day after day after day {open

[spencer anthony james]

this thing's like some sort of race
INSTEAD OF WINNING WHAT I WANT
i'm sitting here in second place
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Spencer made his way down the street. It had taken him a while, but he was finally figuring things out. He was able to find his way around now, only getting lost once or twice instead of several times while he was out and about. And he didn't get lost at all on the way to his favorite little coffee shop on the corner. As a general rule, Spencer wasn't a huge coffee fan. He might have been by the time he left Boston, though. The stuff was clearly quite addicting. It was no wonder so many people in America needed their coffee fix every morning.

He made his way easily along the sidewalk, threading through the crowds with the ease of someone who was well acquainted with the cities, to threading through crowds and everything else that came with so many people in one place. He was dressed simply in a white teeshirt with a blue design that looked something like a phoenix. A pair of destroyed jeans covered his legs, and his usual DC's were worn upon his feet. Hands were shoved deep in his jeans pocket. The outline of his bilfold was visible in his back pocket. He kept his head tipped down slightly, fading into the background as usual. He was good at that. He had been working on the skill for years now.

You see, Spencer wasn't one of those people who liked to stand out. In fact, he loved nothing more than to go unnoticed. Unless he was on stage. And then it didn't matter. The rest of the world just kind of fell away. Nothing mattered when it was just him and his drums and the rest of the band and a roaring, screaming crowd. It was perhaps the most awing experience in the world. To know that that whole crowd was out there screaming and going crazy for you. Well, you and your band mates, but still. The rush of adrenaline, the awesome feeling deep in your stomach, it was all exactly the same.

He sighed as he pushed open the door to the coffee shop, slipping inside and stepping into the rather short line. He promptly decided he wanted something cold, something iced. When it was his turn, he ordered a vanilla frappucino. He stood around, staying out of the way, and grabbed it when it was set upon the counter. He meandered over to the littlet ables by the window, settling into one of them with more grace than most guys would have. Not feminine or anything, just...well, graceful.

Blue eyes wandered from person to person as they passed on the street, aimless, with no particular method to the madness. His eyes just traveled along. His thoughts wandered like his eyes, with no particular path, just wandering wherever they led. He was a very relaxed sort of person, not the kind that felt he needed to constantly try to reign in his thoughts. He just let them go as they wanted. It was the way he tended to go about things, too. He just went wherever the river flowed, let it carry him along in its wake. Little perturbed or bothered him. He was a relaxing sort of person to be around.

He couldn't help heaving a slight sigh. He was a little bored, but he didn't feel like getting up and wandering around the streets of Boston. Well, mostly he didn't like getting lost, so he decided to just stay put. One could never be too sure about what would happen. Maybe it would be something exciting and worth his while...

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[/color] OPEN!
Notes:[/color] It's not as long as I had hoped, but oh well, I guess....[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[KAYLURGH !]

A touch of poison seals my fate
the dawn echoes the night with my glory
the sun himself honors me

Kaycee finished getting ready as she placed the tan cap over her head and set out to walk around town, it was just one of those days where you couldn't relaly find anything else to do so you just walked around outside in the yard, except of course.. this was no yard, this was boston massachusetts, a rather large city, a city where one could get lost rather easily, or.. well a lot of different things to be honest, but of course that wasn't present in kaycee's mind, she would be just fine, she told herself plenty of times. and of course she would, what could be the worst that happened? i mean really.. it was just walking around town, she wouldn't get herself into too much trouble by walking into the 'wrong' parts of town, give her a little credit, she was a bit smarter than that.

Kayce smiled as sung to herself the lyrics of one of the bands song, one they had sang lately, she couldn't remember whose show it was, but their lyrics had certainly stuck themselves in her head, she liked the song, a lot actually. it was another reason she had wanted to come on tour to be honest, she wanted to discover more musicality, different types of music, and this was definitely the place to do just that, she smiled to herself as her pace quickened with the beat to the song she was currently resounding over and over in her head. with kaycee it was never the whole song, or the whole chorus for that matter, it was always just one phrase she just picked out to sing... over and over and over again. no lie, if she were to be singing to a person she would be told to go somewhere. but it was entertaining for her to be walking alone, so it would have to do.

as soon as she thought about it, she regretted leaving her iPod. well regardless, she had already walked too far to go back and get it, so she would have to just keep on singing that one song, she thought made her smile. it wasn't too long before she found the coffee shop, it wasn't too early in the morning but it wasn't too late either for some good coffee, Kaycee breathed in the air, checking to see if she could smeel it from here, and she could, the aroma of black coffee and frappaccino's floated in the air and just seemed to linger around her, the immediate response from her body: her stomach growling and the sudden taste for coffee, or anything sweet for the matter, Kaycee quickened her pace even more until she crossed the street and entered the little shop, a bell tinkling over her head as she entered.

