Ranger Billie Jean

@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them.  He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio.  The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all  mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

‘I just love your music.  Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey.  It was great to see your message pop up.  I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much.  It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour.  Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support.  Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

“An armor chip?!” he asked with both genuine surprise and curiosity. “You’re kidding me?” He added rhetorically. “That is actually pretty fucking cool,” he told her with a flirtatious smirk.

Even though he was putting on his charm, he meant it. The things he could accomplish with that. His imagination ran a little while with the possibilities.

“I have actually given guitar lessons on my own before,” he commented when she brought up other avenues for the band to remain charitable. “I was in between albums and tours with some real free time - along with writer’s block - and thought it might get the gears moving if I got out there and did something without a publicity stunt attached. And at the time I was living pretty close to some kind of halfway house for teens so I took my chances. Most of them didn’t even know who I was back then, but two of them took me up on it,” he finished explaining.

Little did anyone know, one those lucky students had gone to become the player for Anatomic Cabs. Their guitar player had been a recent transplant to the house and also the only one who’d known who Gage was - although at the time he was none the wiser that either of his temporary students recognized him. The two had sparked a friendship that day that evolved into zoom lessons and now collaborations between bands.

“Musical work we could totally do, but soccer? I don’t know if any of us would be recruited by Manchester United after seeing us play,” he teased the lot of them. “That’s a real team right?” he asked almost cautiously, having only heard the name in passing from YouTube clips. “Obviously I don’t know much about the sport,” he added with a chuckle. “Maybe you can teach me more one day,” he offered for a second meet up.

"Heh, thanks." She chuckled. "In its base form, it's meant to alter the density-er-thickness, of whatever it's implanted in to protect you. So if you have it in gloves, for example, you could theoretically punch a wall and not hurt yourself. Don't get any ideas." She winked.

"Giving guitar or music lessons sounds like a good place to start. Or you could start your own little music workshops for budding musicians and such. I'm sure you'll think of something. And yes, Manchester United is an actual team. I don't think it would matter how good you were at soccer, though; I think people would just get a kick out of you showing up. You should do what you're comfortable with, though."

"Theoretically, I'm no soccer champ either. I am not fast. I am, however, adept enough at strategy. It's just that I can't move as fast as I think." She laughed. "I could teach you the basics, though. It's a sport I actually find interesting, though if I care about someone enough, I'll let them drag me to any sports game.

@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them.  He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio.  The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all  mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

‘I just love your music.  Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey.  It was great to see your message pop up.  I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much.  It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour.  Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support.  Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

“Inventions and investments, huh? What kind of things do you partake in?”

He was curious what she had come up with. He’d never met an actual inventor before. Yet somehow inventing and investing didn’t seem that far off for her repertoire. Gage sometimes wished he was as smart as someone like Billie, but he also believed that on some level that level of intelligence could also be a burden.

“It’s always good to give back. We’re constantly doing shit to keep our reputation somewhat good. According to our manager we can’t just be known as wild rockstars,” he half joked with a small flourish of his hands.

"Bit of everything. Aside from a few stocks, I'm a silent partner in Zack's recording and dance studio, as well as a martial arts school owned by some friends. I also put in the money to start an independent recording studio with Kira. We wanted to have something where artists could feel like they're not as restricted.

"As for inventions, I've got several-an armor chip that can be embedded in any clothing item-you ever want to punch through a wall, that should protect your hands." She grinned. "I've also got the most inexpensive but powerful itch, rash, and burn relief cream on the market."

She chuckled at his last statement. "You're probably more appreciated than you realize in the community. Maybe you should volunteer or donate to some art and musical pursuits. Or anything with local kids that kinda feel on the fringe of things."

"Also, if any of you like to play soccer, Kira's husband owns a range of soccer camps all over if you ever want to volunteer. You wouldn't think I'd be into that, but soccer is actually very mathematical. I like to visit them from time to time and try and get some of the more academically inclined kids interested."

