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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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zane had spent most of his day on the tour bus and at one point, he’d gotten so fed up with the people on the bus that he had to leave or he’d probably yell at everyone. and he really didn’t want to do that. zane slammed his cup on the table and got up, some of his band members glaring at him like he was crazy or something. he grabbed up his wallet and his phone and headed off the bus running his hand through his hair, which was getting a tad bit on the long side. but he didn’t care, he wanted his hair to grow long and he didn’t feel like getting a haircut or something. he’d probably let it grow until it was like so long, people started thinking he was a chick or something. his hair was something he valued greatly, he’d always taken time to get it done and he hated when people touched it or messed it up. because most likely he’d spend hours fixing it or something and besides he didn’t know where their hands had been. he’d seen many people walk out of the bathroom without washing their hands, it was disgusting. and he definitely didn’t want someone’s dirty hands in his hair. he wasn’t a germaphobe but still, who’d want someone to touch them after they just went to the bathroom, no one. at least no one, normal would want that. he was sure people didn’t like it but it didn’t bother them either. zane liked being clean and he hated being dirty, hence why he took showers daily and never let himself go. he worried too much about his appearance to do that. not like he was trying to appeal to anyone though.

zane walked around the town and looked at his arm and decided he’d probably go get a tattoo, because he had wanted a new one for quite some time now. he just didn’t know what to get, he’d never looked into it. so guessing, he’d just have to decide when he got there. he didn’t want a massive tattoo nor did he want a plain and simple one. he wanted a tattoo that had some sort of meaning to it or something. maybe like chinese symbols or something, or lyrics. he didn’t know just yet so he’d decide when he got there, he shoved his hands in his pocket, the cold air going in his face, giving him the chills. he had an urge to walk backwards to avoid the cold air in his face but he didn’t because that’d draw too much attention to himself than what was needed. like what were the odds off people walking backwards on the sidewalk, it rarely happened and you had to wonder what was going through their head. besides even if he wanted to do it, he couldn’t because he was sure he’d run into a few people or trip over something. it wasn’t like he had eyes in the back of his head and he could see everything. he’d walk into a pole or something, and knowing the paparazzi was near so they’d have their cameras ready. and he’d be on tmz.com or something within seconds, everyone watching that. he liked publicity but not that kind of publicity. personally, zane hated the paparazzi, they were just so in his personal life. if he almost hooked up with someone they’d post it with pictures then they’d follow him around, asking who the mystery girl was. it was quite annoying.

before he knew it, he was standing in front of the door to the tattoo/piercing parlor. he didn’t plan to get any piercings, he only had two as of now. his tongue and his lip, he had snakebites but let the other side close because he didn’t like the look it gave him. slowly, he walked into the parlor and took in the smell it had. usually they didn’t have much of a smell but this one did, he couldn’t place his finger on the smell though. zane walked over to the counter and nodded at the guy and looked through the book, he wasn’t sure which tattoo he wanted. and the book possessed many pictures of tattoos, which would take him about five minutes to go through. he sighed and flipped through page after page when his phone suddenly vibrated. he took it out of his pocket and read it, it was from his brother peyton who needed his advice on girls. zane twisted up his face a little, since when did his peyton need help with girls? he never had, peyton was like a miniature version of zane. he never had a problem with girls until today, zane texted back with a response he hoped would help him and put his phone back into his pocket. continuing to look through the pages of the book, he finally settled on a tattoo and he waited for the guy to come back. he was being very impatient so he groaned and took his phone out and texted his brother back again but in the middle of texting his brother, he got a text from his mother. he sighed and turned off his phone and put it back in this pocket. his mother was the last person in the world he wanted to talk to right now.

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[*MADISON RILEY BURTON!]

stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective

for the longest time, madison had wanted to get a piercing. she didn’t quite know what though. true, when she was younger she’d had a monroe, but that was taken out now. piercings were always cool, and madi definitely saw the appeal. they just brought that extra something to a person’s appearance that nothing else could. with that said, the piercing the girl wanted to get made no sense. she didn’t really want any facial piercings. a tongue piercing seemed really awesome, and that was what she was going to get pierced. madison knew it’d hurt, but that was the fun part. it was the bearable pain, because what would come out of it looked pretty sick. and, from what she’d heard, people liked the way it felt when you tongue kissed them. that wasn’t why the teenager was getting it though. madi wasn’t the type to get things just to show off or to please someone. that was just obnoxious, and it generally led you to be someone you weren’t, or to gain a not so lovely reputation. being young, the pink haired girl didn’t need a bad rep. with the way she handled those things, it just would not end pretty. losing friends might happen. that was one of the worst things that could happen to her. in her opinion, anyway. especially on this tour. you’d be surrounded by them constantly, and it just would not be a fun time. leaving this tour would be like killing herself. this was madison’s life, unfortunately. nothing else at home had been going quite right, and the online courses were better than going to an actual high school.

the only problem with getting this piercing done was that she was coming from some random holiday party thing she’d been invited to. it didn’t even make any sense, since all the girl did was sell her merch. her and one of the other merch girls had been invited, and they went together. her friend left with some guy though, and that meant madison had to fend for herself. that was completely fine, except she didn’t quite know where the tattoo parlor was from here. well, a taxi would know where. there was no way she’d be walking anywhere in this weather anyway. it was freezing, and it was bound to start snowing soon. that would be really cool though. madi loved snow, even just looking at it. it was so beautiful. except when it was a blizzard and you were out stuck in it. that was just scary and extremely unsafe. that was usually when you just sat inside with a cup of hot chocolate and watched tv or something. being on tour didn’t give you much of that option though. you were stuck in a bus, often driving in the terrible weather. those were the times madison found herself needing a distraction and often bugging everyone else on the bus, or frantically trying to get herself to forget about it. she was paranoid they’d get into a horrible accident and everyone would die. highly unlikely, but still one of ther main fears.

madison walked out of the building and hailed a taxi, getting one surprisingly quick. weren’t people always complaining about how it took forever to hail one? the girl opened the door and quickly got in, rushing to avoid freezing in place. it was very cold. once in, she asked him to bring her to the tattoo parlor. except she couldn’t think of the name for a minute. he helped her out though, and they were soon on their way there. it was nice to just sit back and watch the scenery pass by. the lights looked so pretty. in what seemed like seconds though, they were there, and madison was paying him. it wasn’t too expensive, and she’d definitely have cash to pay for the piercing. it was a habit of hers to carry around a bit too much money in cash, but luckily nothing bad ever happened. her heels clicked against the pavement as she headed inside, the warm air in the building feeling far too good. they seemed somewhat busy, or so she thought. there weren’t many people who worked there standing around. madison figured it would be best to sit down, not rush into it and freak herself out. a familiar body was standing in front of the counter though, and as a smile crossed her lips, she couldn’t help but walk over. the girl stood next to him and looked at the book, waiting for him to notice her. it wouldn’t take long, seeing as her hair was pretty noticeable, even if you just saw it out of the corner of your eye.