The place was quaint, small but homey, nice, but old. she loved it immediately and figured just as soon as she thought about it that she was going to have to come here everyday, she absolutely adored the place. she greeted the barista and ordered herself a cup of coffee before taking it to her seat and sipping cautiously at it, careful not to burn her tongue, it mad eher tastebuds weird for like three or four days, she hated it. it wasn't too long before people started to file in the little shop, some taking their coffee to go and some sitting at a little table, Kaycee kept her eye on the door and watched as she saw a boy enter, he looked young and she could have sworn she had seen him before on tour, she probably had, she watched him order and grab his cup of coffee and sitting down at the table in front of her, his body facing towards her.

Curiosity got the best of her as some would say and it wasn't too long before she cleared her throat and looked up at him, Hi, uhm.. im not sure if you remember me very well, but i do believe i have met you before! she said smiling, and the more she looked the more she remembered him, she had met him before, and they had gotten along quite nicely, Spencer isn't it? she said his name popping up in her mind as soon as she gave it some thought.

[spencer anthony james]

this thing's like some sort of race
INSTEAD OF WINNING WHAT I WANT
i'm sitting here in second place
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Spencer's gaze wandered among the people as they strolled along the sidewalks. Well, some people strolled, others really kind of marched. Obviously they had places to go and people to see. Then some people just sort of well, strolled. Obviously they didn't have anywhere they needed to be anytime soon. It was funny how one could tell all these things just from watching a person walk by on the street. Not that that didn't sound kind of stalkerish. Okay, a lot stalkerish. He was just sitting there...watching people.

He jerked his gaze up as someone spoke to him. Obviously he'd been a bit zoned out, off in his own little world. He offered the girl a slightly shy smile as she said she was pretty sure she knew him. "Spencer, right?" He nodded slightly. "Uh, yeah" he responded softly, and laughed a little uncomfortably. Well that was brilliant, as if he had to think about his own name. He didn't, of course. He more just had to think about what he was saying. Or the fact that he was speaking to someone. You know what, whatever, he thought to himself. He wasn't even making sense anymore. "I'm sorry, I totally don't remember you" he said, his pale cheeks blushing deeply red. He always felt stupid when someone knew him and he didn't know them. Well, not stupid so much as just kind of guilty. He always felt like he should know them back.

He glanced at her, his cheeks still flushed that adorable red. "Um, care to sit down?" he asked a little awkwardly, motioning at the open chair across from him, on the other side of the table. He liked people, really. He just wasn't very good at talking them. Especially with new people. With his good friends and stuff he never had problems. He still tended to stay kind of quiet, but then it wasn't out of shyness. Just that he didn't usually have anything going on in his head that he felt was worth mentioning.

He couldn't help staring at her a little, finally managing to place her. "Oh, you're on tour, huh? Let's Get Dirty?" He laughed slightly. "Sorry, I'm a little slow" he said, shaking his head a bit, running his middle finger around the edge of the lid that sat on his coffee. It was a habit of his. He was always running his fingers around the tops of his glasses or cups or whatever.

Blue eyes scanned her face, finally deciding that she was pretty. She seemed like the kind of person he got along well with. Not that Spencer was mad about making assumptions or anything....He laughed a little to himself. He was horrible. Well, was it horrible to take in a first impression? That was really all that he was doing. And it was a good first impression anyway! Did that make it better? Was it bad if you had a bad first impression? He sighed a little. His thoughts were always going a mile a minute. It was slightly ridiculous. It was part of why he screened his words so much. Most of the time, what was going on in his head was completely stupid, and most definitely not worth saying out loud.

He glanced at her again, before letting his gaze slide out the window. He wondered to himself if she was the sort who felt a need to fill any lapse in the conversation or if she was okay with silence. Spencer himself didn't mind silence. He himself certainly didn't feel a need to fill them. He didn't feel awkward silences. But it didn't annoy him if someone else felt a need to keep the conversation going constantly. He just wondered to himself which sort she was.

