in regards to myself;

[desiderio anthony moretti]

Our last time to make stars collide right before our eyes
Believe in everything...everything you've ever known
Reciting words we lost...these years will never be untold

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Waking up had to be the worst part of the day also the worst way to start any day out. Besides, he never woke up normally; it was always stressful to be awaken by something other than being naturally woken up. Today, he had been awaken by rolling off the side of the top bunk, unto the floor. He let out a small sigh and had half the mind to stay there, and hopefully fall back asleep. Except, for the fact that he was wide awake after falling a couple feet to the floor of the tour bus. He let out a small sigh, hoping not to wake everyone else up. He wasn’t even supposed to be up until later, it was way too early. But, in the course of events that prevented him from being able to sleep until his designated time. Yes, that’s right he had a time when he woke up every day, it was automatic to wake up at that time. That time being three or four in the afternoon, or so. That was of course, when he first started out. Where, the band had a gig, they would then go to some party until like five in the morning or so. It was way too early for him to be waking up at nine o’clock. Well, the band didn’t have a gig last night but, they had the day before. And, they had one later today, he wasn’t too excited for it, since he just had one the other day. Desiderio bit down on his bottom lip, as his gaze fell to the floor for a second.

Grabbing the necessary materials for the shower, he let out a small sigh. Just for a second, he looked around the tour bus, he wondered if he should or should not, use up all the hot water. A smirk pulled across his lips as he headed off into the shower. He grabbed his comb and, styled his hair into different things. He looked stupid with his hair combed back, and his hair was getting somewhat long, meaning he would need to cut it soon. The boy ran a slow hand through his hair, and turned the water on all the way to the left, scolding temperatures but, he would last. He stepped into the shower, whom already started to fog up the windows and everything because, of the heat. He took a fifteen minute shower, and that water didn’t go to too much waste. He used it most the time, because he was washing his hair, making it smell like citrus, while his body smelt like mangoes. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off and proceeded to blow dry his hair, while he was clad in only a towel; that was wrapped around his lower body. After his hair was blow dried to satisfaction, he combed the comb through it a few times. Since, he didn’t want his hair to be ruler stiff, he didn’t flat iron it at all.

The nineteen year old proceeded to put on some bright pink boxers on, it wasn’t like anyone was going to see them. He then pulled on some socks and headed out of the bathroom. As, he opened the door, the steam from the bathroom flushed out behind him. And, the cool air hit his face, a smug grin came on, as he knew the water was cold as ice. So, taking a shower about now would have been a bad idea. But, if someone wanted to do it, then he was going to let them. Of course, he could look out for them but, if he wasn’t here, then that wasn’t his fault. He headed back to the bathroom and started to brush his teeth but, he couldn’t stand there and brush his teeth. So, he walked around while he brushed his teeth, until the toothpaste made him look as if he had rabies. He then spat it out into the sink and rinsed his mouth out. By, the time that was all done, he was just about ready to go. He pulled on the clothes he had decided to wear and, laced on his shoes so he could go. He grabbed his phone, his wallet, and his keys and headed off the tour bus. He closed it and locked the door to the bus, so his bandmates and the crew members couldn’t be harassed by fans or paparazzi.

The day went on very slowly, he chilled at Starbucks for a few, then he ended up at the mall, and his day continued until finally, he was walking out of Walmart. He checked his sidekick to view the time, where it had only been seven pm. His band had a gig tonight, and it was at eleven. And, if he didn’t start heading there soon, he would most likely forget. As, he approached the building, he saw some people already stand outside, so he snuck in backstage. He didn’t feel like meeting anyone at the moment, since he would be doing that later. He let out a small sigh as he entered the building, there gig happened to be indoors today. He didn’t really mind where it was held, since it was hot outside, and it was going to be hot inside, eventually. Desiderio played with his snakebites, while he glanced around. He went into the dressing room, for Insane in the Membrane, and sat down on the couch. At the time, he was alone since, he arrived a little early, to avoid being late. He grabbed a piece of paper and started writing what was on his mind. Eventually, that could have turned into a song, if he worded it right. He sat down on the floor as he let his thoughts flow out. He wasn’t venting but he had nothing other to do, then write something down, that could unintentionally turn into a song. The boy inhaled the smell from the dressing room, which was a mix of smoke and alcohol.

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word count; 1025 words without codes.
tagged; sawyer.
song; eris and dysnomia
artist; a skylit drive
notes; i promise it won't be long next time.