@tamerofdragns

The sight of a Hydreigon floating above its trainer was enough to garner stares, even in a town where there was a dragon themed gym. A few curious kids were peering up trying to get a look, but kept their distance.

She noticed them and said, "You shouldn't be afraid of him. He's only scary when he's battling or when he's protecting me."

"Mister Raihan says dragons are really tough to train!" one of the kids piped up.

"Sure they are," she replied with a grin. Then she crouched down and said, "But I'll let you in on a little secret. When you get older, you'll find out that as tough as dragons are, they're a lot easier to train than people." She laughed, stood up, and walked to a nearby outdoor stall that sold pokemon treats.

After taking a listen on to the conversation,Raihan smiled slightly and eventually leaned against the nearest wall by the woman.

"Its nice to see that I'm not the only one who enjoys a challenge when it comes to raising pokèmon."

@tamerofdragns

"Not at all. Though he wasn't really as much of a challenge as you might think. I just talked to him like he was my equal, and next thing you know, I've got a dragon that understands physics better than most people I know. That, and he seemed to like the idea of being my bodyguard at science expos and in general. Something about terrifying jerks makes his day."

@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them.  He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio.  The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all  mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

‘I just love your music.  Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey.  It was great to see your message pop up.  I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much.  It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour.  Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support.  Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

He led her off the bus to take a walk around the arena, nodding silently as she spoke. “I haven’t known you very long, but I’m a hundred percent you’re more than just that,” he told her honestly with a softer smile.

She had Kira as a friend after all. It was every day that, for lack of a better word, an outside had a friend at her fame level. Usually, and Gage knew this all to well, it was a lonely existence at the top - most people in his life wanting to either use his stardom to further their own career or to benefit from his financial success. He couldn’t trust anyone anymore.

But Billie seemed different.

She seemd trustworthy. A refreshing welcome change. And a reminder of what life used to be like.

“So what does the life of Billie look like besides science and math?” he asked genuinely curious.

"Well, I know I am most days," she admitted. "It's just that sometimes the way the world looks at things, it makes it hard. But maybe we all feel like that sometimes, right?"

His question makes her laugh, and she said, "well, like you've seen, I do spend a lot of time rapping and touring with Kira. Sometimes I don't even perform-I just go along and help manage things. There's also various inventions of course. I've invested in various business ventures of other friends, so I'm a silent partner in many of their pursuits. I only get a small percentage of the profits, though. I don't need any more than that."

"I also try to volunteer and donate to charity when I can. Kira's husband organized a series of soccer camps, so sometimes I'll help the less athletic kids develop a liking for the game. Soccer is actually very mathematical in some ways-you just can't tell many soccer players that."

@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them.  He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio.  The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all  mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

‘I just love your music.  Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey.  It was great to see your message pop up.  I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much.  It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour.  Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support.  Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

“What can I say? We work hard and play harder,” he said simply in agreement.

The devil certainly was in the details. Half the time Gage didn’t remember the destruction, the black out drunk nights many, but thankfully his pockets were deep and he could cover just about anything his compromised mind could muster. Most of the time anyway. There had a few times when the media’d been handsomely paid into secrecy - although Gage very much doubted they got rid of all aspects of the juicy stories.

“Definitely. Definitely, ” he told Kira. “I’ll let the bigwigs argue over the semantics. But it’ll for sure be fun,” he added with a smile. “So, I hate to be an asshole, but care if I steal Billie for a minute. Not that I’m not enjoying the collab, but I wanna get to know the lucky fan who won our v.i.p. contest,” he continued smirking knowingly Billie’s way. “I promise to get her back to you in one piece,” he finished playfully, standing and offering a hand to help Billie follow.

"Okay, but if we're ever touring together, you're paying for the trashing," Kira joked to him. "But I totally get it-I'm gonna go check out that mini recording studio you have back there-I might be able to whip up something. She grinned and waved before excusing herself.

