I'm writing a story...
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Kirst-ehhh
Epic Kirsty
Nah...I was talking about selling the baby.
It's a boy. This means there is a higher market in China and you should put it on the Chinese eBay
xx Kirsty
It's a boy. This means there is a higher market in China and you should put it on the Chinese eBay
xx Kirsty
Nah...I was talking about selling the baby.
It's a boy. This means there is a higher market in China and you should put it on the Chinese eBay
WTF why are people so random today??
how about Japan ebay? they love firewind there, someone will snatch it up the day it goes on ebay! XD
florimel
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haha yes of course, although i was thinking of selling it to a big TV channel for more money!
Kirst-ehhh said:
LMAO
^^That's a natural human reaction when hearing such things being said about a baby!Oh and in greek we say 'you are a malakas'. in plural it's 'malakes'. that's why i said that, but that's ok, we can say it in the english way so that we don't get confused...
come on LJ, we need a little more of your precious story! we've got a lot of action yet to see/read!
haha yes of course, although i was thinking of selling it to a big TV channel for more money!
LMAO
Oh and in greek we say 'you are a malakas'. in plural it's 'malakes'. that's why i said that, but that's ok, we can say it in the english way so that we don't get confused...
the greatest scandal in fucking metal history! XD oh, so it's malakes. i see...dang, i can't even get one word of greek right, how the fuck to learn the whole language?!i just randomly noticed this: you're JL i'm LJ!!
Bob was leaned back in his seat, asleep and snoring a little. Petros and Flori were snuggled together in a corner seat, Flori was sleeping. Kirsty was seated on Apollo’s lap, her head on his shoulder, his right cheek on her forehead. Mark and Katie were the only ones not sitting close together, they had JL as a barrier between them.
The train ride seemed to go on forever (but really it only took six hours). By the time we arrived at the station in Athens, it was pitch-dark even with the streetlights on. All of us unloaded the cases full of instrument pieces, and we had to walk half a mile to the show venue. It wasn’t that convenient, but this was the closest we could get to the venue.
When we got to the venue, there was only around two hours left for both setting up and doing sound check before the show started…holy shit. Everyone was running around, plugging things in here and there, arranging stuff this way and that. I got to help Mark out with putting the drums together (one drummer working with another is the best). JL, Flori, Katie, and Kirsty were all just sitting around, not wanting to be in the way. But, it needed more than two people putting the drums together, so I called JL to get off his ass and help Mark and I.
With three people setting the drums up, it only took a whole hour. That being due to there being so many damn pieces…I doubted if Mark even used half of all the pieces! When we were done, Mark asked me, “Wanna give it a go?” Eagerly, I jumped up, my knees cracking from the sudden movement. I climbed onto the riser and sat on the stool. Just picking up the sticks gave me a sense of power. I took them and stared at the huge set before me. Shrugging, I just began playing what I thought was Falling to Pieces.
The train ride seemed to go on forever (but really it only took six hours). By the time we arrived at the station in Athens, it was pitch-dark even with the streetlights on. All of us unloaded the cases full of instrument pieces, and we had to walk half a mile to the show venue. It wasn’t that convenient, but this was the closest we could get to the venue.
When we got to the venue, there was only around two hours left for both setting up and doing sound check before the show started…holy shit. Everyone was running around, plugging things in here and there, arranging stuff this way and that. I got to help Mark out with putting the drums together (one drummer working with another is the best). JL, Flori, Katie, and Kirsty were all just sitting around, not wanting to be in the way. But, it needed more than two people putting the drums together, so I called JL to get off his ass and help Mark and I.
With three people setting the drums up, it only took a whole hour. That being due to there being so many damn pieces…I doubted if Mark even used half of all the pieces! When we were done, Mark asked me, “Wanna give it a go?” Eagerly, I jumped up, my knees cracking from the sudden movement. I climbed onto the riser and sat on the stool. Just picking up the sticks gave me a sense of power. I took them and stared at the huge set before me. Shrugging, I just began playing what I thought was Falling to Pieces.
i just randomly noticed this: you're JL i'm LJ!!
lol
you are my opposite!so no more porn for now
ok let's see what's next there!lol
so no more porn for now
fucking random that i noticed!
more porn later on in the story! seriously, i wrote it out already, i just have to post it!
LJ you can also start writing the story with the forum members... with lots of firewind! and tons of sex!!!
.....
Gus turned around, expecting to see Mark banging away at the drums. Instead, Gus saw me. Looking down on him, our eyes met, and I paused to wave, grinning. Gus was too surprised to wave back at first. He looked over at Mark standing beside me. Mark shrugged, so Gus looked back to me and NOW he waved. I rolled my eyes and got up, leaving the sticks where they’d been before. I jumped back down onto the regular, level stage. I walked over to where a few guitars were resting in holders. I went right to the red one. Staring in amazement, I slowly reached out to touch it. That’s when I felt a hand--Gus’s hand--on my shoulder. I stopped and pulled my hand back. Gus reached around me, took the guitar, and handed it to me. “Oh,” was all I said. I knew Gus was smiling. I slipped the chain and leather strap over my shoulder.