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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zane took his hat off and placed it neatly on the counter and he put his hands in his hair and ruffled it a bit, so he didn’t have hat hair. he’d rather have sex hair than hat hair, any day but that was just him. he continued to look through the book, making sure to analyze the pages because he didn’t want to miss something. he looked up for a second and realized the guy was staring at him looking very impatient, zane glared at him and the guy turned around and went back into the back. he continued looking through the book getting very impatient that he couldn’t find a nice tattoo that he wanted. he didn’t have a million tattoos but he had enough to have some experience and never in his life did it take this long to find one. usually he knew what he wanted though and this time he didn’t. next time, he’d make sure he knew what he wanted. but the whole idea was one of those at the moment type things. he hadn’t planned to go here, not until he was off the bus at least. he just needed away time from the bus and the people on it. they always managed to piss him off so easily, he didn’t even know how people managed to do that. well everyone on that bus had an attitude and a temper, he was sure. but zane’s had to be the worst, not like he tried to be the worst. it just happened to be that way. but he was glad he was off the bus and outdoors, kind of. the bus wasn’t really that spacey and the fact that almost all the people on it, kept it a mess didn’t make it any more inviting. it just made it to where zane couldn’t wait to get off it and the only thing he actually enjoyed on the bus was sleeping.

though sleeping didn’t come easy, everyone woke up and slept at different things, so it was hard to get asleep and it was hard getting back to sleep once he was. he stayed up all night and early in the morning, partying but of course no one allowed for him to sleep in, because they were all either leaving, arguing, or making a bunch of noise. that was probably the main reason for him being so grumpy in the morning because the lack of sleep he received. oh that wasn’t the only reason for his attitude, just the people he had to deal with daily. they bugged him a bunch and the fans, they drove him crazy. don’t get me wrong, he loved the people he toured with and the fans. but they just knew exactly where to push his buttons. but then again, zane’s that kind of guy that can pissed off really easy. so it probably wouldn’t be that hard to piss him off in the first place. the tour was really exciting for him, he got to go all over the place, for free, while getting paid for it. he loved it and he loved going to all the new cities, where he could meet a bunch of different fans. what was really fun, was touring in different countries. because he got to learn new cultures and sometimes a few words in a different language, it was just overall very thrilling for him. he enjoyed what he did and he didn’t think there was anything else like it. being on stage, was a thrill, as well, being in front of thousands of people, all of them cheering for you. man, there’s nothing like the feeling of being on stage in front of a bunch of people that love your music. the best part was when the fans started singing along with him, which was amazing that a few could sing the entire song with him.

zane finally decided on a tattoo, he was just going to get the words ‘drowning in thoughts of you’ tattooed on his wrist in script. he heard someone walk in but he didn’t turn around to see who then in the corner of his eye, a blob of pink popped up. he didn’t even have to turn to look to see who it was, he only knew one girl on the tour with pink hair. well there were others but hers was bright light pink, if he was outside, he’d for sure need a pair of sunglasses to just look at her. a smile turned up in the corner of his lips as he looked at her, "what’re you doing here, all primped up?" he wasn’t sure if she had any tattoos or even any piercings. if she did, it was probably her ears but people didn’t usually come to a parlor to get their ears pierced. you could just go to some booth in the mall and get it pierced for free, it was the wise thing to do, at least he thought. so she must have been here for a different reason but what, his curiosity set in. zane turned towards her closing the book slowly and looked back towards the back where the guy was coming back towards them. he came very wary than he had before, the man spoke lightly, ”you ready?” zane looked at madison then back towards the guy. “give me a minute,” zane looked around the parlor because he hadn’t taken much notice of it when he walked in, instead he’d walked in and hadn’t even looked around. he looked at all the tattoo designs on the wall, the rules, the pricing and the such. he pulled out his wallet and made sure he had enough money and the placed it back in his pocket, directing his attention back to madison.

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[*MADISON RILEY BURTON!]

stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective

this probably did seem like the oddest place for madison to be. yes, she did look like she’d fit in, except for the one critical thing she was lacking: any sort of ink or metal in a place other than her ears. but, that was why she was there. to change that. with how she was currently dressed, it wouldn’t be weird for people to think the girl was afraid of pain and all the things this shop offered. that was quite a lie. it was fun to her, as it was to most people who came here. or they just wanted the look it gave them. either way, it brought some type of pleasure to them. in fact, she’d heard of people who actually found the pain more enjoyable than others. that was just creepy, to be honest. if they liked that, madi didn’t want to know what other kinds of creepy things those people liked to do. fetishes actually weirded madison out. cool, you liked to do weird things when you were getting a bit close with someone, but those really really weird ones, like using those weird costumes and things, were just ridiculous. and wrong. that was to the teenager, anyway. other people could do what they wanted, as long as she wasn’t included. not that she was into sleeping around with tons of different people. not doing that was one way to avoid those fetish freaks. they were probably really nice people normally, though; judging them on one weird habit was no way to treat people. it made you seem really close-minded. if that was the right word.

being close-minded a shop like this did not seem like the right move. even if the things you didn’t like didn’t apply to people, odds were they knew someone who liked that weird stuff, and felt the need to stand up for them. that was when you were screwed. a lot of the people here were pretty big, and didn’t seem to have a problem with breaking your neck with a single swift movement. that fact alone that they could do that scared madi. she was tiny, and they could probably do that to her spine. and with her luck, if anyone did try to do that, she’d be stuck paralyzed and in a vegetative state. that was no way to live. yes, some people did still want to live even if it meant they couldn’t do the things they had used to, but the seventeen year old didn’t thinks he could do it. it would kill her to not be able to walk or live her life. that didn’t mean she wanted to instantly die if that happened to her. advances were occurring everyday in the medical field, and to die just as one that could save you was being put out would suck a lot. your family would feel so bad for you that you missed the chance to be back to your old self. or maybe they wouldn’t care at all, because they were happy to get rid of you. that was a horrible thing to think though. everyone had a family, or at least a family member, that loved and cared about them. even a great friend that was like family. madi was firm believer that no matter what you thought, there was at least someone out there who really cared what you did.

the tattoo book in front of zane looked interesting, full of color pictures of different symbols and things. they were all so interesting, but not for her. he finally noticed her, and the smile let her know he wasn’t in one of his infamous bad moods. it seemed zane was known for that, and how they actually got along, madison wasn’t sure. she had a bad temper too, when provoked. he’d just never provoked her, luckily. it wouldn’t have ended well, or so the girl figured. “well, i was at this holiday party thing, but then i decided i was going to get pierced.” the teenager stuck out her tongue and pointed to it, to show him that was where her piercing was going to go. it was a more immature way to show him, but she was still only seventeen. growing up wasn’t quite mandatory yet. it never was, actually, but there was a point where you were expected to act more like an adult. madison didn’t think she’d do that though. acting like a kid was way too much fun for her. and dyeing her hair a normal color just wasn’t cool at all. the bright, peculiar colors always brought you more attention, though that wasn’t why she did it. they made your life livelier too. it was strange how a hair color could do that, but it could. people talked to you more, and you met more interesting people. the man came out to get zane, and apparently he wasn’t ready. “i wanna watch when you get it done,” she told him, not really making it a statement meant for any refusal. madison was going to watch whether he wanted her to or not. unless they were going to pierce her at the same time.