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[/color] Kaycee!!
Notes:[/color] Finally completed...haha.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[kaycee lauren paige]

A touch of poison seals my fate
the dawn echoes the night with my glory
the sun himself honors me

the boy seemed like he was lost in thought, or just ignoring her, but she doubted that, she barely even knew the boy, he would have no reason to just plain out ignore her, regardless when she spoke to him it took him a while but he perked up soon after he realized he was being talked to, she smiled at his unawareness, No, no it's totally okay, i completely understand she said nodding for emphasis, sometimes i get so busy that i don't even know where I'm going sometimes she said rolling her eyes lightly, that place was a mad house when kaycee got busy, running around making sure everything was perfect and nothing was out of place so they could go ahead and get onstage, and especially making sure her synth sounded okay before she walked out on stage, yes that was partly the techs job but she didn't like to rely completely on them, she was a nerd like that.

she watched his face turn strawberry red before fading slightly, she smiled, well wasn't that just freaking adorable? she loved people who blushed, not because it was embarrassing for them, of course she felt bad for him but still, people who blushed were too cute, and usually they were shy. this guy didn't seem too shy to be honest, but he didn't seem all that outgoing either, regardless she thought he was adorable, or at least his slight mannerisms were. she glanced at him as he spoke and asked her if she would like to sit, she nodded as she noticed the pink tinge still on his cheeks, she smiled, that's very considerate, yes thank you she said sliding into the chair, unfortunately they were higher than she stood so of course she kind of had to 'hop' into the sit rather than slide in like she had some sense, some things just had to be difficult for poor kaycee, she hated her parents for cursing her with shortness, of course not literally.. it wasn't like she could in the first place.. they weren't alive..

Kaycee blinked her eyes to focus on what was happening in front of her rather than the past, it wasn't here and now that she needed to think upon these things. Kaycee was a rather talkative person when you were.. well easy to talk to, and well if she knew you pretty well she would talk a lot too, but of course she didn't really know this guy very well, but she wasn't not going to talk, she had to be social, she was the one who had come over here anyhow. she smiled as she looked at the boy, eyes scanning over his soft features, blue eyes that looked somewhat green, a nose that fit his face perfectly, lips that were fill and pretty, and from what it looked like, beautiful and soft skin. all in all he had an angelic face, a very pretty boy. Kaycee glanced away, she felt stupid for gazing or staring or whatever the hell she was really doing, before too long though she found herself glancing up one more and keeping her eyes on his. she nodded her head at his question, yeah, I'm the synth for them she said nodding her head, most of the time she was kind of behind the scenes, she liked it a little bit better.

Of course fame was what people were really looking for, Kaycee just loved playing. she would rather be behind the scenes then get mauled by fans every time she went in public, she was just the type of girl to stay behind the lines, although a little fame here and there wasn't that bad. she was an easy person to compromise with. she shook her head. no it's fine, i am too sometimes. she said unconsciously leaning forward. he seemed really nice, she liked his personality, he didn't talk too much but he didn't talk to little, kaycee admired that, she would always end up doing one or the other and annoying the person, but then again, she hadn't met a whole lot of new people on tour, just the ones she had met before.. which was nice, who would want to come to a tour and not know every single band? you made friends and you kept them. or at least kaycee did.

[spencer anthony james]

this thing's like some sort of race
INSTEAD OF WINNING WHAT I WANT
i'm sitting here in second place
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Spencer couldn't help smiling a bit when she accepted the offer and slid, well, hopped really, onto the chair. It was one of those tall tables, with the bar going around for your feet. Spencer, however, had his toes hooked through one of the bars of the stool, despite the fact that someone had told him once that it was hard on chairs. Made them break or something like that. It made no sense whatsoever to Spencer, but then, he had never been especially good with wood working, or welding, or anything else like that, really. He couldn't build things at all.

Again he found himself nodding when she said she played synth for Let's Get Dirty. Wow, he seriously needed to come up with a better response to things than nodding. He did that entirely too much. Everything got a nod from Spencer. It had to be annoying. Geeze, it annoyed him, how could it not annoy other people? Inwardly he sighed. He was ridiculous. He let himself speak, though, the first thing that came to his mind, since it seemed to keep the conversation flowing smoothly. You have to understand that Spencer pretty much evaluates every word before he lets it come out of his mouth. "So how long have you been playing?" he asked curiously, continuing on with the thread of conversation about the fact that she played synthesizer.

