EDWARDS, jameson l i a m

[JAMESON LIAM EDWARDS,]

EDWARDS, jameson l i a m

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hey, isn't that jackson rathbone?

the boys you left[/color][/size]
"are men you didn't raise"

NAME: jameson liam edwards
NICKNAME(S): james
AGE: twenty three
BAND POSITION: bass guitar of sign my heart
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight

the clock is ticking[/color][/size]
"what am i gonna do when the last song's over?"

HISTORY: My life? I'd like to tell you some really long, interesting story. Say there's been some hugely traumatic event in my life that's affected me loads, or that I've won the lottery, or something interesting. But that would be lying, and I feel that this actually requires a few words of honesty..

So, I was born in England. Yes, fuck off, that's retarded. It's a good way to get girls though, they seem to really like English accents. Personally, I fucking love American accents, so it's a win-win situation. Anyway, I was born in Liverpool. Yes fucking Liverpool, it's a shit hole, I know. But I can't help that my parents were poor and chose to live in a very dodgy area..

My Dad worked as a musician for a living.. great job, right? Err, well-paid.. He played in pubs and stuff, he was also a painter. But not like the artist kind, he just painted people's walls. My Mum worked in a nursery, but she didn't have much time, since she had to look after me all the time, and then she got pregnant with my kid sister when I was nearly two.

But do you know what's great? I have an amazing Grandmother. When she passed away, we inherited her house in Gloucestershire, and moved there. I always thought that Gloucestershire would be really posh, especially the town, Cheltenham, that we were moving to. It's where a lot of the royal family live, and there are some majorly upper-class schools there. It wasn't actually as posh as I'd imagined, but it was a hell of a lot nicer than Liverpool. The shops and streets all seemed to be painted cream, and had big decorative pillars outside. We got a lot of her money with it, too, and my parents got decently payed jobs. That was all when I was about five years old. My life improved drastically with that move.

I decided that I sort of wanted to be like my Dad at that age. It was the phase when I was thinking "I want to be a fireman when I'm older" or something stupid, and I didn't understand money at all, so I thought that it was the coolest job in the world. I thought of him as a bit of a rockstar. I look back now and wonder what I was thinking.. he wore a dodgy cap everywhere and painted houses on the side.. So I managed to convince my dad to give me guitar lessons. He was actually really good, and I picked it up pretty quickly. I would say that he told me I was a natural, but that probably meant nothing, since he was my dad and all.

Growing up, I was a bit of a cock. But fuck it, I don't care. I used to sit at the back of buses and shout at the dorks at the front. Mm, how kind of me. To be fair though, they were pretty hilarious with their 80's hair cuts and ankle bashers..

Still, I didn't care at the time. I got loads of girls, and I was pretty darn popular. Hard to believe, really. The crowd I hung around with was a bit dodgy. The kind of people that forced ten year olds to take drugs and then rape them.. Okay, totally kidding about that.. partially. I got into really hard drugs then, when I was about sixteen. Before I'd just gone for weed and alcohol, but I decided that wasn't hard core enough for me. And, well, it wasn't. I mean, I'm me, right? King of the fucking world / Mr Invincible.

I got really pissed off with some guy one night though. Yes, I was drunk. He was pretty much the most popular guy anywhere, and nobody messed with him. But I thought that I could take him on, which if I tried it again, I probably could have done.. Even though he was twice the size of me and black. I mean, the black totally affects everything, swear to God they're always better at everything.. So he pretty much crushed me, and knocked me out.

Next day, I turn up at school and find out that everyone hates me. And that is exactly how fast he can spread shit. I didn't want to be the dork guy that sits at the front of the bus, so I decided that I'd do something to change it.

I fucked the guy's girlfriend. And she was totally willing. I'm not sure why, though, looking back. She was a bit of a slut, I suppose. Or.. it might have been something to do with the drink I spiked. But that's beside the point. As you can probably guess, that made things a lot worse. He actually threatened to kill me. And I believed him, because he was deadly serious.

So before even finishing school (which I totally sucked at anyway), I moved away. To mother fucking America! May sound a bit cowardly, but it was totally necessary, and America seemed to always have better bands. I thought that it would be my big chance, or something and I'd become an instant star.

It didn't quite happen that way.. But I made a bunch of new friends and had a fresh start. It was sort of a repeat of my old life, except I wasn't half as popular, half as well-off, and I didn't get laid every night.

