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[sophie gabriella welsh]

i know, i know

that everytime i speak she rolls her eyes and shakes her head

The long awaited tour had finally begun, and lead singer of Puka's Promise, Sophie Welsh was sitting on the tour bus, a pen in her mouth, a pencil in her hand, and a notebook out on the table, crumbled up balls of paper surrounding her work space. Her dark hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, as she worked vigorously, writing down words and phrases that sounded good together and held meaning, and figuring out rhythms in her mind. She kept a beat, tapping her thigh with her hand as she hummed softly to herself. She often woke up with these spontaneous creative moments, and today was one of those days. She had awoken with lyrics floating around in her head; it was just a matter of writing them down in ways that made sense. She had a muse today, to say the least.
Sophie simply could not wait for the first show. She got such an adrenaline rush from being up on stage, with her bandmates, microphone in hand, all grinning wildly as the crowd cheered when they walked onto stage, and applause growing louder as they struck the first chord. That was the moment when Sophie forgot about everything that gave her issues in the world, and she just lived in the moment, forgetting all of her problems with friends or relationships, or just problems in general, and became part of the song that she was singing. It was incredible, how music brought people together. She had the set-list planned out, and had worked out bits to say between each songs, when her other bandmates were adjusting their instruments or whatever they did inbetween songs. She was definitely well-prepared, and was ready to rock Boston, Massachusetts. She only hoped that they would get a good crowd, which was all any band could hope for. They were fairly young, and new to the scene, but they had a pretty good following back home.
Sighing, Sophie let the pen in her mouth fall to the ground, and she relaxed back in her seat. The dark-haired girl glanced around, wondering when her other bandmates were going to wake up. She had things that she needed to tell them. So, she was a bit of a control-freak when it came to planning shows, but it had to get done somehow, right? And if Sophie had to be the one to take charge and get things done, then she was all for it. That was what being the frontman (or woman) of a band was all about: being the leader. She loved to goof around as much as any other nineteen year-old girl, but she knew when she needed to be serious and get organized as well as any adult. This was her job at the moment, and she wanted to do it as well as she possibly could, while at the same time having a blast with the friends who she thought of as her family.
Sophie smiled, as she looked up at the ceiling. She had gotten to know this bus so well during the few days of travel. Puka's Promise had never gone on a tour as big as this one before, and she was unbelievably excited. She just really wished everyone else would get up and get going. She could barely even sleep last night, she was so excited to get started. She was like a little kid on Christmas Eve, waking her parents up every 10 minutes starting at 3 in the morning, until they finally gave in and realized that this kid wasn't going to let them sleep until they knew what Santa had brought them. Letting out a small sigh, Sophie relaxed back in her seat, bringing her legs up on the cushioned bench and sinking back against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment, and putting her notebook over her face.

tags;; Dalton
outfit;; here
lyrics;; the one, by big d and the kid's table
word count;; 670
other;; noope :]

[dalton zachary tencza]

dalton got up early that morning and got dressed, sure, sleep was great, but only if you can stay asleep. and this time, dalton just couldn't stay asleep. his phone kept going off and well, his bunk wasn't the most comfortable in the bus. nightmeres of devvyn came back into his mind. her body, dead, in the girls bathroom at her sleep away camp. that day still haunts him. that day when they found out and had to drive all the way to the camp to get her dead body. that image plays in dalton's mind all the time. the picture was in his head until he opened his eyes and found himself sweating and looking up at the cealing of his bunk breatheing heavily. he only hoped that he didn't wake any of his band mates, and by the looks of it, he didn't. good. he didn't want to be in deep shit if he did.

dalton quickly and nimbly got dressesd in the small bathroom in the back of the bus. it was great being in the bus, they were always in a van before this and it was always crammed and messy in there. it was great to have their own place for once. before they had their driver, manager, everyone in the band, plus occisonally the rare friend that rode along for a while until they flew back to their home town. dalton loved it back home, but he also loved it on the road. being with his best friends, even if most of them were girls, he still had a blast. the girls never took anything to heart and they were great people to be around. in a way they reminded dalton of his sister. but damn. he really has to get his mind off of devyn and onto a happier subject.

after getting dressed he grabbed a granola bar and headed out. fresh air would be good, especially when they had a big day ahead of them and after he was done he'd be sweating and out of breath. it was always so much fun to play up on stage. it always got dalton's mind off of everything else, well unless he was playing 'dev's song' but besides that, it was always so much fun. the whole band always got into it and even that, everyone watching always had a great time too. it was one of the best things and one of the biggest rewards to being appart of 'puka's promise'. sure, they were still fairly new to the scene of music and bands, and they still weren't a house hold name, they still had a great big and large fanbase and that fabase was surely getting bigger by the day. and he's just beginning to realize that. being on this tour is one thing that is making them realize how big the fans are getting. "who has actually heard of our band, puka's promise, before?!" they always ask at the end of each set at each show. and usually, more then a half of the people's hands show up in the air.

he walked down the lines of the buses where almost everyone was sleeping, and if a person wasn't sleeping they were most likely trying to be quiet while on the computer or on twitter, myspace, or facebook up dating. it was always fun, dalton knew, he was the one in the bad that practically updated their buzznet thing and myspace all the time. he and well the others, but he's usually the one with the video camera. he loves playing around with it. it was just fun, and even though now he knows everything and every feature the camera has he still plays with it, taking pictures at random times, and of random moments in the band's day.

