I MAKE THEM GOOD GIRLS GO BAD ,

[tracekingston]

what on earth are you talking about!?

[/color] trace questioned as he stared blankly at a rather short girl who was pretty much screaming at him infront of his merch table. well, not his merch table but you know the merch table for the band he was in, so okay yeah, his merch table. Blinking quickly he clamped his jaw shut to keep from yelling back at the girl as she went on and on about how at the last stop on the tour trace had slept with her or made out with her or something, and promised that they would date and he would see her at the next stop which was currently the stop they were at. Trace however, failed to remember any of this and looked helplessly at his band mates for advice but they were all to busy laughing and pointing at him. Shaking his head he leaned down so he could see eye to eye with the girl, something he had to do most of the time with his six foot stature. listen, sweetheart, your adorable and everything, but i honestly dont remember saying any of that or making any promises or whatever you said i did. now, either get go make friends and get a picture with one of the other band members, or buy a shirt but PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME![/color] he finished, his voice raising somewhat loudly towards the end as he backed up from the girl shaking his head. Trace like yelling, okay, he absolutely adored it, just not when he was yelling at some random person, especially when the random person was a girl, even if they did deserve it. Beleive it or not, the kid did have some manners, some times. Watching the girl storm away to her group of friends trace sighed and rubbed his temples, closing his eyes for a moments as he listened to the mockery from the merch girls. Shaking his head he laughed and reached over, fluffing the girls hair because he knew how much she loathed it before paying attention to the next kid in line.

Trace loved the fans, he really did. And he tried to be as nice and talkative as he could and get to know each kid as fast as possibly that way it felt like he made a new friend and they wouldn't think he was a douche or anything and he actually was the nice person he claimed to be most of the time. Settling back into the motion of waving or shaking hands and bending over to take pictures with the waiting kids lightened his mood almost instantly. That and, he had a trusty red plastic cup in his hand filled with alcohol. Numnumnum. Pasing to take a drink he bent down to lean heads against a blonde girl that wanted a picture, smiling as he did so and laughing at one of her pick up lines she had been planning to use on him for weeks, according to her friends. sorry girls. unless your over eighteen i will not tell you my sign or the fact that i like long walks on the beach and ponies[/color] he joked, flashing a crooked grin for the picture. Straightening up and taking another drink from the cup, trace enjoyed the small buzz making itself known in his head as he bounced up and down, exchanging jokes with the bassist of the band as he noticed a rather large boy, man, man-boy? walking towards the booth. and it looked like he had a person. Getting ready to tell him it was nice he wanted to meet them so badly, but he really had to wait his turn because most of the kids had been standing there for a good fourty five minutes, he was greeted with a glare and aquestion about his identity, and why he was lying to his best friend. im sorry, wait what? whos your friend? as far as i know im not lying to anyone at the moment[/color] he spoke, head tilting to the side as he locked gazes with thegirl from earlier. fantastic.look man, im not lying! shes delusional, i didnt do anything with anyone last show night i swear on my hamsters grav-[/color] trace was cut off as he felt a sharp pain in his mouth and his vision blurred for a second.

Trace awoke with a sharp start, shooting upright in bed as the covers fell off him, vision blurry he put a hand to his mouth, which was currently throbbing, and pulled it away seeing blood. Sighing, he climbed out of bed, well, more like fell out of bed as ankles twisted with the sheets. failing, he crawled towards the bathroom and stood up, flicking on the light he frowned. tour hadnt even started yet and he was already having dream of getting punched out at the merch table. weirrrrrdd. Grabbing a white wash cloth he ran it under cold water and stuck it to his mouth, clearing away the blood and enjoying the coolness that washed over his lip. Yawning, he blinked and his vision cleared. Yep, same old lanky trace, dressed only in black boxers staring at himself in the mirror. it took him a moment to remember where he was, which was the four seasons hotel in beverly hills. god, that was so weird! beverly hills. not ohio anymore. and he was in a hotel, not his room. smirking, trace dropped the towel on the sink and walked out of the bathroom,stiffiling a yawn as he looked at the clock on his bedside table. one o'clock huh? seemed like the night before had taken a bigger toll on him then he had thought it would. Looking outside he noticed that it was a gorgeous day and, even though he could create insane amounts of mischief in his own hotel room, he figuered he might as well go down to the pool, as long as his head ache could stand it. hopefully it wouldnt be over run with a bunch of teenage girls. he, like most of the other kids on tour, was still getting use to life in the spot light and was personally amazed at how fast some of those girls could run. shit, did they teach that in gym class now instead of push ups?!