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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tattoos were something you’d always have, for life, unless you got them removed. the only non painful way to remove a tattoo was with some fading cream, the painful way would be laser. when zane got a tattoo, he probably thought about it a little too much but he didn’t want it to be something he’d regret later on. he didn’t ever want to remove it so he thought about it usually way before he got it. zane took good care of his tattoos mainly because as you get older and if you don’t take great care of them, they’ll fade and look really bad. tattoos looked really good the first time you got them and if you didn’t care of them, they’d fade. some of his family were great examples of this, his grandfather had this huge tattoo on his arm and of course, he didn’t take care of it, the colours faded and no one can tell what it is anymore. it seemed to be more common in old people because their skin is becoming wrinkly and chances are they aren’t using lotion. so their skin cells are dying and so the layers of the tattoo start to break down.

zane didn’t like old people in the first place; they were always thinking they were better than everyone. besides the fact they hated young people, for what? they were loud and it was probably putting a beating on their hearing aids and the thought made him laugh. it was like a rivalry going on between the two age groups, technically though he wasn’t that young. he wasn’t in his teens or anything and the rivalry was usually between people older than sixty and the teenagers. the teenagers would say old people were slow like not mentally slow but physically slow. old people walked slow, drove slow, talked slow, bathed slow, there probably wasn’t a thing they did fast or at normal speed. zane just never got along with old people, his grandmother was the only worth getting to know. she wasn’t your typical old person and she kept her opinion to herself when it wasn’t needed or asked for. other old people speak their mind and get on everyone’s nerves, besides the fact they think someone gives a shit what they think. he wondered if people ever actually helped old people across the street or had that just been in movies or something. zane knew for sure he wouldn’t get out of his car to help.

his grandmother on his mother’s side was the only adult he got along with. and maybe the random people at the stores but technically they weren’t getting along. he never spoke to them unless they asked if he was ‘that guy from imsb,’ or something but he was usually very sarcastic towards them so that wouldn’t be getting along. his grandmother was probably the only person who would ever understand him completely, maybe his two brothers but that’s it. they were only the people he’d consider, really close to him. he had friends just not that many close friends. it wasn’t that people didn’t want to get close to him, he just wouldn’t let them. his trust issues overcame him sometimes so he wouldn’t allow anyone to become close friends with him. he has best friends just not close friends. he needed to loosen up a little or at least that’s what everyone would tell him. the people who didn’t have trust issues like he did were basically setting themselves up for hurt one day. if you trust everyone then someone is bound to hurt you, you have to be wary of that.

maybe zane was just too cautious because people never usually thought of that but if people did they wouldn’t be setting themselves up for heart break. friends even if you trust them to the fullest, they can still backstab, unintentionally. maybe zane was just so set on that people would hurt him like his parents did. maybe that’s why he thought about it so much and didn’t trust many people. if you had his trust than that really meant something, maybe not to the person he trusted but it should have. maybe it was time for him to get over it and start trusting people a bit easier, oh no, it wasn’t that easy. it’s easier said than done, especially with him. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to trust someone, it just took forever until he let himself. experiences sometimes change a person completely. for instance if you ever got raped by someone you probably wouldn’t like someone grabbing you tightly or you probably wouldn’t like being alone in a room with one other person you didn’t know well. life changing events changed people forever, some people who never be the same again. it’s sad what life does to a person.

zane chewed on his bottom lip and thought about what he’d do later, he’d probably end up going somewhere. to a night club or something but he really didn’t know because he didn’t feel like hooking up or having a hangover tomorrow morning. he’d rather just wake up without feeling like shit. though was infamous for always bringing back someone to the bus or being drunk, he thought he’d stop doing that. he really didn’t want to catch some disease or something and if he was drunk, he was sure to hook up with anyone. he smirked when she pointed to her tongue where she was going to get her tongue pierced, though tongue piercings looked like they hurt a lot. they really don’t hurt as much as it looks, “how was the party, and tongue piercings don’t hurt, so if you’re expecting it to hurt, don’t," tongue piercings only felt like a pinch and that was it. it didn’t hurt until after it was over, which seemed the case with a lot of piercings. when she spoke again he laughed, “okay,”

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[*MADISON RILEY BURTON!]

stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective

madison had always been a big fan of tattoos and piercings. her parents, not so much. they’d mostly been afraid she would go out and get a million tattoos if they ever seemed to approve of it. piercings, they knew they could take out, but did dislike them. they preferred the more normal looking people. they weren’t happy at all when madison had dyed her hair pink, but they let her keep it. they figured it was a short phase and she’d be over it in a couple weeks. they were wrong. her hair had been pink for a two years, and madison showed no signs of wanting to change it. maybe add a little extra color in, but nothing else. she knew once they saw the barbell in her tongue though, they’d get pretty upset. unless they happened to not notice. that was plausible, seeing as it’d be in her mouth. she’d know how to talk correctly with it in by the next time she saw them, so the seventeen year old didn’t worry. and to beat the consent laws, if there were any, a fake id was stashed inside her purse.

madison may not have seemed like the type to carry around a fake id, but she did. it was mostly for these types of situations, and getting into clubs. they weren’t common though. coming into a tattoo parlor happened a lot, but obviously not the tattooing or piercing. and madi didn’t like clubbing or drinking in public all that much. the girl felt a lot more comfortable to be on someone’s bus with friends while drinking. most of that was because it was still illegal for her. though madison didn’t really care about underage drinking, in public she felt it was risky. the consequences had to be pretty bad. if you were in your own bus though, and behaving, how could a cop find you? it seemed rather impossible. not completely, but close. you were behaving, and they had no reason to question you. some police officers were jerks though, and they could do that. madison had come in contact with plenty of jerky police officers. it was usually for loitering, because her and her friends had a habit of doing that when they were walking around town or the mall or somewhere where it was frowned upon. it didn’t make sense, because as long as you weren’t harassing people, why did it matter where you stood?

laws weren’t a favorite of madison’s, but she abided by them. it wouldn’t be surprising to hear the young girl complaining about how unfair they were, and how they made no sense. like freedom of speech and the like. you couldn’t say or print whatever you wanted. one problem was censorship. that bugged her a lot, especially since she worked with musicians. hearing their work censored because of a few laws was totally lame. kids were going to hear the words anyway, so why ruin a perfectly good song? art too. she understood the more sexual things, but simply a naked person did not need to be covered up if it was artistic. it wasn’t some foreign and weird thing. everyone had a body, and everyone would look like that someday. there was nothing disgusting about it. not everyone liked to look at naked people, but they didn’t all have to look at the art. it was a horrible way to limit people’s creativity, or ruin the happiness the fame of their art brought. people just wanted their things to be appreciated for what they actually were.

it was good that madison didn’t have more power in her job, or things might not wind up good. her temper was not so great, and if anyone pissed her off, it wouldn’t end well. though, zane had a bit of a temper, and him getting mad at people hadn’t seemed to mess anything up ever. it could’ve just been the fact that he was the rockstar though. everyone seemed to respect the rockstar, whether the demands were crazy or not. usually it was that if the fame went to your head, your demands were insane. if you didn’t let the fame take over your life, you were completely chill. most of the people madi knew were still pretty chill. that was why they were still friends, clearly. the pink haired girl had no tolerance for arrogance or ignorance. arrogance was annoying, and people usually didn’t have a god reason to be proud of themselves. most arrogant people had the attitude because their family members had money and they had some too. ignorance was never justified either, and she didn’t understand why people carried this trait. it was extremely undesirable, in the girl’s opinion.

she heard a tattoo needle buzzing, probably the guy getting ready for zane. or someone else getting one done. it looked like they could fit a couple people in at once. the amount of people working probably affected that though. they couldn’t fit four people in at once if only three were working. anyway, they had to have enough for two people to be helped at once. “the party was okay, nothing special. i don’t even know who was throwing it, to be honest,” madi replied with a bit of a laugh. an invite was all she needed to go to a party. dressing up was fun. “nah, i’m not really expecting it to hurt much. i want it really bad though. it’s gonna feel funny at first though. probably.” it was better to leave her answer at that than start to ramble. it would’ve happened, since she was getting excited. the guy came back for zane, and madison followed as they headed to the back room. this was exciting too. watching people get tattoos was fun.