"Or you could just make another song about how superficial most people are," Billie mused. "I mean, you can never have too many of those either. I actually didn't expect to win this, by the way. Usually the only things I win are math and science awards. Not that those aren't something to be proud of, it's just that I'd like to be seen as more than one thing. " She fell silent and took his hand, following him.

@tamerofdragns

The sight of a Hydreigon floating above its trainer was enough to garner stares, even in a town where there was a dragon themed gym. A few curious kids were peering up trying to get a look, but kept their distance.

She noticed them and said, "You shouldn't be afraid of him. He's only scary when he's battling or when he's protecting me."

"Mister Raihan says dragons are really tough to train!" one of the kids piped up.

"Sure they are," she replied with a grin. Then she crouched down and said, "But I'll let you in on a little secret. When you get older, you'll find out that as tough as dragons are, they're a lot easier to train than people." She laughed, stood up, and walked to a nearby outdoor stall that sold pokemon treats.

After taking a listen on to the conversation,Raihan smiled slightly and eventually leaned against the nearest wall by the woman.

"Its nice to see that I'm not the only one who enjoys a challenge when it comes to raising pokèmon."

"Hm?" Billie turned and gave Raihan a slight smile. "Oh, you're not the only one at all. Even a disobedient or wild pokemon is easier to deal with than most people-or at least for me they are." She chuckled. "They're also much better listeners, even if it does take them a while to do as you say. Hydreigon and I spent a lot of talking and just getting to know each other before any official training."

@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them.  He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio.  The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all  mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

‘I just love your music.  Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey.  It was great to see your message pop up.  I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much.  It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour.  Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support.  Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

“I don’t know,” he started skeptically. “We’ve been known to trash a few hotel rooms in our time.”

Not to mention a few groupies and tour buses along the way as well. The boys were rowdy at their best, but when drugs and alcohol became involved they were chaotic and unpredictable. There were more than a few times they should have died and Gage himself had had more than one visit to the reaper during an overdose. Sadly it still wasn’t enough to keep him away from the pull of addiction - despite what his sponser would say.

“Cool and real,” he told her honestly. “There’s so many wolves in sheep’s clothing back home. It is exhausting constantly having to play along with their facades. It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t mind if I take off the mask a little.”

“I think we can work something out,” he said, momentarily leaving them to grab his phone. He pulled up his manager’s number and scribbled it on a napking for Kira. “Have your people call my people,” he said with playful knowing.

@billiejeannooneslover

@myriadxofxmuses

"Doesn't trashing hotel rooms come with the territory for a lot of musicians, though?" Billie grinned. "I mean, no one I know has that I know of, but it happens. I suppose people just get out of hand sometimes. Or maybe sometimes one needs to destroy something, and that's valid. Of course there's the matter of property damage afterwards, but the devil's in the details."

Most people Billie and Kira had traveled with were fairly clean when it came to things like drugs and drinking. Alcohol was involved on occasion, but if someone got too out of hand, Billie would just avoid the situation. Kira had her ways of bringing people back in line.

"Definitely," Kira agreed. She took the number and pocketed it. "It's been done a lot, but we could do one of those 'be true to yourself' songs. Maybe you guys could start off in my style, maybe even dress low key. I start off in yours, and at some point mid song we hit the 'wait, this isn't me,' part and switch back to normal. It'd make a great video, I think. Course there's lots of other ideas we could do, too. Like telling a story of what's real and what isn't. No need to do just one thing."

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@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them.  He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio.  The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all  mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

‘I just love your music.  Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey.  It was great to see your message pop up.  I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much.  It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour.  Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support.  Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

“Don’t let tonight deceive you,” Gage told her with a smirk. “We’re pretty lowkey now, but we’re also just past the mid point of our tour. Even God himself needed a break, so you caught us on our days of rest. So for now, chill is the perfect word. Give us a few days and you might change your mind,” he joked with a small chuckle.

Facts. The boys were usually party animals. And right now, save for Silas and his never ending libido, they were more like meek lambs. But the truth of the matter was, by this point on tour they were all just worn out and wanted some rest. But the show must go on, so they did their job and retreated back to the sanctuary of a tour bus and relaxed. Give them a solid weekend to sleep, however, and they’d be right back to their mischievous ways - some habits harder to break than others.

