!?could this be heaven?! (open)

[annabel noir chessire]

Annabel walked down the cobblestone streets of upper boston, trying to find the guitar center. It had takenher an hour just to get here, and she still couldn't find the dam.n place. She was beggining to think maybe she had gotten the wrong directions off of her laptop. Getting annoyed at herself and lack of direction, she picked up a stone and threw it at the closet car she could find, before shuffling away so as to not get caught. Another ten minutes went by, and she was back on paved ground, not the stupid rocks cemented together to form a street. Though her dock martins were pretty comfortable, the heels had kept getting stuck in the small patches of no rock, and she knew she was going to have huge blisters when she took the shoes off. Sighing, she looked up from where she stood, and saw not more than a few yards away, the Guitar Center sign, blaring a neon red color on to the sidewalk. Rolling her eyes she noticed this was only a few streets from where the buses were parked, and that she was a big idiot for not seeing it sooner.

Gliding across the smooth pavement was easy, and she walked through the rotating doors with little troule at all. Once inside, she made a beeline for the sign that said guitar. There was an escelator, and she hoped on it, leaning against the moving rail as it made it's way upwards. by the time she was at the top, she could see hundreds of guitars hanging from the walls, everything from ephiphone to a stratachaster. it was basically how she wanted to imagine heaven, even if she did not believe in god for the most part, she wished that if there was a heaven it was like this. Most people in the store, probably would not take her very seriously in her gothic dress, but it didn't bother her to much. Anna knew she could paly guitar, and knew she did pretty well to even be on the tour. Thus, she put on the dress just to see how people would react to it in this type of store; well that and the fact she hadn't done her laundry and this was all that was left. She smirked a bit at her stupidity for not being organized and went over to the string area.

Plucking different packages off the walla, she brought them over to the counter and a man wrang them up. The guy smiled at her, but seemed to be trying to figure out who she was; Bell just chuckled in amusement, to her this was a game that was just fun to play. When she was done wringing it up she sashayed over to a guitar that caught her interest. It was a pure white ephiphone les paul. She smiled at the gleam it had and picked it up by the neck. Putting the silver guitar strap over her head, she turned the guitar over, and started tuning each string individually and by ear. After finishing, she found a seat and started playing some random chords and harmonies, just feeling it as she went along. A sales man came over, and she nodded but shook her head when he asked if she would like some help. "I'm fine, just seeing how it plays is all." When he left she strummed one of the bands songs, Distortion, but looked around as she played. Assuming it was a day off from practice, she thought that she may see someone she knew from the tour. Anyone to talk to would make the day just a bit more interesting.

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[spencer anthony james]

Spencer James made his way down the street. He was pretty sure he was lost. Well could you be lost when you had no destination in mind? Well, at any rate, if being lost was defined as not having the slightest idea of how to get back home, then Spencer was most definitely lost. He wasn't at all perterbed about it, though. He was used to being lost. He couldn't go to a new city without getting lost. Well, he couldn't really go into a city at all without getting lost, unless itw as his hometown of Tampa Bay. He knew that place like the back of his hand. The other cities, though, he was forever getting lost in.

A neon sign caught his eye, and, spotting a music store, he slipped inside. He wandered around the ground level for a while, making his way over to the drums, hefting a pair of sticks in his hands, spinning them around his fingers, testing the weight and the feel. He walked a few steps over, to a snare drum. He adjusted the height with ease, loosening the wires on the bottom, and dropping the sticks on the drum head, giving a quiet drum roll. He tapped out an easy rhythm, hands loose on the drumsticks as he gave a final drum roll. Someone was giving him a rather dirty look, so he quietly put the drumsticks away. He wasn't one to draw attention to himself, so he slunk off as soon as possible and made his way up the escelator.

One hand was shoved deep into his pocket, as was usual forhim, the other on the railing of the escelator as the stairs slowly took him up to the second story. Stepping off the black stairs, he found himself in the guitar section. He dind't know much about guitars, other than what little Will and Nick had taught him, which was, indeed, very little. He knew some of the basics, but he was pretty much epic failure when it came to the guitar. He couldn't play to save his life.

However, there was a girls itting there with a white guitar who could most definitely play. She sounded amazing. His head tipped tot he sides lightly as he watched her play, sticking his other hand into his pocket. She was gorgeous, but the main thing that caught his eye was that she looked strangely familiar. It took him a while, but he finally figured it out. He was pretty sure she played guitar for Disasterous Ending. He watched her for a long while, not really realizing that he was staring. Oops, he thought to himself, and quickly turned to examine the guitars hanging behind him, as if he actually knew what he was doing.

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Tag: Annabel
Notes: Ugh. Sorry. Not as many words as I wanted...0.o

[annabel noir chessire]

Annabel kept playing, not really playing anything imparticular again; just cords that sounded good together, wondering if she wasn't supposed to be playing the guitar. A few people were staring at her, and she figured that was the reason; not wanting to get in to much trouble, she stopped playing and noticed someone starring. The guy looked farmiliar somehow, she thought maybe from one of the bands on tour. But, at the moment she did not feel like trying to figure it out. Though, because he kept starring, she stared at him to, somewhat interested in remembering who he was. By the time he noticed he was starring at her, he turned around and Anna chuckled at his obviousness. Noticing the guitar still strapped on her shoulder, she strummed it while longer before putting it down and walking over to the counter. After talking with the man for a few minutes again, she asked him how much it was, he told her twelve-hundred. Bell answered, "Allright, could you hold it until the end of the month?" There were only a few days left in July, which would mean the tour would be moving onto another place soon, so she knew she could have the money withing the next 3 or 4 days.