Shaking his head he walked over to his suit case and pulled out a pair of black and grey swim trunks and a white tank top that had seen better days. Pushing his feet into his favorite beat up flip flops he snatched his closest pair of sun glasses off the wardrobe and pushed them onto his thin face. Grabbing his sidekick he sauntered out of the door, letting it shut with a somewhat loud thud. oh well, everyone else was probably awake anyways. After exploring his floor and finding an elevator, and for some reason, one of his socks stuffed behind a plastic plant with a phone number written on it, he paused trying to remember just how shitty he had gotten the night before, but quickly stepping into the elevator, occupying his thoughts on his activites ahead of him and of course, if they were already serving beer down by the pool. Walking into the pool area he surveyed it with a small grin. it wasnt empty, but it wasnt packed. perfect amount of people in his opinion. Making his way towards the bar, he ordered a corona and headed over to a lounge chair near the water. Peeling off his shirt he collasped onto the chair, nursing his beer to his somewhat sore lip as he leaned back, enjoying the feel of the sun on his skin. Before long however, he was interrupted by water dripping on his stomach. what the heck![/color] he murmured, looking up to try and identify who was dripping water on him and why.

TAGGED:[/color] daappphhh! xD
WORD COUNT:[/color] one thousand three hundred and twenty!
LISTENING TO:[/color] cobra starship, if the title didn't already give it away.
NOTES:[/color] hungover and already drinking. what a trooper.
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[DAPHNE FAITH MCADAMS]

Daphne woke to an alarm clock blaring loudly across the room. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. SMASH. Daphne was never one for sudden wake ups.The alarm clock was now in peices on the floor far side of the room. She groaned, moving her right hand through her hair groggily. She was sure one of her band-mates had decided to set her alarm clock, knowing that it would probably wind up in peices. She figured when the hotel found out about the stupid alarm, she'd be in some kind of trouble. Destruction of property or whatever. Sure she had not really meant to break the stupid clock, but she did, and she would have to pay for it. She fell back against the soft comfortable pillows and sighed. She would have to get up soon, even if she did not really have any plans for the day. At some point, she knew, she and the rest of the members of Rake Of The Scooby Position would have to get together and practice for the concert, but that did not seem like it would happen today. Especially since she'd probably strangle them. She allowed her body to stretch as she tried to keep herself awake. Having already gone on a tour of hollywood the day before, today she would just relax, she told herself. Sit out by the pool, catch some raps and a few Z's, and definitely not exercise. No running today! Not if she could help it at least. She was tired of running away from crazed fans, and she wasn't nearly as popular as the other bands. She was thankful that she wasn't a guy, or else she'd be running away from screaming girls. Thinking about crazy fans made Daph wonder just how the others had dealt with this part of the rockstar life. Did they ever become use to it. If it wasn't fans then it was the paparazzi snapping photos at the most riduclous times and then putting some headline lie up top to sell magazines. Those maganizes would be the only news her family would get about her, because she was not talking to anyone who would call themselves her loving family. Not after they had lied for all those years.

Daphne shook her head to get her thoughts off of her family. She wouldn't think of them until after the tour, when she would go back home to deal with the issues. She hoped that the media did not catch wind of her family secret, she may not want to talk to them or about them, but she didn't want them to suffer the media's disapprovement. Daphne proped herself up and looked around the lonely hotel room. It was like a cold slap in the face about how lonely being on tour with many could really be. Sure she loved the members in the band, and was great friends with many people, but she missed home, she missed her old friends from high school who was always trying to have a party some where for no reason. They had always been up to something. She even missed Vickie, the girl who was only part of the group because she was dating some guy in the group. Vickie had been a bitch, but at least she was the type of bitch who'd stick up for you. Despite the bitchness, they had been pretty good friends. Then rockstar life called and Daphne couldn't resist the calls, she'd packed everything up and went. She didn't regret her decision, but she wished she had stayed in connact with her friends. There was always something going on in the music world though. Some bar to go to, another gig, fans to run away from. Moving from one city to another to gain popularity and more fans. It was almost exhausting, but she loved it. Well for the most part she loved it. It kept her busy, which took her mind off most things. Before she could get to comfortable in the bed, she shoved the covers off of her and threw her legs over the bed. Walking over to her window, she moved the curtains to allow the bright sun enterance into her room. Like everyt other day, it was beautiful out. She moved to the bathroom and ran a brush through her bedhead hair. It wasn't straight like she normally kept, and she had no plans to straighten it at the moment.