After a few years, me and a couple of guys started a band. We called ourselves Sign My Heart. The name means fuck all to me, but it sounds pretty cool, and other people thought it was really meaningful. They said it was because I'd always fuck girls, and never even know their name, but everyone in life (except me) wants somebody to stay permanently, so they should "sign my heart", and stay in my life.

Or not. I never want that. Fuck love, it's a load of bullshit. The word doesn't even mean anything. I'll never find it, nor do I want to. I just want girls who'll throw themselves on top of me and then fuck off home. To always have that would be my perfect life.

I didn't expect our band to go anywhere, but apparently we're really good, and now we're on tour. Sure, we're on tour with some pretty shit bands beside us, but still. At least that means we're the best act there?


hanging on every word i say[/color][/size]
"move close and i will push you away"

LIKES:
-pizza
-beer
-individuality
-girls
-sex
-jokes
-messing around with people
-gullible people
-making the public believe lies
-playing guitar
-music
-america
-cussing
-getting drunk
-drugs
-being stoned
-being a 'cocky little shit'
-girls who'll come and go
-lightning
-adventure

DISLIKES:
-kill-joys
-salad
-homosexuals
-boring, serious people
-old men
-the law
-takers
-frigid girls
-advice
-listening to other people
-people who expect him to sympathize
-pussies
-animals
-not having money
-mushrooms
-dancing
-classical music
-paint
-art
-Liverpool


spit your pity in my soul[/color][/size]
"my heart is just too dark to care"

NAME: beau
AGE: fifteen
EXPERIENCE: three years
HOW YOU FOUND US: i made you, bitchhh


i can feel you breathing[/color][/size]
"even though you're next to me i still feel so alone"

Ali smiled to herself, and did an extravagant twirl in the mirror. She was wearing a cute high-necked, floaty dress. It reached just above her knees and hung loosely, waving with the impact of her spin. It was a soft salmon colour that she liked to think complimented her pale skin tone.

She was going to go out for a coffee today, completely alone, to do some thinking and just relax for once. She hated all of the buzz of young adults in bands, always with a joint between their fingers and a bottle in their hands. Yes, she did like it in small portions, but when it was the same thing every day she didn't. Additionally, the sight of drugs did often tempt her a lot, and believe it or not, she didn't like that she was addicted.

She hopped over to the window of the hotel that she was staying in to escape her band, and looked out. It was wet, and windy by the looks of it. She was wearing a very skimpy dress that would definitely not keep her warm. She pulled on a pair of socks over her floral tights, and wrapped herself in a big fur coat. No danger of getting cold now.

She walked slowly out of the hotel after returning her key, and trudged along the street, hands in pockets. She loved the sun, and on days like this when you couldn't see it, it made her feel very sad. She just wished that it could be sunny every day, and that everybody could be happy and drug-free..

Pushing her way through the glass door, she fumbled around in her pocket and pulled out a grey purse, which she took a few coins out of, and ordered a mocha. She loved mocha's.. they were like the best of both worlds. She watched as the girl behind the bar filled a mug, and handed it to her. It took her quite a while to do, so Ali hoped that it would taste good.

Ali sat down at a table for two alone, and wrapped her hands around the white and green mug to warm her hands. The icy weather outside really wasn't nice, and she suddenly realized that she was shivering despite being wrapped in a fur coat. Did they not have heating in the stupid coffee shop? She hesitantly sipped at her mocha, testing to see how hot the liquid was. She felt the heat hit the roof of her mouth and the tip of her tongue, but it wasn't so hot that it would burn her.

She smiled at a few of the people who rushed in and sat down, only for the gesture not to be returned. She wondered why people were always so grumpy recently. Or perhaps they always had been, she just hadn't noticed it. Somebody pushed through the door that she thought she recognized from around the area. She couldn't be sure though, so she just smiled, like she did with everyone else, and didn't bother to say anything in case it wasn't who she thought it was.

The wind whistled outside, and Ali noticed that most of the tables were full now. They were most likely trying to escape the rain which threatened to pour from the deep grey clouds above their heads. She looked up at the ceiling, rather than peering out of the window that she was sitting beside, and once again began to wish that you could see the sky from inside.. They sky was so pretty, even on days like this. If she had a good camera on her, she would take a picture of it. She enjoyed taking photographs, especially of the sky and nature.

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