he walked down the bus line and then back up it, and back into their own bus. it was about eight, someone had to be up. dispite the late night they had, with all of them unable to sleep, they usually didn't sleep any later then ten-thirty on a regular basis. walking in the first thing he saw was the sitting area to his right, hearest the front of the bus, and there he spotted someone in the band, he guessed sophie, but it could really have been anyone. though the papers around the figure gave it away. sophie. she woke up, possibly with muse for a song and wasn't sure how to put it into words. dalton knows. sophie is his song writing buddy. they always write their songs together, and dalton always found it more then fun to do. they would either spend hours on one song or fifteen minutes. and in that time span they might goof around and just have a great time. and maybe if they got the whole band up, finished the song, and everything else they might be able to pull strings and see how the fans like it as well. dalton loved that too. seeing the fan's reaction to an unexpected or new song. bliss. pure bliss that was.

he walked up the small steps and over to sophie, bent down the the closed-eyed girl who most likely didn't notice him and he said "sophie, sophie, sophie, does someone need a little help," the whisper he spoke in was soft and friendly and one he didn't usually use. it was rather sootheing and would just get sophie to open her eyes and look at dalton. "How long have you been up?" he asked as he took the seat across from sophie and on the other side of the small table they had that was usually cluttered with some sort of thing. surely, this band had one of the messiest busses on tour. but heck, give the band some slack, this was their first bus tour anyway, they were just getting used to their van, and now, thats going to take a while now that their practically used to the bus.

tagged sophie
status finished
outfit CLICKY
word count who cares.
listening to a little bit faster - there for tomorrow
credit templet, me, graphics, caution 2.0

[sophie gabriella welsh]

i know, i know

that everytime i speak she rolls her eyes and shakes her head

Sophie kept her eyes closed, tapping her pencil on the table as she tried to think of the right word. The notebook slid off of her face and onto her lap, and she left it there. Perhaps she'd be a bit more clear-minded if she had gotten more than 15 minutes of sleep the night before, but she'd have to work with it. She'd be fine, so long as she was awake enough to put on a good show. It always seemed like no matter how tired she was, as soon as she heard the crowd cheering she was awake, and more alive than she ever felt before. It was amazing what a little bit of adrenaline could do for a person. Sophie turned to the table, her eyes still closed as she rested her elbows on the table top and put her chin in her hands. Sophie, Sophie, Sophie. Does someone need a little help? Sophie jumped at the sound of her bandmate's voice, and instinctively reached a hand out and shoved his head in a playful, friendly kind of way, ruffling his hair a bit before he moved to the other bench..

Sophie opened her eyes and looked across the table at Puka's Promise's guitarist, Dalton. He'd been her best friend for God knows how many years now, and it always seemed like Dalton and Sophie were the ones writing the songs. Not that she minded. Quite the contrary, actually. If someone else had all of a sudden decided that they wanted to be the main song-writer, well, Sophie might have a bit of a problem with that idea. For as long as Puka's Promise had been around, Sophie had written the lyrics, and then Dalton had swung around and helped her put them to a tune. Everyone else, like Bobby, their bassist, had just sort of filled in. It worked, though, obviously, otherwise they wouldn't be where they were with the band today. They really were like her family, and they worked ridiculously well together. Even throughout all their goofing off, they still were serious about music, which Sophie loved.

Sophie smiled over at Dalton, as he asked how long she'd been up. She shrugged. She couldn't honestly remember how long she'd been awake, but she'd gotten out of bed about an hour ago, she figured. "Long enough. My mind's all filled with lyrics and junk, you ever get that?" Sophie asked, wondering if the other band members ever woke up with the biggest idea for a song, and just had to get it out. Maybe Dalton often woke up with a melody in his head, or an idea for a solo or something. Sophie woke up with poetry and lyrics in her head. The dark-haired girl tilted her head at the guitarist, wondering. Ever since the death of his sister, Sophie had seen a different side of Dalton. He didn't really talk about it at all, as much as Sophie had ensured him that she would listen if he wanted to. She didn't want to push him, though. It was a touchy subject, and she didn't want to upset him or have him mad at her to put even more strain on him, and the band. It was complicated, to say the least. Sophie wanted to help, though, as much as he would let her.

"I've been up for a while," Sophie shrugged, starring at the table covered in paper for a few seconds, before instantly perking up. "We should make pancakes!" she said, a bit too excitedly for so early in the morning. Just as Sophie had voiced her idea, she was up from the bench, and darted towards the kitchen area of the bus, having to climb on the counter top to reach the cabinets that had all their mixes and stuff in it. Sophie looked over at Dalton, a jug of pancake mix in her hand. She grinned widely at him, blushing slightly. She often had these random ideas, and just as often carried them out. The band was probably used to it by now, like whenever she'd be at practice and say, "Hey, let's switch instruments!" or "We should play this song backwards!"



tags;; Dalton =D
outfit;; here
lyrics;; the one, by big d and the kid's table
word count;; 800 some
other;; Weeee