Moving away from the counter, Annabel said her thanks before looking at a few more guitars. She heard multiple people playing at once, a few down stairs on the drums, another on a key board, and she could have sworn someone was playing bass in the next room. Listening to the music for a little longer, she spotted the same guy who had been starring earlier; now that she wasn't playing she tried to figure out who he was. shuffling through the bands in her mind, she was positive he was from String of Your Fate, the drumer if she was not mistaken. By what she could remember, his name was Spencer; a photographic memory always helped in situations like these where she swore she knew someone. bell walked over to him, but didn't speak at first; instead she looked at the guitar he had been looking at, it was an accustic, but a prety expensive one at that. Thinking of something to say she spoke lightly.

"I wouldn't expect that a drummer, would be looking at a guitar." Annabel's voice was light, quiet, and held a bit of an english accent when she spoke. Tapping her hands against her side, she thought for a moment before thinking that she may have sounded a bit rude. "I'm sorry...I just mean aren't you the drummer from String of Your Fate." Annabel knew he was, but it would be odd for her to say tha since even though she had a photographic memory and if she saw somone once she knew them; to some it may sound like she was a stalker. Although she absolutely was not, it was just annoying how flustered people got when she knew there name and only saw them once or twice. Bitting her lip a bit she waited for a response from the guy.

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[spencer anthony james]

Spencer glanced over as he felt the other girls' presence beside him. He chuckled a bit, in his usual quiet manner, when she said she wouldn't have expected to see him looking at guitars, considering he was a drummer. He shrugged mildly. "It's something to do" he responded easily. "Better than nothing. I can't actually play. I was pretty much epic failure at guitar, but I like looking" He laughed a bit, completely aware of how weird that sounded. How many people went around looking at guitars when they couldn't even play? Yeah, he could definitely be an odd one sometimes.

He nodded slightly when she said he was the drummer from String Of Your Fate. He was used to people knowing him, especially if they were on tour as well. "Yep, Spencer James" he responded. "You're with Disastrous Ending, right?" he asked. He knew a lot of the people on tour just from watching them, even if he had never meant them or didn't know their names. Sometimes he felt bad for only knowing people from their bands; people usually liked having their own identities. It was sort of like being known as "so and so's little sister" instead of Nichole, or whatever. Soem people didn't like it.

Of course, Spencer himself didn't mind it, but he kenw some people did. He glanced away. "I'm sorry, I don't actually know your name" he said with an uncomfortable laugh, feeling bad for not knowing, as if he should know. It wasn't as if she had blatantly stated that she knew his name, just that she knew who he was, that he was with String of Your Fate, and that he was a drummer, which was all pretty basic information. Lots of people knew that. Still, he always felt like he should know people by name, even if sometimes that was a little ridiculous.

Spencer tended to have a horrible conscience. He felt guilty about the stupidest things. Still, he couldn't really help it. It was just part of his sweet nature. He liked being good, being kind to people, and he felt guilty sometimes, when he did. And even when he knew it was stupid he couldn't help feeling bad anyway. Oh well. It was just part of who he was. You couldn't really deny your nature, now could you?

((OOC: I'm sorry this sucks, but I gotta go help my dad so I don't have time to keep going.))

[annabel noir chessire]

Annabel looked him over and smirked a bit when he chuckled, odd kid, but then again she was odd to so who was to judge. She coughed and covered but covered her mouth politely; before nodding agreement to what he spoke of. "I suppose it is something to do. At least, I come to look at them because guitars are very pretty." Shrugging at her own comment she looked at an electric jazz guitar in a blue shimmery color, that was the one type of guitar she did not like. they were big, and rather bothersome to own when someone really got down to price and how much you actually use it in a rock group...not much. Laughing as he spoke she shook her head, "Anyone can play guitar it's a matter of patience and having someone patient to teach you. It took me a while to get the hang of it. But I highly doubt you were as you say an 'epic' failure." She tried to smile a bit encouragingly, but stopped because she knew she probably looked like an idiot with a forced smile; or a hypocrite she really was not sure. Then again, Annabel quite frankly thought she was both and not just one or the other.

"Well it's nice to meet you Spencer James." Looking around the guitar area and into another room , she swore she saw someone who looked like her brother. But, after the man turned around she was quite sure it looked nothing like him from the front, the guy had a beer belly, so she turned back to Spencer. " Nodding as he asked herabout Disasterous ending she spoke softly but audible. "Yes, I'm Annabel." Pausing for a moment Annabel almost thought about what she was saying, "Annabel Chessire." Watching him she thught it was a bit funny because he seemed to be deep in thought, it amused her just a bit, so Bells waited for Spencer to speak again.

Anna could not help but chuckle as he seemed in secure about not knowing her name. Smirking she looked him in the eye and shook her head a bit. "No it's fine, really. I'm not exactly the most well known person. I didn't expect you to know my name before I came to talk to you, really it's okay." Anna was not the best person for reasurring other people, but she hoped what she had said would do. Sighing a bit she looked around and swung her baga back and fourth with little movements so it did not move much but gave her something to do. After a few moments had passed, she stopped and looked at another guitar, this time cherry red; before she decided to speak again. "You know my names Annabel now, so really it's fine."

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