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[sawyer isaac caldwell]

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A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before
A hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back
door with nothing left to think I'll probably sit around
and ignore the apathy that always leads me

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Beep, Beep, Beep.
Sawyer was having a lovely dream, where he was king of England, and everyone loved him. Except everyone was, well orange people. So really, it was more like he was the king of Orangland, it kinda sounded like England? Well, it really didn't, but in his dream, he had an amazing British accent so he when he said Orangland, and England, they sounded the same. Cool no? Well sadly, his dream wasn't all as it cracked up to be. Turns out he ended up being like King Louis the Sixteenth, a real jackass. And his orange people were rebelling against him, creating the French Revolution, more like the Orange Revolution. His dream ended with him being shot at three times, which was actually three beeps of his alarm clock, thank god for that. He didn't actually get hit by the bullets, which was a good thing, because you know what they say. If you die in your dreams you die in real life, oh gosh right?

THANKFULLY, his alarm clock had woken him. More like startled him, he went from being snugly in his covers to the cold hard floor. A cool breeze tickled his bare back, he sat up and rubbed his head, his hazel orbs fell on the open window. No wonder it was like minus a million degrees in the room, okay so yes, that was a hyperbole, but what ever. With a yawn he stood up and lazily looked around, he didn't know what time it was but Desiderio wasn't around. He shrugged his shoulders and passed a hand through his hair, which was pretty tough, it was just a big rats nest at the moment. Sawyer walked into the washroom, he wasn't really aware of what he was doing; he was still sleepy. He stripped his clothes, stepped into the shower and was met with freezing cold water. He jumped forward, trying to escape the cold. "Dammit Desiderio, freaking jerk." he mumbled to himself as he eased under the freezing water. With a sigh he went about washing himself, as fast as he could. Within five minutes he was numb, and his teeth were chattering, it became increasingly harder to wash. Finally after ten minutes of standing in cold water he was done, hurriedly he jumped out and wrapped himself up in a big fuzzy towel.

Angrily he moved to put on some clothes, of course it was rather warm outside but Sawyer wasn't into that whole wearing shorts at the first sign of nice weather. So, he decided to stick with being fully clothed. Shakily, since he was still cold, he slipped on some blue boxers, and socks to match. He was enjoying the warmth that the clothing brought, so much so that he just grabbed the first articles of clothing that were in his suitcase. Some skinny jeans, a Volcom shirt and bright orange DC hoodie. Sawyer let out a happy sigh, the warmth was now overpowering the cold in an epic battle, and he was quite happy. So happy in fact that he decided that he would skip to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his hair. Brushing his teeth was easy enough, he just stood at the sink for two minutes, or until the tooth paste was dripping from his mouth. He rinsed then went to work on his hair. First he brushed it out, then he towel dried it once more, then brushed it out. Then he used the blow drier to get rid of the excess water. Sawyers hair was pretty much naturally straight, he could easily let it air dry and it would be more or less straight. Most of the time he let it air dry, but not today, since he was cold and his wet hair was making him colder.

Now Sawyer was a happy boy, all clothed, dry and warm. Though, he was posed with a problem, what the hell was he going to do now? He went digging for his phone to see what time it was, two thirty. Wow, he got up really late today, he probably got up at about twelve. Yup, twelve sounded right, seeing as it took him a good two hours or so to get ready to go out. With a shrug he slipped on his DC's and headed outside, he knew where he was going, to the mall to get a belt and some lunch. To bad that wasn't all he did, at the mall he ended up chilling with some random guys that he bumped into. One of them claimed to know him from high school, he didn't know if it was true or not but he ended up spending a good four hours with them before he departed. After all he had a gig tonight so he probably should make his way to the place. Well finding it anyway, he didn't know where it was, and he needed to get in some practice time.

After about an hour of him wandering around town he had finally found the place, and he was pretty early he thought, it was about eight thirty. Sawyer didn't think anyone would be there, except maybe a few techies or something, you know, setting up and getting ready. Normally he was never early, more like late to these things, but he needed to get in some practice time, he hadn't picked up his bass since the last gig. With a yawn he walked into the bands dressing room. Since he had his eyes closed from yawning he ended up stumbling over an empty beer bottle and landing beside the very person he needed to talk to. Or rather yell at because he used up all the hot water, and it takes like a day for it to warm back up again. "You sir, are one mean child." vocals stated over dramatically as he picked himself up and say beside the boy. His eyes fell to the piece of paper in Desiderio hand, he snatched it and scanned over it. "Trying to write a song?" he inquired curiously as he grinned at the boy.