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

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winter was something that always fascinated zane, he liked it more than any other season. because of the holidays and the snow and just the whole vibe of it. in high school and if they got enough snow than they’d have days off. in the other seasons, chances are you weren’t going to get a day off of school. the holidays were just another part of winter. he loves christmas mostly because that’s what he celebrated. though it wasn’t because of his religious background in fact, he’s atheist. usually you think christians celebrate christmas, jewish people celebrate hannukah and africans celebrate kwanza. but that wasn’t always the case, well it usually was. except agnostic people and atheists usually celebrated christmas if they celebrated any of the holidays at all. zane had grown up in a strict christian household and he was usually dragged off to church on sundays. he hated it and he dreaded it every sunday morning. he absolutely hated religion and never understood why people believed in some ‘god’ they’d never seen. he’d never understand it and he’d definitely never care to understand it.

speaking of the holidays, christmas had to be his favourite. to be blunt and honest, it was because he got gifts. he’d heard all those people say ‘because i get to be with the people i love the most,’ or ‘giving is better than receiving’. to him that was all bullshit and they were all lying because he knew to everyone and mostly everyone, christmas was about getting free gifts. something expensive that you didn’t have to pay for was free. but then again you had to buy gifts for other people but you could always be cheap and buy a stuffed animal or something. also people always seemed to be in a better mood around christmas and the holidays. zane’s mood rarely changed during the holidays but you could tell he wasn’t going to be so angered all the time. his mood lightened but that didn’t change any bit. holidays were always said to lighten up the moods of people and bring in a great vibe, you couldn’t say this about zane. zane would just always be such an angry person and that’d never change. not without help at least and too zane, he didn’t need help. he was fine the way he was and he’d never change for the world.

though people would definitely beg to differ, he didn’t care though. he really never cared what people thought about him. he loved his haters and surprisingly he didn’t seem to have many. a lot of people seemed to like him, as a person. he didn’t understand why though and he was greatly confused about it. it’s just some people caught him in a good mood sometimes and others didn’t. either that or he was provoked. no matter how people saw him and thought he was that guy that just yelled at everyone, that definitely wasn’t the case. he always was provoked or already angered. people always asked if he had anger management issues and that definitely wasn’t the case. you wouldn’t see him throwing around stuff having a tantrum like a three year old. he never punched walls or the such, he kept his anger inside until it just boiled over and he had to take it out on someone. this however wasn’t the best solution and he knew it but he didn’t have any control over that. his new solution is just isolating himself from people until he feels better. which happens to be working especially well as of lately.

some things about zane will never change, for instance he was probably never ever going to stop having sex. it was simply impossible for him, there were so many girls he’s sexually attracted to and it’d just be impossible to give that up for anything. until you have sex, you’ll never know the feeling it gives. though he’s had sex with multiple girls, he’s never felt that one of them could be the girl he’d spend the rest of his life with. maybe that was because he was a swinger and he didn’t see any girl fit for that position. maybe he’d meet her one day but as of yet, he hadn’t and as of right now he never thought he would. he felt like he would be searching for that someone forever, but then again he was still young and he couldn’t commit to her anyway. zane had never committed to anything in his life except for his band. and why did he need to commit to anything when he was only twenty years old? he had the rest of his life to commit to something and right now his only priority was his band and that’s all it’d ever be.

zane smirked when she spoke, “wow madison, that’s just sad. you got invited to a party and you didn’t know who threw it,” he shook his head jokingly. and zane wasn’t being a hypocrite he always knew who was throwing the party. whether you got an invitation through the mail, your email, or text, it always said who was throwing it. unless the party-thrower wanted to remain anonymous for some strange reason. “it is going to feel funny and when you talk you’re not going to be able to talk well, so i’ll be making fun of you,”

[/b] he warned her so she shouldn’t be surprised later when he’s laughing at her. as soon as he got to the back, he sat down in the chair, taking notice to who was going to be his tattooist. of course half the people in the back where tattooed and it usually was unusual if anyone who ever tattooed anyone was tattooless. it wasn’t usual and usually odd if that was the case. he looked at the guy when he asked what he wanted done, “i want the words ‘drowning in thoughts of you’ in script and i want it across my wrist.”[/b] the guy nodded and prepared his needles.

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[*MADISON RILEY BURTON!]

stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective

it actually was kind of difficult for madison to not get a tattoo. she had the money for one, and definitely the want, but her parents would kill her. that would really just kill the holiday cheer. and, well, they’d probably get really angry and kick her out. though madi was sure she could find someone else to live with, it would suck if her parents didn’t let the girl see her brother. he was the main reasons he stuck around the house. though the boy was three years younger than her, the teenager loved him. he understood her and they actually got along, which was seemingly rare for siblings with such an age difference in at this age. teenagers were supposed to not get along with anyone, but it didn’t hold true for madison. she was actually very nice to people she didn’t know and/or people she didn’t like. well, until they got her mad. her anger couldn’t really be compared to zane’s, but it was bad. no one usually got harmed, unless a fist fight was provoked. the pink haired girl was actually rather strong, even though she didn’t do anything. that was probably good, because she didn’t need people to start pressing assault charges.

madi hadn’t ever dealt with police firsthand. she’d seen her friends get into arguments with them, or seen people pulled over in the side of the road, but the girl herself had never actually talked to one for being in trouble. that was a good thing, because at seventeen, she didn’t need a record. it would make everything in life more complicated, like when looking for a job, and it just didn’t sit well with her. to be so young and have a criminal record was ridiculous. there were only so many things that were reasonable and illegal for a teenager to do. no teenager really needed to steal or kill someone. the only time it was somewhat okay was when there was some sort of mental disorder present. it was understandable if the person was a bit poorer than most, but not right. there are so many other ways to go about getting more money for yourself or your family. even a sucky job working at, say, mcdonald’s would help. madi knew if she wasn’t on this tour, she would probably have some mall job. this was an amazing alternative though, and she was glad to have it.

it was really actually kind of annoying when people heard you were on tour with a band. the realization meant you were instantly bombarded with questions about the band and the job. mostly the band. it was crazy how many things people wanted to know. someone had actually once asked what shampoo they used. it was insane. of course, madison didn’t know the answer to that question. they were her friends, she didn’t stalk them. if the girl were ever to know the answer to that, it would be because they asked her to pick them up some more, or it was lying around the bus. most likely the latter, since they usually ran their own errands out of boredom or made someone else that wasn’t her. madison didn’t like running other people’s errands much, especially when it involved going to a store. after a hard day selling merch, the last thing the seventeen year old wanted was to be surrounded with other people’s customers yelling at them like hers did. people were so rude.

