whats the exact date you began to breath? december eighth, nineteen eighty-nine
Curiosity isn't a burden, whats your sexuality? heterosexual
Hm... I can pin point it but what sex are you? female
Woah! So how did your character come to be? original for a canon band
So who are your friends and whats your partake? manager for Party! On The Dancefloor
You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? Lara Jade
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This is who I am,
What do you like, love, or desire exactly?
Party! On The Dancefloor
music
trumpet
guitar
piano
saxophone
singing
The Bouncing Souls
tattoos
rain
eyeliner
the ocean
motorcycles
writing
composing
sunsets
nighttime
stars
And you seem to hate alot, what do you dispise?
silence
pop songs
chewing gum
humiliation
lies
flowers
time
alarm clocks
waking up
news reporters
paparazzi
falling in love
daytime
sunrises
We all feel like a surge of energy lies within us.
composing&performing music
seducing men
reading people
staying emotionless
And I know that you can be that positive, so your weak?
sympathy, empathy
knowing when to stop
walking in heels
falling in love
Attitudes can kill too, what is your personality?
I'm not like anyone you've ever met before. Or, at least, I'd like to think I'm not.
Probably what stands out most about me is that I'm confident, outgoing. Sure, occasionally it comes across as cocky, but in this business, sometimes you have to be. I like to have fun, and if it's with someone I hardly know, so what? I'm the girl at the club who's talking, dancing, and drinking with everyone. I'm opinionated and extroverted, and I don't do well with the shy wallflowers. Most of the time I either scare them off or they bore me to tears.
I'm honest. Blunt honest. Sometimes I offend people, because apparently the truth can be hard to take. I tell it like it is, because I've found that denial of the truth can lead to more complications than what you started out with. Sure, sometimes my honesty verges on rude, but I'm trying (and failing) to keep my mouth shut sometimes. Usually, however, I don't even realize the problem with what I'm saying until the other person is seriously offended.
Oh well, sucks to be them.
I'm intelligent, and I'm not afraid to use that against someone. I finished schooling with a perfect average and a 35 on my damn ACT, and I was kicked out of the house at 15 for going into the music business. I haven't talked to my parents since and I don't really miss them; joining that band was the greatest decision of my life. I don't think I'll ever go back to school, but I know I'd be fine if I had to, studying music. For now, though, I've got everything I need.
I'm pretty tough, but some people like to use the term "insensitive". I'm terrible at empathizing and I'm never very emotional, and I try to ignore others when they are. I've been in relationships before, but I never get very close to the guy, usually I'm just attracted to him and like to have fun. I can relate to people on a friendship level, and do open up to my friends, but on a romantic level I find it difficult, and admittedly a little frightening.
I'm not as cold as I come across, really, but I'm not a fuzzy puppy either. Mess with me, I'll mess with you, simple as that. Try to be a friend, I'll do my best from this end.
Dear i'd love to know who your parents are?
kristen dallas -- forty-eight -- high school band director -- not on speaking terms
christopher dallas -- fifty-three-- jazz musician, owns jazz club -- not on speaking terms
Did you have someone to argue with when you were younger?
sebastian dallas -- twenty-six -- fronts The Deciding Factor, famous ska band -- best friend
So I wanna know about your past, present, and maybe even future?
With a name like Melody Lyra, I was supposed to go into music. Somewhere in the world of musicians, I would fit. I had no idea I'd end up where I am, though. I thought I'd be making the music, you know? Not managing someone else's claim to fame. And it's not that I don't love the band...I just wanted to be the front woman of a famous band. The sad part is, I was so close. So close and I lost it.
I grew up in a musical family, learning any and every instrument and writing and composing from a young age. When I was fifteen, my brother was twenty-one, and signed his first contract with the band he's with now. They're called The Deciding Factor.