I turned around. Giggling, I asked, “How’s it look?” and struck a pose, putting my fingers near the end of the fretboard and getting down on one knee, guitar held high. Gus must’ve thought I looked pretty damn funny, because he actually giggle-snorted and almost tripped over his own feet. There came another equally strange sound from behind Gus. He turned his head, seeing Bob had actually spat his Ouzo out that he was about to swallow. His chin and nose were dripping, some of his hair sticking to his cheeks.
“Time to stop messing around, it’s a few minutes before the show starts!” Apollo yelled loud enough for everyone to hear. Kirsty, Flori, Katie, and JL all hopped off the stage and took spots in the moshpit area. I, instead of joining them, retreated back to the area in the shadow where the spare guitars were. Carefully, I slipped the red guitar off and put it back in its place beside Bob’s other guitar.
Gus turned around, expecting to see Mark banging away at the drums. Instead, Gus saw me. Looking down on him, our eyes met, and I paused to wave, grinning. Gus was too surprised to wave back at first. He looked over at Mark standing beside me. Mark shrugged, so Gus looked back to me and NOW he waved. I rolled my eyes and got up, leaving the sticks where they’d been before. I jumped back down onto the regular, level stage. I walked over to where a few guitars were resting in holders. I went right to the red one. Staring in amazement, I slowly reached out to touch it. That’s when I felt a hand--Gus’s hand--on my shoulder. I stopped and pulled my hand back. Gus reached around me, took the guitar, and handed it to me. “Oh,” was all I said. I knew Gus was smiling. I slipped the chain and leather strap over my shoulder.
I turned around. Giggling, I asked, “How’s it look?” and struck a pose, putting my fingers near the end of the fretboard and getting down on one knee, guitar held high. Gus must’ve thought I looked pretty damn funny, because he actually giggle-snorted and almost tripped over his own feet. There came another equally strange sound from behind Gus. He turned his head, seeing Bob had actually spat his Ouzo out that he was about to swallow. His chin and nose were dripping, some of his hair sticking to his cheeks.
“Time to stop messing around, it’s a few minutes before the show starts!” Apollo yelled loud enough for everyone to hear. Kirsty, Flori, Katie, and JL all hopped off the stage and took spots in the moshpit area. I, instead of joining them, retreated back to the area in the shadow where the spare guitars were. Carefully, I slipped the red guitar off and put it back in its place beside Bob’s other guitar.
The regular lights went dim, the multi-colored stage-lights came on in bright greens and reds and blues. Everyone assumed their positions--Gus to the left of Apollo, who was in the center, Petros to his right. Bob was behind the keys, his main guitar laid at his feet. Mark was seated behind his drums, twirling a stick back and forth through his fingers.I was still seated by the extra guitars, watching the stick being twirled and wondering, “How the heck does he do that?” I’d tried but yeah…couldn’t get it, obviously.
Looking past Gus, I could see my friends motioning for me to quickly run and stage dive before Firewind started playing. I shook my head. What was the worst that could happen? Then I remembered the first time I’d stayed onstage…my hair had got tangled in Petros’s bass strings. Apollo had had to untangle my hair. Gus had had to take over singing duties for the rest of the song. The only thing to make that memory pleasant was hearing Gus’s voice on its own…and it had been one of the most beautiful things ever. I now stared right at what was perhaps 6 feet away from me, right in my field of vision… Gus’s ass.
Mark glanced over at me, and then at what I was staring at. When he looked at me a second time, I looked at him too. We were both smiling. But that doesn’t mean I was planning to do anything to Gus, now does it? I was just enjoying the view, innocently. I knew that if I disrupted another show like I had the first one in Thessaloniki, I’d be in serious trouble with the guys…and thousands of other fans too. I probably wouldn’t make it out alive even…
Looking past Gus, I could see my friends motioning for me to quickly run and stage dive before Firewind started playing. I shook my head. What was the worst that could happen? Then I remembered the first time I’d stayed onstage…my hair had got tangled in Petros’s bass strings. Apollo had had to untangle my hair. Gus had had to take over singing duties for the rest of the song. The only thing to make that memory pleasant was hearing Gus’s voice on its own…and it had been one of the most beautiful things ever. I now stared right at what was perhaps 6 feet away from me, right in my field of vision… Gus’s ass.
Mark glanced over at me, and then at what I was staring at. When he looked at me a second time, I looked at him too. We were both smiling. But that doesn’t mean I was planning to do anything to Gus, now does it? I was just enjoying the view, innocently. I knew that if I disrupted another show like I had the first one in Thessaloniki, I’d be in serious trouble with the guys…and thousands of other fans too. I probably wouldn’t make it out alive even…
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