madison was rarely ever rude to someone at a store when she went out. the girl knew the feeling of dealing with rude customers and didn’t wish to do that to anyone else. the worst was the young girls who were arrogant. they thought you were their servant, and absolutely had to have what they wanted. if you didn’t, they threw a hissy fit and verbally ripped your head off. those were the people who got madison angry, and it took all she had to not freak out at them. occasionally she did, and it definitely set some of them in their place. the other people around them, the polite ones, were scared. it was amusing to see that, because she really wouldn’t hurt a fly normally. the band knew that, and if they ever got a complaint about her, they understood where she was coming from. job security was a nice thing to have. it was cool to know you’d have the same job, one because everyone understood you and you were good, and because flying someone back before the end of the tour was difficult and costly.

madison giggled slightly at zane’s comment, explaining herself. “well, i was just invited. me and, uh, whatsername. you know, she sells merch too. i’m drawing a blank.” they weren’t really good friends, and madi often found herself forgetting the girl’s name. it wasn’t hard to do, there were a lot of people on tour. “i just know there were a lot of expensive things and a couple guys tried to put their hand up my dress.” they seemed like the type of people who wouldn’t do that, but probably did because of the alcohol they’d been drinking. you could definitely smell it on their breath. “one creepy guy asked me to go into the bathroom with him,” the girl added with a pout, acting as though she were sad and slightly scared for a second. her expression returned to normal while listening to her friend talk about tongue piercings. “thanks, jerk,” madison joked. “i heard it feels great when you’re kissing someone, so, sucks for youuuu.” she stuck her tongue out at him for a few seconds, making herself giggle. they walked into the back to get the tattoo done,and madi watched as they prepared the needles and zane explained what he wanted.

someone soon tapped her on the shoulder and asked her what she wanted, and they pulled her over to another chair to do the piercing. the guy wrapped her tongue in the napkin and marked the spot. handing her a mirror to show, madison nodded. in no time at all, she’d have her tongue pierced.

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

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after getting his tattoo he’d probably go get something from starbucks and then go back to the bus and sleep. he hadn’t had any caffeine today and though he planned to sleep after, it really wasn’t going to change anything. he needed a lot of caffeine to keep himself awake and a little starbucks wasn’t going to do it. he hadn’t had starbucks since the tour started, it was his favourite coffee shop and the drinks there were probably his favourite non-alcoholic drinks. they had such a variety and it almost always tasted good. he couldn’t pass up starbucks and he planned to go to sleep, mainly because he was exhausted from the previous night of partying and the gig. and with luck no one else would be on the tour so he could sleep pretty well, with luck that was. maybe if a few people were on the bus, he’d still be able to sleep but with the whole band on the bus, his chances were very slim. if his whole plan didn’t work out, he’d probably just watch a movie or something. though he’d really prefer to just go to sleep without any interference from his band members, he wanted peace and quiet when he got back.

he obviously would have to take a shower first, he’d most likely use up all the hot water and again with luck his band members wouldn’t be there or in need of a shower. because he wasn’t exactly in the mood to be bitched at, he was unusually in a good mood and he didn’t want it to be killed over him using up all the hot water. it’d come back the next day and it was no big deal besides, they probably didn’t take showers as frequently as they should. not saying they were messing people, which they were, but some of them would come back on the bus and crash. and they’d never make it to the shower so it shouldn’t be a big deal anyway. not like it should’ve been in the first place. to zane the tour bus should be a place of zen and for relaxation, there shouldn’t be any arguing or any of that. he should be able to go back to the bus after a hectic day performing and meeting the fans and be able to just relax. and that’s the way it usually was until someone did something wrong that bothered someone else than it just got bad from there.

and that’s why the he came to the parlor in the first place to get away from the drama. though apparently zane was known for causing drama, he didn’t like it nor did he appreciate it when he was involved in it in some form. so if something didn’t directly involve him, he wouldn’t become involved with it. he’d rather not have to deal with drama and the stress that it caused him. drama was pointless and not needed though it seemed to add life to some people’s lives. and anyone who directly caused drama was hungry for attention. to him it always seemed as if girls always caused drama, guys caused drama too but it wasn’t as frequently as girls. guys rarely fought over a girl while girls would almost willingly fight to the death for a guy. he didn’t understand it really but whatever, it was just what made the world go round. well not exactly but that’s what it seemed like. for instance if girls stopped fighting over guys, what would the world come to? or if guys actually fought over girls, before that ever happened hell would freeze over.

zane new he’d never fight over a girl in his life, there was plenty of girls out there for him. and if someone else wanted her that bad and they were willing to fight him for her, then she needed to be with him. because to that guy, she was worth a lot and chances were she’d treat her better than zane ever would. zane wasn’t a bad boyfriend or anything but it’d just be that he’d never committed to someone in his life. especially a relationship, he never cheated, surprisingly enough. but that didn’t stop his thoughts about having sex with other girls. relationships with him never lasted and he didn’t mind it because then he could be a swinger or rather known as a whore. he didn’t need to commit to anyone quite yet, he’d commit to the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. until then he didn’t need to. though being a swinger was nice and all, he’d like to have a relationship. and he had a few girls in mind which what he wanted. there was a chance he’d try to commit to someone, depending on how much he liked them.

he raised an eyebrow at madison when she couldn’t remember the merch girl who also sells merch who is probably around her a lot. the only crew member he could actually remember was madison and the manager. the roadies were just some names he never cared to learn and why should he. they didn’t do anything but follow the band around and support them. it was great but they weren’t really that special. “tsk tsk,” he shook his head when she spoke. the next thing didn’t quite shock him at all, he kind of expected it from people who drank alcohol. “that’s not unusual,” and neither was the next thing she said. “the bathroom isn’t much of a pleasant place for doing what he had in mind,”

[/b] who’d want to makeout or have sex in the bathroom. even when cleaned properly it wasn’t the best place to do those type of things unless you don’t think of what goes on in a bathroom. that usually just kills the mood for everything. her remark about how it felt when someone was kissing you, he grinned. “well i have a tongue ring and it feels great when i kiss people, so ha,”[/b] he jokingly laughed and smiled.

he sat in the chair getting a bit impatient because he just wanted it to be over and done with. he wasn’t in a rush and he really didn’t expect it to hurt but he still wanted it to be done, so he could leave and go lay down in the comfort of his bunk. the guy took the needle and starts pressing it to make it buzz a little and he took zane’s arm and stretched it out. then the guy went back to putting his gloves on and then he put the needle to zane’s arm and started with the first letter. zane stared at his own arm making sure the guy did it exactly how he wanted it. there was no room for screwing up considering it would be there for a long time and he didn’t want to start over with it.
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[*MADISON RILEY BURTON!]

stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective

all madison could think about at the current moment was that she’d have her tongue pierced soon. it excited her greatly. in a way she felt defiant, knowing her parents never would have allowed her to do such a thing, and she was doing it without them knowing. the only problem that could pop up would be talking to them on the phone. they called her at least once a day, and her impaired speech would make them ask a lot of questions. they’d worry if she was high, or wasted, or if she’d gotten into a fight. they worried a bit too much, in madi’s opinion. the girl was smart, and knew how to talk care of herself. they knew better than to expect her to go wild while she was away from home. if she’d really wanted to, the teenager would’ve done that at home. it was easy enough to. they believed her every word, and though she didn’t lie, they would have believed any one she thought up. madison knew the right words to say to them. didn’t every kid know how to manipulate their parents though? it was a skill you developed as you grew up. some kids just did better at building it than others.