“You know, given the response out there, you should consider a collab,” Gage offered Kira. “And not that I’m biased or anything, but we would love to be the ones to break you out into the metal scene. Not only would you already have access to our fans, but then Billie would have an excuse to come see me more,” he added playfully.

“No, but seriously,” he continued with ease. “You should talk to your manager about it. I think it’d be a good move for you. It’d at least be a plot twist no one saw coming.”

"I've seen soccer players throw some wild parties," Billie drawled. "Though usually I retreat from such things unless I have a proper escort." She winked at Gage. "You're all entitled to a break, though. Everyone needs one, though sometimes we all need to be reminded." She paused and grinned at Gage. "I had no idea I made such a good impression that you'd invite me back. Does this mean I'm...cool?" she joked.

Kira, meanwhile, pondered Gage's words and finally said, "I suppose I wouldn't object to it if we could blend both our styles in song. Maybe I could start off and end with something slow and you guys could rock out in the middle. Or, in a real twist, we could do a style swap. I'll even toss in a scream or two. As long as something of my style is in there somewhere, I think we can work something out."

@tamerofdragns

Just outside Hammerlocke, there was the roar of an angry Salamence. It was headed straight for the city, and might have gotten there if a young woman in a lab coat riding a Hydreigon of all things hadn't cut it off.

"Hydreigon, Thunder Wave."

"Okay fine, Dragon Pulse."

The two dragons traded blows for a few minutes. Anyone watching might wonder how Hydreigon's rider wasn't knocked off. In truth, she had a special harness-though by now she was used to her pokemon's movements enough to hold on.

After several minutes, the Salamence roared in frustration, then retreated back in the direction it had come.

Hydreigon landed and allowed its rider to climb off before flying up into the air to hover above its trainer.

"Good job, Hydreigon. I'll get you some treats in town."

Up high in Hammerlocke, Raihan saw the whole thing. He was going to go down and help out. But, he wanted to see if this woman could battle the Salamence well enough to not need his help. And well..yeah. He was actually rather impressed. He wondered if the two of them would cross paths in town. Raihan had a few questions for her.

@tamerofdragns

The sight of a Hydreigon floating above its trainer was enough to garner stares, even in a town where there was a dragon themed gym. A few curious kids were peering up trying to get a look, but kept their distance.

She noticed them and said, "You shouldn't be afraid of him. He's only scary when he's battling or when he's protecting me."

"Mister Raihan says dragons are really tough to train!" one of the kids piped up.

"Sure they are," she replied with a grin. Then she crouched down and said, "But I'll let you in on a little secret. When you get older, you'll find out that as tough as dragons are, they're a lot easier to train than people." She laughed, stood up, and walked to a nearby outdoor stall that sold pokemon treats.

Alright yall I need your help. I’m getting into D&D in the deep end I’m creating a campaign. Now I need help getting back into the creative writing/Rp mindset. ( I’ve gone logical. The fucking horror lol ) so what I need from you guys is prompts and not just for Tommy but any of my other accounts. I’ll have them all comment in the notes. They may take a bit for me to get out but I will get to them.

For those of you wondering about my campaign I’ll happily let you in on what I’m doing if you wanna ask ( I’ll even make a discord channel if any of you wanna help me out either with gm tips or just letting me bounce characters/ideas off you)

@fivetimesaranger

HI! Good to hear from you!

I only know enough about D&D to understand memes and jokes, but you're welcome to bounce ideas off me anytime! As for prompts, let's see if I can come up with some:

Tommy:

Tommy has to deal with Virgie muse (@sonicspsychos) crashing the Forever Red party b/c she's friends with Aurico and he invited her. (Or it could be post-Forever Red where he's like why were you here again?)

