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Post by harry scheszinski on Jul 8, 2009 15:18:58 GMT -5
You Can't Control This Beat ---------------------------------------------
Harry rolled over onto his front, his long piano fingers touching the pages of the tabloid newspaper in front of him. He hadn't brought himself to read it yet, simply more content to just lie in the park. So far, he had managed to keep himself hidden from anyone, or rather everyone, that might recognise him. It wasn't that Harry didn't like the fan encounters; quite the opposite really. Schez would appreciate any support for Lock Down Denial, especially considering the amount of stick they get from the other bands on the tour. He didn't mind really, it was all in good fun. Harry looked through his blue ray ban style glasses at the people also lying lazily around the park.
The weather was being pretty amazing for the most part. London really could get hot when it wanted to and so usually called for everyone to sit around without tops on at the slightest chance of sun hitting their bodies. It did amuse him for a short time before he normally realised he was doing the same thing. Saying that, Harry was in his usual skinny jeans but donned a casual red and black button up shirt. Luckily people wore much crazier things in this city so he hardly stuck out too much. Reaching forward, Harry stretched, his back clicking before he looked up to his friend beside him and he rolled onto his back again. "I'm starving." Harry declared although it was really no surprise. He was always hungry. For the amount he ate, Harry really was quite small. He stood at a height of 5 foot 6 which admittedly was not that big, but it was who he was and a main attribute to how he was known.
Harry rolled his head and opened his eyes a little, noticing two pairs of shoes stood in front of him. With raised eyebrows he looked up into the faces of two girls who glanced between him and Stella, mirth in their eyes. Sitting up easily, Schez brushed off the funny look because sometimes the fans got a little insane when they met them. "Alright?" He said, greeting them with a grin. They returned the hello in the form of a small giggle before a pen was moved in his direction along with... a shoe? "You don't mind signing my shoe, do you? Their my favourite..." One of them asked with a slight blush and Harry shrugged. "No problemo." With a flourish, the pen marked the converse and then he posed for a picture when they asked him too.
It was only after a short conversation with them did he watch as they handed the shoe to Stella to sign. The grin still plastered on his face, Harry couldn't quite figure out why. Politeness perhaps? He wasn't being rude, it was just she didn't always quite get the attention that the rest of the band did. "Go on, sign away." Harry encouraged slightly, glad that he could have the light hearted banter with one of his closest friends. With him being the keyboardist and Stella being the keyboard tech, it was inevitable that they would talk and get to know one another. No-one truly expected them to become close to best friends. Things happened. It helped that they were both so alike too in their personalities so they very very rarely clashed on much. Harry's arm slipped behind her naturally. He was very much a close contact person and always had been so the touchy feely nature of him was no shock to anyone, which made the extra giggle the two girls give off even more surprising. Harry didn't say anything about it though, just guessed it came from their excitement. Bless.
Status: Finished
Tagg: Stella
Notes: Told you i'm rubbish at starters.
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Post by stella kroes on Jul 8, 2009 16:47:10 GMT -5
sit back, gotta catch my breath
Stella sighed, enjoying the fact that she had a lazy day and that Harry didn't have to be in the studio or rehearsals or whatever it was he normally had to do. It wasn't that she didn't like her job or anything like that. No, she loved it, honestly. Who in their right mind wouldn't? She pretty much got an all-access pass to everything Lock Down Denial did, which was amazing as far as she was concerned. Being the keyboard tech, she got into all the shows and everything free, got to stay backstage, meet the other bands, and pretty much just chill around until she was really needed. It was far from a bad job, nothing compared to the secretary gig she had before this, but she still appreciated her days off. Who didn't, after all?
She glanced up at Harry, propping her chin up on her arms she had crossed and had been laying her head on. He seemed to be pretty fidgety and wound up for someone who was trying to not be noticed in a park where everyone was laying around like lazy bums. Not that she really cared when she was out with him and fans came up to him. She wasn't ever recognized as she wasn't one of the band members. There were the few die hard fans who could name all the techies and roadies and everyone involved with the band, but they were few and far between, which Stella believed to be a good thing. It always freaked her out when people came up to her out of nowhere, going on about how they'd kill for her job and nonsense like that. She found it to be only slightly creepy when she was recognized without one of the guys from the band around. The people like that were one step below stalkers, as far as she was concerned.
"You're always starving," Stella said with grin as she rolled onto her back and sat up. She crossed her legs as she shook the grass out of her blonde hair. "You want to go get something to eat later?" Her thoughts of lunch were distracted by a pair of girls walking up to Harry and giggling when he greeted them. She was always caught off guard by how everyone seemed to be so star struck around the guys at first, though she had a bad habit of forgetting that Lock Down Denial was the band of the moment, one of the biggest things in the music industry. She always thought of them as the guys and forgot everyone else wasn't as lucky as she was to be around them all the time and get to know them. Either way, she smiled at the girls when they glanced over at her and stood up, running her palms down the front of her jeans to smooth them out. It was a good thing she had gotten used to being invisible whenever fans showed up or else she might have thought it rude how they tended to forget she was around.