madison was pretty good at manipulating other people too. not amazing, but she knew enough. guilt was an incredible thing. it could break down the toughest people in a matter of minutes. it wasn’t so great though. you felt guilty for guilting people into stuff. at least the seventeen year old did. the small things were all right, but the bigger ones were bound to get you in the end. blackmailing was fun too, but very dangerous. and oftentimes she didn’t have enough secrets on the person to get them to do things. some of the friends the pink haired girl had just didn’t have interesting secrets. hers weren’t all that interesting either. the biggest one was still being in love with her ex. they hadn’t done any scandalous things, not that she could think of anyway. if anything had really happened it would have been under the influence of alcohol and left her with no recollection. that was doubtful though, and no one here would know anything about madi and her ex. it happened at home and anyone who knew anything was her friend.

losing a friend would be pretty sucky for madison. she depended on them a lot, and it hurt her to lose one. no matter who was at fault or what the reason was, one less friend meant the girl was going to be a bit depressed for a while. if she was in her depressive state, your best bet was to stay away. her mood would be foul, and any annoyance would result in being bitched out. or possibly starting a venting session. it would most definitely end in tears, and you wishing you hadn’t said anything to her. most people just avoided her when they knew madi was depressed, unless they wanted to be her shoulder to cry on. she found that most people didn’t like to do that, mainly because you’d never get her to shut up and if you were someone the girl wanted to vent to, odds were you knew everything already. the teenager was an open book with friends, anything you wanted to know, she’d tell you. well, as long as she knew you wouldn’t go telling it all to someone who couldn’t be trusted. madison was slightly paranoid of that happening, but it was unlikely.

so far though, the girl didn’t have many enemies. it was probably because she’d yet to lose her temper. madison knew it’d happen sooner or later, hopefully later. it could make things weird, possibly land someone in the hospital. the pink haired girl had never gotten into a bad fight, but it had gotten to the point where there was slapping. someone else had intervened before it got any further though. that was good. there was no need to send anyone to the hospital over the stupid things that usually upset her. most often it was just a stupid comment someone made while madi was in a bad mood, and it set her so close to the edge it was ridiculous. people were actually shocked at how angry she got at things. there was no need for it, but the girl unfortunately couldn’t help it. no one else in her immediate family had the temper, so it really was confusing as to how she got it. it could’ve been worse though, which was the phrase she often found herself telling people, and herself.

madi was actually surprised she couldn’t remember the girl’s name, it wasn’t often her memory failed like that. either way, she knew what the person looked like and could bullshit her way through a conversation with them. she was fairly good at lying and could pull it off every once in a while. she shrugged at his reply, and listened to his next words. “well, that was the first time it’s ever happened to me. guys usually don’t come on to me that strongly.” they usually didn’t, but they usually knew she was only seventeen. “yeah, i know. bathrooms are so gross.” she was one of those girls that liked things to be clean. not a germaphobe, but madi did dislike germs and dirty places and things. not being sick was something she liked, since being sick sucked majorly. “to be honest, i don’t notice a difference. maybe i’m just crazy,” the girl said with a shrug. it could’ve just been that she was used to it and hadn’t kissed someone without one in a while. it had been a while since she’d been with her ex, and zane was basically the only one she’d kissed lately. madison was probably the only girl that he’d kissed and hadn’t slept with. she just wasn’t into that, and, well, being seventeen wasn’t such a good quality. if anything happened, it could be considered rape.

it was quite obvious her piercing would be over before his tattoo. the piercing took seconds; the tattoo would probably take a good bit of time. madison held her tongue out as the guy prepped the needle, listening to the buzz of tattoo needles that were going into zane’s wrist. in fact, the girl was listening so intently that she was distracted by the needle going through her tongue. it didn’t hurt too bad, and it did feel a bit weird. the piercer finished putting the barbell in, madison getting used to the thing in her tongue. it would take a little while. finally being able to close her mouth, the girl focused on it for a second and the feeling. it hurt a little, but that was it. she paid the guy, a price which seemed a little steep, then walked back over to where zane was. she’d keep the talking to a minimum for now.

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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zane’s stress level had been increasing lately, mostly because of all the drama that had been going on with his sister and some girl he still didn’t know the name of. he wondered why his sister was such a target, it had to be something about her that everyone seemed to hate. he couldn’t figure it out obviously because he saw nothing wrong with her. it wasn’t like she went out and had sex with everyone’s potential boyfriend or maybe she did but he doubted that highly. the only thing rather than getting drunk that relieved stress was getting a tattoo. the pain wasn’t bad but the buzzing of the needle calmed him and also the constant needle pricks as well. that’s why he chose to come to the parlor then go to the mall or starbucks. and even when getting a tattoo did hurt, like when you got in your fingers or your neck, he still liked the pain. it was weird to say he liked the pain but he honestly did, he didn’t know why but he did. it calmed him and there’s nothing like the pain of getting a tattoo, especially if it was worth it for the tattoo you so desired.

regrets, everyone has them. some more than others. zane had many but not for what you may think. you’d think he’d regret being his parents son, he did but if he hadn’t been their son, he wouldn’t be here today. he wouldn’t be zane alexander tyson, he’d probably be some nerd name felix, who was too into his studies. he’d probably be some big time scientist or something but there was nothing like being the lead vocalist and the guitar for i make scenes burn. people always thought he’d let the fame go to his head but it never did. he sometimes even ignored the fame, he sometimes didn’t even like the fame. being famous had its ups and it also had its downs. there was nothing particularly special about being famous. everyone knew who you were but then again you’d like to have some privacy that you couldn’t have. touring was thrilling and it was a privilege, he knew half the bands that were on the same tour, thought it was a right. it was most definitely a privilege, the tour managers and staff choose these bands because they wanted them to sponsor them, they didn’t have to pick any of them.

he’d seen a lot of people let the fame go to their heads, he really had. they all acted like they were the best around when truly they’d just later crash and burn and sell out. and he’d be there, oh he wouldn’t miss it for the world. karma was a bitch and it’d blow up in their face sooner or later. everyone who fucked with his sister would be there and storm would have the last laugh. oh he couldn’t wait for that day but until then he’d just kick back, watch and wait. though zane was obviously famous he hated being the center of attention, not because he was shy or anything. but because if he was the center of attention it was usually something negative. either he’d have two girls fighting over him, which he hated because if something happened he’d have to choose. but if that came, then he’d choose neither. he hated choosing between people, because you never know who you were losing. well you did but losing someone is never worth anything unless that person was a bad influence on you. then you could let them go but letting go two people you knew well, sucked.

he’d done it many times before but it was always for the better. but one thing was for sure, he’d never choose between two girls who were fighting for his love. he’d let them both go without any problem unless they were two of his good friends. oh, he hoped that day would never come. because chances were he wouldn’t know what to do and it wasn’t like he could choose between two girls who meant something to him. but perhaps he’d never have to deal with that issue or maybe he would, he really hoped not. life seemed so complicated sometimes, way more complicated than it should be. but no one ever said life had to be easy, it’d be more convienent that way but it wasn’t possible. if life was so easy then everyone would be the same, everyone would always be happy. world peace would be possible, though nice, that’d be very strange and it was impossible. imagine the world where no one ever hated anyone, where no one ever fought or killed someone, where jealousy and envy wasn’t in existence. that was just impossible, everyone would be basically the same.