Tommy/Dr O having an uninvited Psycho Ranger guest because Virgie was hurt in the woods or something. (honestly this could go for Ethan and Zack too)

Also Forever Red/post Forever Red: My Charlie muse from @spdcadetsandcrew that remained good crashing the party with Bridge or Sky.

Zordon trying to wrap his head around the fact that there's a semi-good psycho ranger.

I'm sure I have more, and I have way more characters than Virgie, but I've just been feeling her lately.

@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them.  He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio.  The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all  mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

'I just love your music.  Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey.  It was great to see your message pop up.  I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much.  It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour.  Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support.  Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

“Nah,” he told her honestly. “Nobody listened to me until the band got big and I used to love it. Now I just wish I had some of my anonymity back,” he admitted freely. 

He glanced at Silas as he walked by with a girl on each arm, disappearing down the small  hallway to their bunks. Gage couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. When the two men met back in high school and decided music was going to be their way of life, he’d sworn to bang a new girl in every city. And only slightly to Gage’s surprise he’d kept his promise. 

Liam sat across from them, chatting up another fan, and Adam took his usual place next to the driver. He loved to see the open road. Gage looked around the bus and was genuinely happy that his life had turned out this way - despite the drawbacks of fame, he was content. He turned his gaze back to Billie and hoped she could fit in to all of this one day. 

Until then he would just enjoy getting to know her.

“So I gotta ask, given your tastes in hobbies and music, why answer the call to message us?”

"Same," Kira replied. "Though I did get lucky and a friend of my history teacher's owned a cyber cafe where all the kids hung out. I got to play music a lot there, so that was something. After that, I spent a lot of time making cheesy radio commercials in New York before I got a recording contract."

Billie watched the other band members for a second, then grinned. "Why not? I like your music, and I figured that if you didn't respond, I'd just have Kira's people call your people and arrange something. I'm usually kind of afraid of talking to new people. I figured you guys would be more chill though...that's the word right? Chill? As opposed to meeting Madonna or something."

"Plus, if you'd been rude to her I'd have screamed at you," Kira added.

"And let me tell you, she can put death metal singers to shame," Billie said. "I swear it's only safe to listen to on a recording."

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Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them.  He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio.  The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all  mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

'I just love your music.  Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey.  It was great to see your message pop up.  I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much.  It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour.  Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support.  Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

“Nah,” he told her honestly. “Nobody listened to me until the band got big and I used to love it. Now I just wish I had some of my anonymity back,” he admitted freely. 

He glanced at Silas as he walked by with a girl on each arm, disappearing down the small  hallway to their bunks. Gage couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. When the two men met back in high school and decided music was going to be their way of life, he’d sworn to bang a new girl in every city. And only slightly to Gage’s surprise he’d kept his promise. 

Liam sat across from them, chatting up another fan, and Adam took his usual place next to the driver. He loved to see the open road. Gage looked around the bus and was genuinely happy that his life had turned out this way - despite the drawbacks of fame, he was content. He turned his gaze back to Billie and hoped she could fit in to all of this one day. 

Until then he would just enjoy getting to know her.

“So I gotta ask, given your tastes in hobbies and music, why answer the call to message us?”

“Heh.” Kira laughed. “It does get to be a little much sometimes. I have a secret weapon, though; my husband is very, very good at whisking me away from everyone and everything when I need a moment. Not everyone has that, though.”

“And for the ones that get too personal, well, there’s always itching powder.” Billie grinned widely. Then she shrugged in response to his question. “Why not? Other musicians are fun to talk to. Plus I like your music, so it’s a win win. I actually hesitate to converse-er, speak with people due to my extended vocabulary and people’s tendency to lose interest when I go on too long. But most of the musicians I’ve met in passing are pretty-what’s the word? Chill? You’d be surprised how long one can talk to both rappers and death metal musicians about quantum physics.”

“Most musicians are more polite than most people, except the ones that are divas and full of themselves,” Kira added. “There’s always those few.  I try to weed out the ones that I know will be problematic meeting. You guys are cool, though.”

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