After all she was planning on going down to the pool. She walked back out into the room and went to her duffle bag to pull out the rather colorful swim suite she had thought to pack with her. Also pulling out a cover shirt with it, she moved to the bathroom again to get dressed. Her oversized shirt, bra, and underwear were off quickly as she shimmed into the swimming bottoms and pulled the top over her head, making sure that it was tide securely around her next. Very quick check of her reflection with the swim suite on to make sure it didn't make her look gross before she pulled on the tank top she would use as a dress-cover up for the short trip downstairs. She pulled on her bracelets, barely ever seen without some kind of braclet on her wrist, and hre rainbow colored, walmart brand, sunglasses. Moving back out to the room she began to pack her 'go green' bag with sunblock, her room key, and her towel. She would be hoping that the hotel wouldn't let fan crazies in, and that the pool area would be not crowded. Stopping only to shove her feet into her blue flip flops, Daphne left her room, making sure it wouldn't open with out the key. She moved to the elevator, if there were fans there, the back stairs probably wouldn't hide her from them. Besides, some of them might not even know who she is, and just waiting for one of the other people from one other bands on tour to come out. She secretly hoped that was the case. Just yesterday she had been running, and it had not been all that fun, except it was with Alex, and frankly, he was gorgous. Not something she would really share with anyone besides a girl friend who wasn't on tour. She'd be too afraid to tell anyone on tour about who she thought was hot, and who she thought was not.

She pushed the button for the ground floor and waited for the dropping sensation that would come from the elevator going down. When it stopped she quickly exited the doors as others entered. Toting her bag around, she arrived at the pool area. She thanked her lucky stars that there was hardly anyone out there. Why people were passing up a nice day to swim was beyond her, other than just wanting to see the rest of the city rather than staying within the hotel walls of course. Her first stop would be heading to the bar. She was not planning on buying alcohol though, but had heard the bar tender made a mean smoothie. Putting in her order then recieveing some odd minutes later, Daphne headed towards one of the many lounge chairs. She didn't notice the people out there immidately. Between taking her shirt off and squirting on sunblock, Daphne sucked down her smoothie. She had planned to make it last a bit up until she had tasted it, and just couldn't manage to put it down for very long. Putting the cup under her chair, she tied her hair up, well what bits of her hair that would go up anyways, and headed towards the pool. Without doing the pansy toe-dip, Daphne jumped in. The water wasn't cold, but it wasn't exactly the warmest water she'd ever jumped into. After all, she was from Flordia. After a few minutes in the pool, she swam to one of the ladders and pulled herself out. Her hair bow had been lost too her in the water, and after moving a bit from the poll, she shook her hair to make it not so flat against her face.

Hearing someone mutter something she couldn't really hear, she looked barely a few feet a way from where she stood to see someone she knew who was on the tour. She grinned. " Ah little early for drinkin' isn't it." She said in her southern accent plopping down into a lounge chair next to him. She hadn't looked at a clock before comeing down, but she figured it was five o'clock somewhere, and knew she'd be getting herself a beer here soon, even if she hadn't started with one when she had first come down. A nice cold one while soaking up the sun seemed to be the perfect solution to her almost homesickness. It was what she and her friends had done since their freshmen year of high school, when they were well underaged and knew it was against the law. It had been dangerously fun back then. And later, as people grew older, it just grew to be tradition.

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TAG: trrrraaaaccee!
music: as a blonde -selena gomez and the scene
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credit: isa the great at caution![/blockquote]