His fingers continued on their path in circles around the top of the lid on his coffee. It truly was habit, something he did all the time without really thinking about it. He had been doing it since he was young. He wondered if it had started out as a nervous thing and was now just habit. He knew lots of people did things like that when they were nervous, playing with their hair, or their clothes. Tracing the edge of your cups seemed similar, but he knew it wasn't a nervous habit, just a plain old boring habit. He knew because he did it in the tour bus, too, when it was just him, or just him and Nick, or even the rest of the band, and he was just chilling and there was absolutely nothing that he could possibly feel nervous about. Clearly Spencer also has the tendency to over analyze things.

He glance up from gazing out the window in time to catch her staring at him. Well, maybe not staring, since she broke her gaze off right after that, as did Spencer, but then her eyes were back on him again. He offered a smile as their eyes met. It was his usual sweet thing, showing off two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth, and opening up in his face in a way that was almost shocking. Spencer had a rather sweet, innocent looking face to begin with, because, truthfully, it was, but when he smiled, he looked even sweeter. It just...well, opened him up, made his blue eyes sparkle a bit. He couldn't help taking in her appearance, as she was taking in his, even, although of course he couldn't know this.

She was pretty, he decided. Very pretty, with long hair and big, dark, "doe" eyes that made you think "wow, I bet she's a sweet girl." He glanced down at a table, and ran his fingers through his dark hair. That was a slightly nervous habit, not something he did just all the time. He found himself wondering what was happening to him. Spencer had never really been involved with a girl. People had accused him of being gay all the time, but he'd just never met anyone who really caught his attention, as anything more than a friend, anyway, or maybe even a sister. Plus, he didn't really know how relationships were supposed to work. The only example he'd had had been his parents, and obviously they weren't the greatest of role models. He had always figured that girls deserved better than him anyway. So the feeling fluttering around in his stomach was something completely foreign: attraction. "Keep it in your pants" Spencer scolded himself, frustrated. He had a hard enough time getting to know people anyway, being naturally shy and a little awkward. This just complicated things. Like, maybe a lot.

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[/color] Kaycee!!
Notes:[/color] Ha. So Spencer's already slightly turned on. lol. Hope that all works out okay. xD[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[kaycee lauren paige]

A touch of poison seals my fate
the dawn echoes the night with my glory
the sun himself honors me

he nodded once more as a response to her, he must not talk very often, she thought to herself, but then again he didn't talk to much and that .. well nice. some times she came across people who never wanted to shutup and she had to just sit there and wait for them to just stop, even if she didn't want to hear it, but of course she didn't want to be rude and telling them a lie like she was busy or telling them straight up she didn't want to hear it.. was well.. very rude and soemthing kaycee lauren paige was raised not to do, not to be rude, by both her parents and her grandmother. that story was just a little too much to think about here and now, something that she would get pissy over, and she didn't want to get in a pissy mood with this nice boy sitting across from her.. now that would be rude.

Kaycee bit her lip as she was thinking about her answer, she seriously had to think hard about it as well, she had taken synth up definitely not in hishgschool or anythign like that, it was definitely about the time that she was notified about band tryouts, not like a school band, a serious band, one that was planning to go all the way to the top, she was given a month's notice, and they said they were looking for a synth player, she had never even seen one before.. never touched one or anything, and she took it up, taught herself, and learned very well, it wasn't two weeks after she took it up that she began playing the things that they were truly looking for, she loved it, loved the different tones, the different beats, it was so neat to listen to.

In the next week she memorized a nice piece and played it for them, two days later she was called back and told that she was now in a band called let's get dirty, they were discovered playing for a free gig, and pretty much was introduced with fame from then on, so to answer his question she smiled, uhm i was about eighteen when i started learning, it only took me two weeks to get all of it down, it's pretty simple really. she said nodding, most people didn't believe her when she told them that she had only been playing for a year, she couldn't help that she was a little advanced when it came to determination. when she wanted something really really bad, she got it, and she wanted that position, and look where she is now, on tour with let's get dirty.. a year later. go kaycee.