Stella snickered under her breath as he was handed a shoe and a pen, shaking her head slightly. What happened to having pictures or a piece of paper signed? It made more sense. Besides, who really walked around with a pen ready and no paper? That didn't make any sort of sense to her, but it was whatever floated their boat, obviously. She took the camera from the girls after he handed the shoe back and snapped the picture of the three of them, once again used to being the one being asked to do such things. It was pretty much old hack to her and she just got to where she's offer to take the picture before the person could even hand her the camera. Why not just go ahead and beat them to the punch? She handed the camera back to the girls and let them decide that the picture was suitable before she shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans. Her blue eyes drifted around the park, not really paying attention to much of anything going on around her. Needless to say, a surprised look crossed her face when the shoe and the pen was handed to her and the girls asked her to sign it.
Taking the shoe and the pen, she was very tempted to ask the girls if they even knew who she was before shrugging it off after Harry said something. Oh well, they'd figure out it wasn't someone famous who signed their shoe later when they showed it all to all their friends and had to explain why some chick named Stella Kroes's signature was plastered on their shoe. She handed the shoe and pen back as they started giggling. Stella looked at them, obviously confused, before sending a sidelong glance at Harry. Her gaze returned to the girls and a small grin graced her lips. "So, what's so funny?" she asked politely, suriousity getting the best of her. For all she knew, there was something on her face or something like that, though she was sure Harry would have said something about it already.
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Post by harry scheszinski on Jul 10, 2009 7:42:56 GMT -5
You Can't Control This Beat ---------------------------------------------
Harry decided not to make any sense in his reply to her comment on him being always hungry other then a simple 'mmm'. Any talk of food and the keyboardist was happy, even more so when Stella suggested that they go and get some. Well, he wasn't going to deny that any time soon. "Food sounds perfect right now." He knew his metabolism was too die for but it also meant that Harry was eating all the time, even on stage sometimes. It had become almost legendary and down right weird if a picture was taken without him holding some sort of chocolate or bacon sandwich. Even the thought of it make his stomach rumble a little but his attention was diverted when the two girls approached where they were both lying down. Harry felt almost bad for ruining a good pair of Chuck Taylor's with his signature but they had requested it so he wasn't going to deny them. Licking his lips Harry had sat up and crossed his legs underneath him as he did so. He grinned at Stella as she took the camera almost automatically, he felt kind of bad because it had been quite peaceful and no doubt his fidgeting had noted the girls of who was sat here. Never the less, Harry couldn't dwell of the past and turned a little to wrap his arms around the two girls as they crouched down to get a picture with him.
As usual, Harry pulled a face, his mouth tilted in it's usual unique way but he winked at the camera, completely over the top. Some musicians never pulled a face and almost always smiled but Harry just saw it as boring. He would remember when he had pictures of famous people only to forget them after so long because they weren't that special. The inclusion of a pulling of a face would make it special for the fan, as well as showing that the band had some personality which was a big aim of his. The last thing Schez wanted was to be classed as boring, both the band and/or himself. Only then did he watch Stella take the shoe with the same confused look he had but it quickly turned to amusement on his own, glad that the techs got recognition sometimes. They worked just as hard as the band did and to Harry, he was grateful beyond words for that. That had also been a good reason as to why Schez had been able to talk to Stella because he didn't want her getting the wrong idea about him, and in fact found they were similar in many ways. He needed people outside of the band too, even more so the ones he could relate to a lot.
Harry sat back the position he was before, he arm looping very loosely along the floor and behind Stella. He liked the closeness of anyone that was willing but he returned his gaze to Stella beside him when she shot him a glance at the two girls giggling. He was about to ask why but Stella beat him to it and so settled for tilting his head and scrunching his nose a bit so his sunglasses didn't slide down before he pushed them up quickly. Harry didn't resist the hand that wiped at the corners of his mouth just in case there was something there that he hadn't been told about but realised if there was it was a lost cause. A picture had already been taken. Great. Still, they kept giggling and Harry brought his legs closer, one arm resting on them gently. "It's just we're happy for you both, that's all. More then everyone else is." Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing even as one of the girls leaned in a bit. "We say there just jealous." Well, Harry couldn't deny her courage. Normally, fans were shaking, screaming or babbling nonsense when he met them although she wasn't too far off the last one considering he had no idea what she meant.
Schez sent another unreadable look to Stella as the girls skipped off, both grasping the shoe between them. Now he was just confused, and hungry. Shutting his eyes briefly, he turned his head to the tabloid behind them and grabbed it before resting it down between the two of them. This was the only explanation he could think of. Skipping the best parts, (such as the page 3 girl) without a second thought, he came to the entertainment section and sure enough, his ugly mug shone back at him on the front which pointed to another page. "I have a bad feeling about this, Stel." Flicking the page slowly, he went to the indicated one and raised an eyebrow before letting out a slightly nervous laugh and looking at her. "Hey, girlfriend." Sure enough, the center piece was a lovely photograph of the two of them leaving the host club last week, holding hands. It hadn't meant anything, just the paparazzi had managed to separate the two of them in a sea of people before so Harry hadn't wanted that trouble again. Leave it to the tabloids to spin it into something romantic. The other thing of course was the fact this was one tabloid out of about twenty in London alone. No wonder there had been some funny looks whenever they went anywhere together.
Status: Finished
Tagg: Stella
Notes: Sorry it took a while. The computer
ate my first post ~cries~
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