*/ TESTING UNO DOS TRES ?!

[carson brett carter]

nights of traveling on a stinky bus wasn’t exactly what carson would call fun. Boys, farts, burps, all the lovely stuff that comes along with touring with boys. But then again, these boys were her best friends. She could puke, fart or anything in front of these guys and they’d have a big laugh about it. Their bus, only after a week of being in it, already smelled like crap and had crap lying around everywhere. And she would have to talk the boys into getting frebreeze and air fresheners for their bus so it didn’t smell like poo for the rest of the summer tour. For the most part, they will agree with Carson’s suggestion. They were guys, but really, if the place smelt filthy no one wanted to be in there, and carson would always be able to find a hotel to bunk in. usually there’s a holiday-in at every city they hit, and if there isn’t a holiday-in, she’d always be able to find some sort of hotel to stay at, whether it be a motel or a bed-in-breakfast carlie herself was pretty flexible with where she could stay for the night. And some of the time, she preferred the hotels rather then the compact bunk and the smelly air of the bus.

Early that morning carson woke with a little less then a startle, but actually she woke up because she had enough sleep. Eight thirty she awoke and groaned because it was early for her to wake up, she liked sleep, everyone did especially when they stay up until about eleven at night playing music and entertaining a crowd of people. But the bliss, the rush, the high, the amazing feeling that one feels after playing in a show is more then anyone can ever imagine, one that no one can ever describe, one that is just unknown to anyone that has never done it before. It was like sex, once you do it, you just want it, just need it. And the fact that carson couldn’t say that herself, she’s a virgin, heck I don’t even know why I’m comparing it considering I don’t know that feeling either. She loves what she does, and when she gets her days off, that’s just even better that she’s able to spend some days to herself and just hanging around and on the computer and doing the things she loves.

She spent the day wondering around the place and around town, though in town all she really did was buy coffee, though it wasn’t just any coffee it was starbucks coffee, her favorite. And it might actually be the only coffee that carson would drink without French vanilla coffee mix thing in it. The iced mocha frapaichino always did the trick when carson needed a wake up with a starbucks near by. And almost everywhere they were had one near, a great plus for carson on the road, sometimes she’ll have the bus pull over so she can run in and get her coffee.

Sound check day as well as show time, carson’s favorite time of the day. It was great, and though there wasn’t any people in the seats accept the main people in the tour project and their manager as well as their tech kids watching. And they always had an idea, if they said ‘full house’ they know the place will be packed, and by looking at the place it isn’t hard to tell what packed is, just by description of how full the place would be is how they get how prepared they get. They had to wait for the rest of the band before they could start. Tuning guitars, getting the drums set up and just setting up microphone stands and monitors was next on the agenda. Carson sat on the edge of the stage swinging her feet back and forth waiting. Being early was both good and a bad thing. The good being she wasn’t late, the bad being that she had to wait for everyone else. Her brother wasn’t even there yet.

Beginning to hum, carson leaned back on the stage and let her back rest against the ground as she looked up at the ceiling and watched as some lights flickered, amusing herself until everyone else was there. Sure, carson was probably getting strange looks from people setting up, but this was normal for car to do. Lay on stage and just hum. Sometimes she was granted company with her others she just got up and did work with sound check.

STATUS; fin'
TAG; spence
CREDITS; banner and text to caution
NOTES; its done.

[spencer anthony james]

Spencer had done absolutely nothing all day long. He had slept in extremely late this morning...Well, extremely late for him. He had woken up at seven a.m. (as opposed to his usual four or five) and then laid around in his bunk for another hour, feeling half sick to his stomach and wondering if he was seriously going to come down with the flu the day of the show. That would have definitely sucked. So he had decided that he was going to attempt to take it easy. Spencer wasn't very good at that. He wasn't a fan of sitting still. So he had ended up getting out of bed and wandering around Boston. Not for very long. Or at least, it hadn't felt like very long. Before he knew it, he had glanced at his watch and realized that it was getting into late afternoon. Almost time for sound check.

He smirked a bit to himself as he made his way back down the city streets toward the grounds. He hadn't gotten sick. Hopefully that was a good sign, and it wasn't just lying in wait or something. As long as he didn't get sick during the concert. Or preferably before. That would suck. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, as was his usual, as he made his way over to the stage. Another glance at his watch told him he was early, but he shrugged. Oh well. Carson usually got there early anyway, so perhaps he would find her laying around somewhere. She seemed to do that a lot.

His steps carried him across the grounds that were so familiar by now. They ought to have been, as long as this tour stop had been. He felt as if they had been in Boston for ages. Not that he minded. He rather liked the city, actually, especially now that he was learning his way around, at least a little bit. Spencer was horrible with directions, and he was always getting lost. He kind of liked the feeling of being lost in the city, though, so he didn't mind. He was certainly a funny kid, but lovable in his way.

He wandered toward the stage, where he could see all the techs and stuff setting up, getting ready to let the band do sound checks. He grinned when he saw Carson laying flat on her back, and, as he got closer, he could hear her humming under her breath. He couldn't help grinning, his typical, innocent smile that simply lit up his face, upon hearing that oh so familiar noise. He wandered over, his steps nearly silent, until he stood right over her, lifting his foot and pressing it gently against her stomach. As if he would actually step on her, he thought with a slight laugh. He glanced down at her, grinning at her before flopping down beside her, wrapping his arms around his knees.

"How long have you been sitting here?" he asked in his usual quiet manner, listening to all the hustle and bustle around him. Dang he loved being on tour. He laughed a little to himself. He was crazy. Most people who were as introverted as Spencer didn't like chaos, and he didn't either, but it was a totally different story when it came to anything to do with the band. He loved the chaos on the stage, he loved seeing the pulsing flood of fans in front of the stage, all here to listen to him and Carson and Will and Nick. It was a pretty awesome feeling, almost addictive, like a drug or something.

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Tag: Carson, of course! =D
Notes: Mblah. Haha.

[carson brett carter]

carson lay there for a while, humming the tunes of their songs for their possible set. she would turn her head every once and a while to see if anyone came. this was exactly what she got when she came to sound check early. and they've always told her don't get there until about five minutes before if you want to come early. pfft. nah, carson had to get there a half an hour early. well, carson brett carter, when ever you get somewhere early there is a price of waiting that you might have to pay.

minutes went by and carson lay there, she was getting looked at and probably people were saying things, but really carson could care less. she liked doing thing. it let her relax and just take a while for herself to just be on stage without doing some form of work. well unless she happened to be laying around the bus or having free time. but on stage. just sitting or laying around was some what fun to carson. she started to close her eyes still humming and just breatheing. taking a breah and giving her own time. it was all relaxing. something that carson wished she could do more often. she did do it quite often, but really. there was no way that she did this every day. it was more like once every two weeks or once every month.

it was a while. an hour passed before she heard someone of her band. the new weight on her stomach caused by a foot of their drummer she opened her eyes with a slight start. "HEY hey hey, mr. james. that isn't nice to do to a girl. what have we taut you on that bus?" she giggled as she sat up a little more and sat cris-cross or in an indian style as she faced spencer. "not long. an hour, or two. maybe two and a half?" she asked again with a question. she looked at spencer. she's known the kid for over four years. she's known all of her band mates for a while. they knew her. it was crazy how close three boys and one girl could be. they knew alot about eachother. they were best friends. there wasn't really much denying that fact unless one of them was absolutely delusional.

STATUS; not done.
TAG; spence
CREDITS; banner and text to caution
NOTES; its done.