the world would just end if world peace every came around, it really would. there was no way life could function normally without people murdering each other and blowing up each other or even fighting each other. people nowadays were used to people hearing about all the murders and deaths happening, they’d just be flabbergasted if one day, there wasn’t such thing as murder anymore. school wouldn’t be fun for the kids because they wouldn’t be watching any fights, school wouldn’t be as interesting as it was. his attention turned back to madison, “probably because the guy was drunk, and most of the guys are over eighteen. while you’re still seventeen so they don’t want to become a pedophile over a girl. you’re such a juvenile,”

[/b] he joked but she was. she was young and still in high school. well she was finishing her senior year, therefore she was a juvenile. he would’ve called her a child but he wasn’t sure how she’d respond to that. maybe she hated being called a child and she’d find the nearest blunt object and beat him over the head with it. that was the last thing he wanted. he nodded at her reply and narrowed his eyes at her when she spoke. “maybe you’ve been kissing too many guys to notice,”[/b] he wasn’t calling her a slut she was too innocent for that.

the buzzing of the needle continued along with the constant needle pricks in his wrist. there wasn’t much pain or maybe there was and he just wasn’t paying attention to it. or maybe it was because he liked the pain and couldn’t feel it, that wasn’t very rational but it was possible. when she returned a smirk filled his face. he couldn’t wait to make fun of her, he’d have a ball with it. the tattooist went a bit deep with the needle and he groaned a little but not loudly. it didn’t hurt, it just felt weird, the tattooist wiped off some of the ink and h had the first word done. he wanted it to be over so he could go to starbucks then he could sleep. but the tattooist was making it perfect and it was a good thing. he’d seen some of them rush through it and it’d end bad, and they’d misspelt one of the words. luckily, zane’s tattooist was paying attention to what he was doing and making sure he did ever word carefully.

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[*MADISON RILEY BURTON!]

stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective

madison kind of wondered what zane’s reaction would be if the tattoo artist messed up. she didn’t want it to happen, but it would be interesting if he did. no, actually, it wouldn’t. she didn’t wish the wrath of zane upon anyone. it was bad, and it would probably end up with the tattoo needles in the artist’s neck. maybe not. someone would be hurt though, and madison would be a witness. hello, assault charges. so instead of thinking about everything that could happen if it was done wrong, she began thinking of how it would turn out done right. it would be a cool tattoo for him, but not one she’d get. though the girl was dying for a tattoo, it had to have a meaning. one or two might be just because they looked cool, but madi didn’t want something she’d regret. or something that would look really stupid when she was older.

the teenager didn’t exactly expect to become a normal adult though. it didn’t seem like anytime soon she’d lose her interest in abnormal hair colors and looking overall different. blending in was boring, and it was a shame people felt the need to do so because they were getting older. who said you had to conform just because life was progressing? holding a normal job wasn’t in madison’s future, or so she hoped. a desk job would just kill her, especially if they had strict rules about appearances and conduct. she could never act normal and professional for longer than maybe a day. being too serious was boring. being on tour was her ideal career, though she knew she had to do more than sell merch. it really wasn’t the best job in the world. madi had no musical talent, so unfortunately being a musician wasn’t a possibility. hayden could always teach her how to do hair. that would be a really interesting job, and if she opened her own place, no one could tell her how to dress or look. it was a pretty perfect plan, aside from not knowing how to do hair.

madison wasn’t even out of high school yet, so she knew that plan had to be put off. high school was important if she wanted to do anything else besides sell merch. there really wasn’t that much left to do, actually. she was ahead of schedule, since the girl usually did work whenever she wasn’t busy with anything, even on weekends. it was helping out a lot, even though she felt like a nerd whenever she was doing schoolwork and everyone was out having fun. dropping out would be the stupidest thing for her to do though, especially with graduation so close. then, once she graduated, probably starting that night, madi would just go out and have fun all the time. until it became sickening. the pink haired girl hoped to never get as bad as some of the people on tour, who went out and got completely shitfaced every night, only to wake up on the bathroom floor the next morning. that was when you knew you had a problem, but most people didn’t want to address it. rehab would probably be torture for them. not having to do much for yourself would be pretty sweet though.

“hey, i’m gonna be eighteen in a couple months. i’m not that juvenile.” it was said as more of a joke, obviously no offense taken. it was true that her birthday was in a couple months though. that was another day she couldn’t wait for, mostly because it would mean she was in total control of herself. her parents would have no say over what she did, and they couldn’t boss her around. this almost was like being on her own though, because they weren’t on the tour with her telling her what to do. if they were on tour, they probably wouldn’t be too happy with all of her decisions. friends with benefits weren’t so acceptable in their eyes. “not quite. i’ve only kissed one guy recently, and i’m sure you can guess who.” zane was her only friend with benefits, and she wanted to keep it that way. fooling around was fine, but when it was with a bunch of people, you qualified for a whore. in madison’s opinion, anyway.

his tattoo seemed to be going well, and madi still didn’t want to talk. it would sound so weird. sticking her tongue out, the girl looked down at the new piercing as best she could, feeling the slight pain. it was still basically an open wound, so it would hurt. the teenager kept her tongue in her mouth for a minute before deciding to say something. silences were kind of awkward for her. “i sound funny,” she whined slightly with a bit of a laugh. it sounded like she had something in her mouth to complicate her talking. the taunting was just something madison would have to put up with to avoid a silence. zane did it all the time, so it wouldn’t be too different than usual. this would just last a bit longer than usual, since her tongue would be swollen for a little while, and talking would take some getting used to.

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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zane honestly didn’t know what he was going to do after his career was over. obviously his band was only going to be popular for the decade or so then perhaps it’d get old. he had gone to high school and got his diploma so he could end up going to college if he wanted to do something that would require a degree in something. and lately almost everything required a degree which sucked because he’d eventually, no matter what would have to go to college. and schooling wasn’t exactly his forte, not because he didn’t do well, it was the whole waking up early and the homework. he didn’t enjoy sitting in a class and getting lectured either but he’d have to deal with it especially in college. a lot of the things in college were lectures more than hands-on, usually depending on your major. that was the thing, he really didn’t know what he wanted to do. maybe he’d go an art school and major in acting or something. because anything that included extensive studying and even graduate school was just too much. but the money paid off in the end though zane could care less about the money. he just wanted something easy.

when zane was thirty he was sure his band would be over and done with but maybe they would last longer than ten years. all he knew was he couldn’t do that all his life, he’d eventually have to do something else. he’d soon find someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with but he didn’t really expect to find that person on the tour. he wondered exactly how long the tour lasted, he had been on short tours that only lasted a few weeks in a month and he had been on tours that almost lasted the whole year. he’d have to ask his manager that or he could just find one of the tour staff and ask them but he didn’t really want to do that. he’d just ask his manager he was sure she knew the answer to that and if not then he’d have to resort to asking the tour staff. wherever they might be, he wasn’t going to go searching for them. he didn’t need to know but he wanted to know, he wasn’t going to die if he didn’t find out when the tour ended. he’d find out sooner or later on his own if all else failed. plus it wasn’t that important. the tour would end when the tour would end.