she watched his fingers trace idly around the cup several times before he turned back to her, doing the exact same thing she did, turn away, but then when she looked again this time he stared back, and after a few seconds passed by he smiled. Kaycee almost gasped. he was beautiful. i mean of course she recognized it earlier, but his smile was just breathtaking. it made him seem even more friendly than he already was. she smiled back, clearly dazzled (no pun intended, he is not edward cullen =D) and let it fade form her plush lips. she was beginning to really like this guy, he was obviously very attractive and he seemed nice enough, maybe this wouldn't be the last time she saw him... well she sure hoped not, maybe this could turn into something more... she sighed though, not wanting to get too lost in a daydream.. he could be sitting over there wishing she would go away, she just needed to keep her cool and not be so.. turned on? maybe.. that didn't seem like the right word though.. it sounded so.. sexual. but she couldn't deny if he talked her into it she wouldn't refuse.

NOTES ! haha no no it's perfect<3
we can take it whereverr, i really like spencer(:

[spencer anthony james]

this thing's like some sort of race
INSTEAD OF WINNING WHAT I WANT
i'm sitting here in second place
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Spencer found the smile broadening slightly, into a flat out grin, when she smiled back at him. Even if he didn't realize what ti did to his own face, he loved what smiling did to other people. Spencer truly did appreciate the little things in life. He was one of those guys who was especially observant, picking up on what people were feeling and just in general noticing things that most people didn't. Truly, he was a gem, even if he did have his issues. For instance, his whole shutting down thing, where he just completely blocked out the rest of the world. And his obsessive compulsive-ness was enough to drive most people crazy.

He glanced away, feeling his cheeks burn in another faint blush, and he cursed his awkwardness. He was so horrible at meeting new people. Especially girls. Pretty girls. For all he was a virgin, he was still a boy. He could appreciate pretty things. Although when it came right down to it, he still tended to run a lot deeper than most guys. He really did look past the outward appearance, unlike a lot of guys, who just wanted to hook up and have you gone the next day. No, Spencer couldn't even imagine doing that. It was so exactly opposite of how he was with girls. He'd seen his dad disrespect his mom so much that he hated when guys were rude to girls. His dad hadn't been abusive or anything. Well, maybe emotionally, but he didn't hit her around or anything. Still, it was enough to give Spencer a deep loathing for guys who were disrespectful to women. He had watched his dad tear his mom up, perhaps even worse than if he had just slapped her. It was something he could never see in himself.

He found himself nodding again, and inwardly he rolled his eyes at himself. There I go again, he thought. "Only a year?" he asked, and nodded, impressed. "That's really cool. It took me forever with drums. I was so uncoordinated. It took forever to get my hands doing two different things at once and then get my foot going, too" He chuckled a little at the memory. He must have looked like a real retard when he first started trying. Obviously he didn't have any coordination problems now, as he was on tour with a band, but it had been one of the hardest things he had done. Still, he had loved it, and he had always been patient when he was figuring something out, and eventually, he'd gotten it down. He wasn't a natural, by any means, not a child protegee, but he was good.

He drew his gaze to the window, watching the people pass by on the other side of the completely transparent glass. If you watched people and didn't focus on the clear substance, you could hardly tell it was there. It was one of those things that might be seen on the Windex commercials, where the birds are always flying into the windows. Not exactly ideal, for the birds anyway. Of course, people loved cleaned things. He wondered what the environmentalists had to say about things like that. He didn't have anything against them, although he wasn't one himself. I mean, it wasn't like he was horrible, he didn't litter, he turned all the lights off, unplugged stuff he wasn't using. He just wasn't exactly into the whole animal rights thing...They were animals. Had he been someone who argued, he probably would have had a lot to say on the subject, but, as he didn't like fighting, he never brought it up, and he avoided such subjects at pretty much all costs. He hated tension...

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[/color] Kaycee!!
Notes:[/color] Haha. I think they're gonna be adorable. xD
EDIT: I fixed it. Hahaha. So now it's even suckier. Oooops. =S[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[kaycee lauren paige]

A touch of poison seals my fate
the dawn echoes the night with my glory
the sun himself honors me

Kaycee's past wasn't a very lovely one. And of course she thought about her parents sometimes, i mean who wouldn't really? it was hard not to, they were her best friends, they were everything to her, role models, best friends, it was all she could bear, and she didn't take it well either, in fact, she didn't take it. there were many times where she had just.. blacked out and went through the steps of life day by day, not really being conscious of anything she was doing. she moved in with her grandmother which was less than exciting. she did love her yes, but not like a mother, it was hard to accept her as someone who could tell her what to do like her mother used to, and so of course her grandmother didn't want to cross that boundary either.. so she had no choice but to let kaycee do what she wanted.