The Deciding Factor is a ska band made up of my brother, the lead guitarist and front man, three of his friends, and about ten other musicians. When they were first starting, they needed a head trumpeter, and my brother asked me. At fifteen, I was ecstatic - the life of a punk band was something I wanted, more than anything. I had everything, and a sense of maturity to go with it.
When I was sixteen, I started singing with them too, and writing a lot of the music with my brother, Sebastian. The siblings made a hell of a team, and the band got hotter and hotter. People knew me on the streets, it was a completely new experience. It was beyond incredible.
That's when it fell apart. My parents didn't want me out on the road, trying to tour and record and finish school at the same time, and my brother wanted to keep me in the band. He let me go, though, and to this day I've forgiven him but haven't forgotten it. When I was eighteen, my parents won and I was out of the band, but I was also eighteen and they couldn't force me to come home. I had money, so I went out looking for a place to stay and a new job, and stumbled across a band that needed a manager. I had experience and knew what it took, and for me this was just another step in the process. I took the manager position with every intention to be gone in a year or so, fronting my own band. I still want that, but...I love the guys in the band, too. Anymore, I'm just living a day at a time.[/size][/color]
Who are you exactly,
[/size][/font][/center]And so who are you really? juliet
So your how old again? sixteen
You've been roleplaying for how long? five
How many other characters do you have? n/a
What would you like your member title to be? manager for Party! On The Dancefloor?
Oh! whats the secret password love? I was under the impression there wasn't one...
Hm... anything else I should know? I am an actual musician, and co-front a ska band called The Deciding Factor. Except we're hardly famous. ;)
A tall girl with dark hair was curled up in a large chair in her family's spacious living room, running her eyes over the books on the built-in mahogany shelves across the room. So many of these books she had read, random encyclopedia articles when she was young all the way to the classics more recently. There was a gorgeous black grand piano in one corner and behind it, a section of shelves containing page after page of sheet music for many different instruments. The girl ran her fingers through long, wavy strands of hair and shook her head, moving dark green eyes along the wine-red furniture to the large fireplace, with a painted portrait of her late grandfather above it. How pathetically corny, she thought to herself sarcastically. It's like a movie set of a rich person's home. And this room of the house was, but only this room - on the outside, the immense house was plain brick, sprawling and towering. On the inside, however, there were many rooms, differently themed. This one was classic, the kitchen and dining room modern, the den Japanese-themed, complete with floor pillows and bonsai plants. The other rooms, including guest and bedrooms, were themed variously. The girl had taken no part in her parent's insane planning. They had too much money, she thought.
"Ana, are you even listening to us?" Her mother's harsh voice cut through her thoughts and she glanced up, staring at her parents, who suddenly looked annoyed.
"Uhm, yes, mum, I was," Ana lied, folding her legs underneath her, indian-style. Her socks didn't even match, one pink and one black, something simple that managed to aggravate her parents even further.
"Then what were we discussing?" her mother snapped, folding her arms across her chest. Ana's mother was four years older than her father, but you'd never tell, what with the loads of collagen and botox the woman had injected into her body. She was fourty-nine, something rarely admitted, and looked about thirty-nine. Beauty is something most people can't afford, her mother always told her. It was the biggest load of bullshit Ana'd ever heard, but she had to hold her tongue. That's how it was in the Caine household.
"Ana, are you even listening to us?" Her mother's harsh voice cut through her thoughts and she glanced up, staring at her parents, who suddenly looked annoyed.
"Uhm, yes, mum, I was," Ana lied, folding her legs underneath her, indian-style. Her socks didn't even match, one pink and one black, something simple that managed to aggravate her parents even further.
"Then what were we discussing?" her mother snapped, folding her arms across her chest. Ana's mother was four years older than her father, but you'd never tell, what with the loads of collagen and botox the woman had injected into her body. She was fourty-nine, something rarely admitted, and looked about thirty-nine. Beauty is something most people can't afford, her mother always told her. It was the biggest load of bullshit Ana'd ever heard, but she had to hold her tongue. That's how it was in the Caine household.
Oh The Credits!