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Post by lucy on Jul 21, 2010 1:18:09 GMT -6
EJ's quaint cafe had been completely rearranged. Tables, chairs, couches, and shelves were missing from this bare scene. Instead, speakers among other equipment were gathered around the back of the cafe; where at an open mic, a performer might show their talent.
People crowded the area in front of the seemingly abandoned music equipment and waited impatiently for what seemed to be a band that had bailed on them. Kids were starting to shout out obscenities and throw things.
Where the hell were the supervisors of this cafe?
Jordan sauntered away from a shadowed area along with his older brother, and three of his friends. "Alright, you bunch of fuckers! I hate every single one of you, and we're Indecent, from Phoenix City." He paused and grabbed the mic handed to him by his brother. "To start off, I want a circle pit, get to it." He ordered, watching the kids, probably some of his classmates, form a circle in front of him.
Jordy pushed through the wall of people to the open center, glancing around for a minute. "I'm going to tell you all, right fucking now; if I get anything thrown at me, or anyone gets hurt because of some stupid twat, I will break their nose." He took one final sweeping glance at the crowd, mentally flagging out a few people already.
And then they started to preform, with Jordan in the midst of a mosh pit with the rest of the band away from the fray. He was rough and fought back when people pushed into him, keeping up the beat of the songs he sung all the while.
The crowd just ate that shit up.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 21, 2010 1:33:48 GMT -6
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Post by lucy on Jul 21, 2010 1:47:05 GMT -6
Jordy's knuckles were bloody and his face was a mess by the end of their gig. They had scheduled what would've been an open mic night for a gig. If you could call getting tossed around by a crowd of people to music a gig. You had to admit, Jordan was good at putting on a show. He wiped his face off on his t-shirt, which actually wasn't on his body but instead clenched in his fist. He turned to his brother, murmuring to each other while they waited for someone to see if they needed anything.
He was actually a little disappointed no one had approached them with their thoughts on the the band, but this was a town full of stuck up, close minded, snotty rich kids. Jordy was surprised anyone had shown up anyways, but still didn't have much faith in Rosewood.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 21, 2010 1:53:49 GMT -6
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Post by lucy on Jul 21, 2010 2:04:59 GMT -6
"Finally.." he grumbled under his breath before looking towards the pretty blonde girl. "Can I get a coffee, double cream one sugar, please?" Jordy honestly didn't need caffeine this late but he needed something to keep him from falling asleep right now. He was exhausted, really.
Jordan ran his fingers though his firey hair, studying the waitress out of the corner of his eye while she took the other boy's orders. Pretty, looked a little too tan for his liking but she was indeed an attractive girl none the less.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 21, 2010 2:16:30 GMT -6
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Post by lucy on Jul 21, 2010 2:33:06 GMT -6
"Thanks," Jordy smiled and accepted the cup of coffee from her when she handed it to him. He had the slightest accent, causing his 'thanks' to sound a little like 'fanks' instead. His and Stephan's father was from Hertfordshire, England, and they had frequently visited their grandparents there. Watford, to be specific was a shithole of a town, too much violence for Jordan's liking. He really was a passive person, if his circumstances allowed him so. This whole spitting, cussing asshole thing was a complete facade, he really was a sweet young man.
Jordan couldn't help himself but to check out this blonde girl as he sipped his coffee. It burned his tongue but he ignored the scalding heat. She was actually very good looking, for a clearly brainwashed Californian girl. This state changed people, made them fake. Jordy wasn't quite what you would consider good looking though; with pale, freckled skin, covered with tattoos and pale blue eyes that always made them look bloodshot, no thanks to his ginger hair.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 21, 2010 14:08:16 GMT -6
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Post by lucy on Jul 21, 2010 14:30:58 GMT -6
"Phoenix," Jordy chuckled softly, he surely didn't sound like he was from the busy city. "I spent a lot of time in the UK as a kid though." Truth be told, he hadn't been to Watford in years. He didn't want to go there ever again though, that town was full of idiots with guns. "My family is from Hertfordshire, so I kind of grew up listening to that accent."
Jordy wasn't sure why he had gone into such detail, but it might have been a little confusing to the girl if he had just said he was from Arizona. He did miss Arizona though, most of it at least. The heat was unbearable and living in a desert was far from fun for a boy with such fair skin.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 23, 2010 1:54:31 GMT -6
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Post by lucy on Jul 23, 2010 2:07:10 GMT -6
He shot a look at his brother Stephan, who promptly cut his gaze from Gabby. "No, I'm fine thanks..." he paused for a moment before asking, "So..what did you think of our set?" She'd probably say something of encouragement in hopes not to upset any of them.
Preppy girls like her always had something bad to say about music like this. Something like, "The lyrics were really weird," or, "I wish the singer was actually hot, he's gross." They never really took the time to think about why bands were this way. Why the lead singer had a mohawk and a nose ring, his mother's name tattooed across his collar bones. Why the lyrics were subtly about poverty and shitty living. California, actually sucked for artists with a meaning, nobody really cared to ever listen.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 23, 2010 2:36:54 GMT -6
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Post by lucy on Jul 23, 2010 2:50:45 GMT -6
He chuckled and shook her hand, "Thanks, I'm Jordan. And the weirdo checking you out would be my brother, Stephan." he grinned jokingly. "The other lads would be Laurent, Stewart, and Lee." As he spoke each of the now introduced boys waved and muttered a 'hey,'
"I'm guessing..when you came into work tonight you were expecting absolute shit to come from us. Generally most do when I'm fucking around with the kids out there. I cannot tell you how many times I've had something thrown at me before we even get to play." Jordy chuckled softly as he spoke, "And then they hear us and its all down hill."
He was an extremely pleasant guy, despite coming off as abrasive and unapproachable upon first impression.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 23, 2010 10:34:08 GMT -6
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Post by lucy on Jul 23, 2010 11:27:29 GMT -6
Jordy grimanced, "At least she had the balls to sing in front of everybody, even if she sounded like a whale. I figure, a year or so back, I would have never set foot in front of a microphone, let alone be in a band". Something had come over him though, he had always wanted to be a musician, but singing and preforming never came to mind. Then Laurent proposed to start a 'punk rock' band to do something different, to show people that they can do something with a little patience and determination.
He had fallen into an obsession, to say the least. This was his life now, he loved it. He'd fight for this band and keep at it until they're good enough to be recognized. He found he loved music, loved it wholly and this was what he wanted to do with his life. You could tell so, when he spoke about and the way they acted while they preformed.
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