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• word count__&& 1039 without codes
  
• Song__&&Thats What She Said
  
• Artist__&&The Firday Night Boys
  
• Notes__&&whoa! my next post will def. be shorter. my first posts are usually long, so yeah =)
  

[desiderio anthony moretti]

Our last time to make stars collide right before our eyes
Believe in everything...everything you've ever known
Reciting words we lost...these years will never be untold

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The whole idea of arriving early was bad on Dezi’s part since, at the present time he was alone. He didn’t mind being alone, when he wanted to be alone. But, he disliked it when he wanted to have people around him. Insane in the Membrane, had the best crew members, and the best band members. Which, is why he liked being around them. Though, he was sure everyone on the tour was awesome, though he had only met a few of them. Dezi was usually quick to judge when it came to meeting people but, he wasn’t that judgmental. Only a little, he pulled out his sidekick as he viewed a message from Antonella, better known as his seventeen year old, baby sister. She was one of his biggest fans, she was always supporting him and the band. Basically, everyone from Insane in the Membrane knew who she was. She wasn’t a groupie of course but, she came every once and a while to one of their gigs. He ran a hand through his hair, before he decided to reply to the text message. After, he replied to the little text message, he closed his sidekick and laid it down on the coffee table, along with his wallet. He didn’t go on stage with his wallet, or phone, it was uncomfortable. His pants were especially tight today, just because that was the only pair he could find at the moment.

He got up from his writing for a second and began to walk around the room, he knew what it looked like. But, it was especially dirty, with empty beer bottles, and the ash tray was full of smoked cigarettes. He thought back on how he used up all the hot water, and how it was very likely he would get yelled at or something. Though, he would have killed to see their faces, it must have been priceless. Who knew how much longer it would be until the water was warm. He didn’t exactly know how long it took, probably a long time, considering he had used most of it. Dezi never had to take a cold shower, and that was the glory of waking up before everyone. He didn’t let people take cold showers all the time, it was just when he was super tired or super cold and he needed a long, hot and refreshing shower. And, today happened to be one of those days, it wasn’t a habit or anything. Unless, he liked the idea of his bandmates taking cold showers. But, since he didn’t then they didn’t have to worry about it. Dezi didn’t think anyone would use up the hot water, and it wasn’t possible, that they would know it was him. Mostly because, he was the first one off the bus which was unusual. He usually took his shower last when everyone had left.

But, today was a rare day when he woke up before most of them. They would most likely be upset but, they could go to the hotel if they really wanted to take a warm shower. Sure, it wasn’t free but, instead of complaining to him, they could rent a room, with hot water. Or they could take a cold shower, and yell at him, any way is fine. He was use to getting yelled at for using up all the hot water, that’s what his step-parents did. But, then again they weren’t exactly his step-parents; they were more like his mom’s last husband, who got remarried. It sucked not being able to know his mother, or father. When he turned three, his mother got remarried after a tragic accident took his father. And, when he was four his mother died of lung cancer. Maybe, she just happened to be overstressed with Dezi and his sister Antonella. Whatever, it didn’t matter anymore, his parents were dead and there was no way of bringing them back. Not like he cared whether they were alive or dead, seemingly since he never met them. The boy took a deep breath in and let it out. It was a lot of noise since, the room was empty besides the empty beer bottles and such. It was basically hard to get wasted without someone nagging him. He did it once, and basically all the crew members nearly bit his head off.

Hearing footsteps in the hallway, his attention left his writing and he listened for a second. He quickly got bored and pulled his attention away from that, and onto his writing. He heard the door open and looked to see who it was, Sawyer of course. He chuckled when the boy tripped over an empty beer bottle. ”Smooth, buddy.”’ He continued writing on the piece of paper; he stopped for a few moments because he didn’t know what to write. ”How am I mean?” Vocals inquired, he didn’t know how he was mean. Then, he remembered using up all the hot water but, it was a possibility that it wasn’t about the water. Suddenly, the paper in his hands was being snatched and now it was being read over. He let out a small sigh, ”i don’t know, i just started writing stuff.” He began to scratch the back of his neck. He waited a few moments then snatched the paper back only to rip it slightly. He got up and walked over to a nearby counter, where he found some tape. Desiderio sat back down and taped the pieces of paper together, on both sides.

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word count; 951 words without codes.
outfit;

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tagged; sawyer.
song; devour
artist; vile
notes; sorry it took so long, my muse died on me.


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