Of course she wasn't awefully bad to be quite honest, i mean yes a late night here and there a few house parties here and there, but that was you normal teenager, you couldn't really help that, it was .. human nature. but then she dyed her hair pink, it freaked her grandmother out and she kicked her out.. ever since then she hadn't talked to her grandmother not caring to repair the relationship cause it didn't matter, and of course now she was on tour, so she really had only stayed with her for a few years, starting when she was thirteen and kicked out when she was seventeen, from there she just went ahead and moved in with some friends and finished highschool, and now well she was in a band, and loving every minute of it.

To say the least.. no kaycee wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't a whore either, yes there had been a few here and there, but she wasn't a whore, she was just unreliably gullible. if some guy whispered in her ear the right way or told her the right things she would fall right into that trap to be quite honest, it wasn't that she was not smart, but just.. gullible and easily influenced.. poor thing. he nodded agian and she smiled faintly at his nodding, she laughed at his description, i completely understand, that's the thing though, drums are so much harder than the synth, it's just like a keyboard, well nearly like it at least, she said pausing a minute, i can't really imagine me playing and trying to learn to play the drums, so you are in good shape. she said smiling at the boy, it must have took a lot of determination, she wouldn't be able to do it though, that much was obvious, she wasn't very coordinated. she wasn't clumsy but she was definitely one who couldn't do too many things at one time.

Kaycee had never learned to play any other musical instrument besides the keyboard and the synth and the only reason the synth was so easy was because she had known a little about the keyboard, it was pretty much simple besides the fact that you had to learn to wear it on your shoulder, but that was just kaycee's preference there was ways that it could be set up like a keyboard, in fact most people got the synthesizer and the keyboard confused, which at first she had too. but once you got used to the different looks of the instruments you would understand, it had a different look to one side, more options kaycee had though at first, and she was right, you could play with the tones and the pitch and whatnot, it just got easier as tiem went along.

NOTES ! woo sorry it took forever, but muse is back<3

[spencer anthony james]

this thing's like some sort of race
INSTEAD OF WINNING WHAT I WANT
i'm sitting here in second place
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Spencer grinned when she said that drums were harder than the synth. "Easy for you to say" he responded, a little surprised at himself. He didn't usually offer up comments like that, even if he thought them. They were rather useless remarks, and Spencer didn't like useless remarks. At all. Well, not from himself, at least. Other people could say all the useless words they wanted. It was only in himself that it bothered him. He really wasn't one to worry much about what other people did. Still, he tended to have higher standards for himself than he did for other people.

He

[/color] shook his head. As far as he was concerned, keyboard itself looked way harder than drums, let alone the synthesizer. It sounded way more complicated than drums. He didn't have to read music, and there were less drums than keys on the keyboard. It was funny, Spencer thought to himself, that what seemed hard to her was easy to him, and what was hard to him was easy to her. He supposed it was all just a matter of opinion. It depended on what you knew, what you did. And what you loved, as well, he was sure. Obviously she loved the synthesizer the way he loved the drums. He said obviously because she probably wouldn't be on tour if she didn't love it.

Spencer was one of those people who was always thinking about the things that nobody else noticed. He was particularly observant, and he picked up on lots of stuff that most others missed. It was just something he did, one of his talents, I suppose you could say it was a charm of his. Girls always felt flattered that he remembered certain things that they had told him. Really, though, it wasn't as if he had really tried to remember. He just did. The little things. Sometimes he would try harder, just because he knew it made people happy, and Spence was one of those kids who liked making people happy, and if he could do it that easily, by just remembering what they told him, it was definitely worth it. Of course, he missed stuff sometimes, he would zone out or stop paying attention, but everyone did that at least once in a while.

