Starry Eyed [Adam]

[bree]

"Look. I'm not in the mood for this." the blonde said into her phone, shaking her head and sighing frustratedly. "I'll blame you when I completely die up there, okay? Okay. Bye, Ma." She ended the call quickly, and flopped into one of the bar stools in a kind of despair, constantly glancing at the small stage opposite the bar. After kiddo was born, which would be really soon, she would be going back to work. And where was work? On that stage. In front of everyone. Where she was most likely going to make a huge fool of herself. Her mother was trying to convince her that it would all be good, that she was amazing... but she wasn't. And she never would be.

Why, how, did she even get this job in the first place? The optimistic side of her was saying that Zachariah must have seen something in her that he liked, or else she wouldn't have been hired. The rest of her? Complete fluke. She was absolutely certain that she'd just gotten lucky, and that the first time she got on that stage would be the last. Unless she found some kind of spell that would make her incredible, she was doomed. She'd never be able to show her face here again, maybe not even at school. Investing in a paper bag seemed like a wise option.

Sighing, and shaking her head, she kept eyeing the stage somewhat warily. She didn't even know what she was doing at The Gateway. She'd originally gone to visit Pan, and whine about having to come back to work to her... but the sorceress' ears were safe for now. Bree couldn't whine. She couldn't moan. She'd gotten herself this job in the first place, so there was no complaining that could be done. But each second she stared at that stage for, the more her worries just grew and grew. God, this was bad. How could she get around this?

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Adam!
Notes: Listening to YMA6's Starry Eyed :3
Lyrics: Stuck On You by Paramore

[adam lee maddox]

So, the sorcerer had come to the conclusion that he needed to get an actual job. Why? Because when Adam’s mum left her clan to marry his dad, she had nothing and so they had to live on the money that his dad owned and earned. Which wasn’t so bad, he was a relatively well-off man and when he died, that money went to Adam’s mum. Fair enough. But over the years - despite Adam having tried to help by doing small odd jobs for people, car washing, dog walking, paperboy, dish cleaner (all before he started attending Northvale Academy and stopped working) - with the living expenses, what it cost to bring up him as well as pay for her next fix…well, that seemed to eat away at the money and over the past couple of months he had discovered that before she died, the money was running very thin. Not nearly enough to pay for all the bills he had to pay for the house…so, he needed to start working again and had gone on the hunt for a job.

Now, being a musician, when he had heard there was an open slot at The Gateway for a Musician he was all over that shit. Adam had seen the music manager, Zachariah, many times before seeing as the teenager had made himself pretty much a regular around these parts and after auditioning, well, Zachariah was understandably impressed (because Adam was made of awesome) and gave him the job.
Plus, the fact that a handful of his friends also worked here was a bonus because what was better than spending the night doing something you love with people you enjoy to be around? Okay, maybe there was quite a few things, like food, sex, alcohol, a good sleep in…but spending the night doing something you love with people you enjoy being around was definitely in the top ten best things.

Walking into The Gateway, with his guitar case in his left hand and a dying cigarette in his right, he took a long drag on the cigarette and held the toxic smoke in his lungs for a moment as he scanned the bar. He exhaled when his eyes landed on a familiar face, Bree, a friend he had made not long after first coming to Northvale and who was in the band too but currently on maternity leave. A grin formed on the corner of his lips as he walked over to where she was seated by the bar, she seemed to be pretty fixed on staring at the stage so naturally, Adam held his cigarette between his lips and waved his now free right hand in front of her vision “Earth to Bree”

[/b] He chuckled before putting his guitar case down, taking up the seat beside hers and putting out his cigarette in one of the provided ash trays.
“’sup babes?”[/b] He asked, his eyes travelling down to her large pregnancy bump for a moment. From what he recalled, she was about to pop soon…he just prayed to whatever God existed that she have the little kid here because Adam would definitely freak the fuck out.

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Notes

[/b] **********omfg pure ramble post...but Adee!~[/i]
Tagged[/b] **********Bree![/i]
Song[/b] **********Transylvania – McFly[/i]
Credit[/b] **********Destie[/i][/center]

[bree]

Okay. Yeah. The faerie knew what to do now. Instead of staring helplessly at that stage for any longer, she would just get up, walk out of the bar and tell Zachariah that there had to have been a misunderstanding in the first place, that surely she wasn't good enough for this job. Maybe he'd appreciate her honesty and be able to find someone to fill her position permanently. It was better than constantly calling in sick or just not showing up at all. Sure, she would have missed the experience, and yes, there might not have been any of her own money coming in, but... at least she would be happy. Wouldn't she?

She sighed. She couldn't just quit. She was ashamed of herself for even thinking that she could. No. She may have wanted to, but she couldn't. Bree Oceanus was not a quitter of any kind. Besides, she hadn't even tried it yet. She couldn't knock performing at all if she'd never had the nerve before. She'd gotten the job, yes. But all the times up until maternity leave, she'd made up stories about Freddie being sick, or her being sick herself. It was a miracle that she hadn't been fired. But anyway. She needed to stop being a wimp, and start doing something. Or she would forever wish that she had.

But how? The very thought of her on that stage made the blonde shudder. She knew that somehow, someway, it would go horrifically wrong. She could mess up lyrics. She could forget to do warm ups and end up squeaking. She could fall off of the stage. Each possible scenario played in her mind over and over, until she was absolutely positive that she couldn't do it. She'd just have go find Zachariah and talk to him.

She internally sighed with disappointment. So much for Bree Oceanus not being a quitter.

But, before she could even move, a hand was waving in front of her face, making her jump in surprise. She totally didn't squeak though. Nope. That would have been stupid. She looked up to find the owner of the hand, her blue eyes wide. But, no. She needn't have worried. It was only Adam, one of her few close friends. The pair got on well, so she thought. She liked Adam, anyway. He was a nice guy.

She shaped her lips into a funnel, and blew cool air up her face in relief, ruffling her golden curls slightly. "Fuck's sake, Adam," she scolded the wizard half-heartedly, giggling weakly at herself. "Damn near gave me a heart attack." Why didn't people warn her when they were going to do that? It was a bit irrational of her to think that, really, but still!

At his question, her eyes wandered momentarily to the stage again, before she shook her head and looked back at him. "Nothing much," she said. "Just... y'know... back to work soon." It didn't sound like a big deal, the way she said it. But, hell, was it a big deal. To her, anyway. Might not have mattered much to anyone else, but it mattered to her. She just wanted to know how in the world she was going to be able to perform again.

And that was when she saw it. In Adam's hand, he held his guitar case, which sent her mind wandering. Why would he have his guitar? It was a bar, there wouldn't be much use for it. She frowned in confusion, before pointing to the case. "... Adam," she started, "I know this is going to sound like a really stupid question... but what's with the guitar case?"

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Adam!
Notes: She's silly. *shakes head*
Lyrics: Stuck On You by Paramore