lately though the tour had been a bit boring, nothing exciting had happen at least not where he was. maybe there was some other exciting things happening with other bands but that was a different story for him. he hadn’t seen anything interesting or worth anything and the gossip was getting lame, nothing worth reading. maybe nothing had truly been happening, just like he saw it or maybe everything was in secret or something. the other bands probably were doing other things he didn’t know about because he was in a different band. or maybe the tour was as boring to him. zane was hard to please so it was understandable. he was never satisfied with anything, never. no girl could satisfy him, no record deal or reward would ever please him. he was just too hard to please so people didn’t usually try to. you may say he was ungrateful but it was deeper than that. he was grateful, he was, he just was never completely content with anything. they could sell out of merch in a day and he would be pessimistic and say they could’ve sold out faster but he wouldn’t actually say it. he wasn’t stuck up or anything, nor was he ever spoiled.

zane was never spoiled so it wasn’t like he just was used to getting better things. if he was always happy with something and didn’t do anything to improve, he wouldn’t be here. he thought there was something that always needed improving, including his guitar skills and his vocals. he still took vocal lessons when he was back at home and not touring so he wouldn’t lose his voice or ruin his vocal chords. because then he’d have to get some surgery and chances were he’d never be able to sing again and his band would move on. the thought of it made him cringe a little and the artist told him to stay still, he hadn’t realized that he had actually cringed. he hoped his band mates always stayed loyal to him, he didn’t want the band to break up, ever. chances were zane wasn’t going to leave but someone would and they’d lose a valuable person. he didn’t want to have to be searching for someone to fill the position. and he hoped it wouldn’t get bad for him either because zane would leave if things got really bad. he didn’t stick around if he didn’t have to and even for the band, he wasn’t going to be in a band were he didn’t trust them. he could easily find a band that needed him and wanted him and they’d be loyal to him.

he’d seen it so many times with a bunch of bands, kicking out people was no fun but sometimes you had to do it. and backstabbing was a major thing with bands, loyalty usually lacked. his band however seemed very loyal to him but he didn’t know exactly how loyal they were. he didn’t trust them though, it was hard for him to trust them. he didn’t want to trust them either because he didn’t want to get backstabbed one day. it’d hurt and he knew it would. “when is your birthday anyway?” she was still underage and the day she turned eighteen she’d be legal. until then her parents owned her basically and she almost had to do anything they wanted her to do. but when she turned eighteen she’d be free. zane had been in the legal age for two years already, he’d been a junior while she was a freshman in high school. obviously they hadn’t gone to the same school. “hm, would that be me?” he knew it was him because madison didn’t exactly kiss a bunch of guys or anything. she was innocent in his mind in the sexual way. but she could be a very violent person especially if it dealt with her precious baby, micah. the way he saw it, she’d murder someone for that cat.

that artist was getting very close to done and he knew he’d be done in no time, which made him excited but of course it didn’t show. he wasn’t much for showing his emotions until it was rage or something. he had no problem showing that or affection, he was romantic when he was in a relationship. though many would beg to differ. when madison spoke he laughed, “you sound like you have something in your mouth,”

[/b] he smirked, he wasn’t thinking dirty but it could go either way, depending on how you took it. as he thought about it, she did have something in her mouth about an inch and a half of a barbell in there that was bigger, she’d have to downsize eventually. the artist then finished with his tattoo and wiped off all the excessive ink off zane’s arm. the artist didn’t waste time instructing zane how to care for it seeing that he had a few other tattoos and it was obvious he’d know how to take care of it.

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[*MADISON RILEY BURTON!]

stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective

with the way it was going so far, madi decided that she really didn’t want tour to end. yeah, being away from home was weird, but it was so much fun. you met cool people in the places the tour stopped, and there were awesome people on tour. it was almost like some camp. you were away from home, you were sleeping in bunks, and a lot of your good friends were with you. actually, it was better than a camp. the girl had gone to one only one summer, and it wasn’t all it was hyped up to be. that could’ve been from her lack of friends there, but still, it was kind of lame. that was why madison had only gone one summer, and didn’t ask to go again. it was much better just sitting at home and watching her brother, or just getting a job. the girl had only held one aside from this, and that was working at a target. not her idea of a good time. they’d decided to move her to shipping when her hair was dyed pink, and that was when madison quit. it was such a stupid thing to do.

stupidity was generally everywhere though. like one time, when madison was talking to an acquaintance, she mentioned that she’d be going on tour soon. they instantly asked who she slept with in the band. maybe a question to ask someone else, but not madi. most everyone knew she wasn’t a whore, and you could definitely tell by the way she dressed. the girl definitely didn’t put out either. most people who met her probably assumed she’d only ever kissed someone. that wasn’t true, but it really would have been better if it was. sometimes the girl wondered what her life would be like if her ex had been cut out altogether. it could’ve been great, or it could have sucked. if it was great, madi could have found another boyfriend and stayed with him, or had fun playing the field. or, if it sucked, she could’ve never found a boyfriend and would be lonely. she might’ve never gone on tour either.

continuing to go to a real high school would have killed her though. her ex was there, and facing him would’ve been a really hard thing to do. they probably wouldn’t have talked, but he’d have been there. madison could’ve pictured confrontation, and her definitely getting suspended for fighting. yeah, the teenager loved him, but he made her so angry too. that was one reason a distraction was definitely needed. thinking of that part of her life brought up so many feelings that her reaction to things was pretty unpredictable. it was better to not do anything drastic. it was easy to cheer her up though, so anyone could pull her out of that funk. cheering people up was something madison herself was relatively good at. it didn’t take much for her to get people laughing, whether it was purposely or not. the girl had a tendency to make herself look like a bit of a fool while trying to make people feel better. it worked though, so it was worth it. madison didn’t like people to be sad. it definitely didn’t make things enjoyable, and being depressed didn’t seem too lovely. one of her friends at home had been clinically depressed, and it was actually a scary thing. the girl had been suicidal for a bit, and madison had taken it upon herself to basically check up on the girl and make sure she was okay. hopefully another situation like that wouldn’t come up.

her eighteenth birthday would be one of the best days of her life. madi would be able to finally make decisions for herself and be responsible for herself. it’d be so wonderful. this last year felt like forever though. “my birthday is july 12. a little more than a couple months, but, still, not too long. i cannot wait.” living on her own would be the greatest thing ever. in an apartment though. living in a house would be too expensive, and she’d definitely be paranoid someone would break in and steal her stuff. money would definitely be an issue though, so her savings account would definitely be hard at work. “of course it is. unless i, like, sleepwalk and kiss people in my sleep. that’d be really awkward.” how she thought it up, madi didn’t know, but it really would be awkward. no one would kiss someone who was sleeping though, or so she assumed. that was just weird. there were some pretty weird people on this tour though.

zane’s tattoo was almost done, and it was looking pretty good so far. her mind was mostly preoccupied by her tongue, and the slight pain from it. it was all worth it though, for sure. it would look awesome. “i know. i sound so weird.” it sounded like she was whining, but madi really didn’t mind it too much now. it was annoying, but it wouldn’t last forever. swelling went down somewhat quickly, and healing was quick too. his tattoo was soon done, and that tattoo artist didn’t make any mistakes. it was good.

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