He found himself running his finger over the edge of his cup lid again. "So how's tour going?" he asked, gently bumping the conversation back to Kaycee again. He preferred it that way, usually. He liked listening to other people talk as opposed to talking about himself. He liked getting to know people, too, which was hard to do if he was doing all the talking. Spencer had never been much of a loud mouth. In fact, he had always been a particularly quiet kid. He liked fading into the background, too, so a lot of people thought it was funny that he loved being on tour, loved being on stage, loved playing in a band. Still, though, the drummer didn't usually get much attention, and he was back in his little corner, surrounded by his drum set with little room for people to really see him. Not the way they saw Carson or Nick. Maybe that was part of why he loved drums. They made a big sound, but the drummer was hardly noticed. At least not while on stage.

Spencer was one of those honestly sweet people, the kind of person who genuinely cared about everyone he met. He possibly had a heart of twenty-four carat gold. Of course, no one truly did, even speaking theoretically. No one was perfect. But Spencer was definitely a sweet heart. He glanced up at Kaycee again with open blue eyes. He wasn't a huge secret keeper. Of course, he didn't say much, so it wasn't like he was an open person, but he tended to be pretty transparent, in his expression. You could read just about everything he was feeling in his expression. So while he didn't often talk about what he was feeling, you could usually tell, and Spencer didn't mind.

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Tag:[/color] Kaycee!!
Notes:[/color] Finally finished. I am SOOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO sorry this took SO long![/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[kaycee lauren paige]

A touch of poison seals my fate
the dawn echoes the night with my glory
the sun himself honors me

Kaycee laughed at his response, i guess it was easy for her to say, different strokes for different folks, she shrugged her shoulders at the boy, i guess it's in the way that you learn and what's easy for you and what's hard for you, you know? she said knowing how hard it would be for her to learn something new right about the time she learned to play synth. but she had, that was the point and if she had to say so she would say that she played it quite well, especially to be here on tour, you had to be somewhat good you know. Kaycee looked down at her coffee cup, just kind of in a daze, she had these moments a lot lately to where she would just zone out and focus on one thing in particular, this time it was the cup, wasn't that ADD? or was that something else entirely? Kaycee had always thought ADD was like when people say random things like they focus on one thing and then another and talk about it, but then again she could be completely wrong which she was most of the time.. so it wouldn't surprise her if she was completely wrong this time again.

Kaycee's eyes just wouldn't advert to any other place, she was just stuck on the coffee cup, she sighed softly and blinked and when she opened her eyes her face was adverted to his, she smiled. well the tour is going pretty good actually, meeting a lot of new people, getting a feel for the city life. she said nodding her head for emphasis, truth was, she was loving the tour so far, everyone here was just so nice and she was already having a ball. then again, she hadn't met others from the tour either, so she had only met the nice ones, to be sure there were bound to be some mean people here as well, she felt like a two year old.. 'mean' people? come on Kaycee think like a nineteen year old. there were bound to be rude people here as well. much better. at least you would be classified as a nineteen year old now. This was what hapened when Kaycee lauren paige was sleepy, she would argue with herself in her head, or just think random things, poor boy just didn't know what was going on inside of that head of hers, but in all honesty she was just tired, and exhausted, she really wasn't mental.. at the moment.

Kaycee's eyes found themselves back on the coffee cup, but this time she wasn't stuck staring at the thing, this time she wanted the coffee that was settled inside of the cup, she lifted it to her lips and took a small sip of it, all of the coffee that was left in the small cup, had she really already finished that whole thing? damn. Kaycee placed the empty cup on the edge of the table so she would remember to throw it away later, or in a few minutes, she didn't know how long she would be here talking to this boy, she didn't want to be rude and get up and leave if he still wanted to talk to her but she didn't want to stay and cross the boundary where she was welcome. she didn't know but it didn't really look like he was ready to let her leave, not really saying he had a choice in the matter, but regardless.

Kaycee wasn't a shy person, this meeting proved that much, but she wasn't really an open book either, she was somewhat reserved until she sat down and talked to you a bit, but that didn't make her unfriendly, she was rather friendly to be quite honest. but most of the time the choice she had about telling her past was taken away, but it was her fault for telling the story anyhow, people just.. got it out of her, and yes she knew she was gullible and yes she knew it needed to stop but how could she help that? soemtimes people had to say just the right thing and kaycee would melt into their arms. poor thing, she didn't know what was best for her most of the time, it goes to show you, there are rude people out there and there are also people who will easily take advantage of you like they had Kaycee, thankfully though it hadn't gotten her into too much trouble.

NOTES ! well, here it is, i know it's not great but for the amount of muse i had... it's wonderful XD