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Post by BRYAN CALVERT on Jan 30, 2009 21:49:36 GMT -7
i never knew, just what it was,
about this old coffee shop i love so much. [/size][/center] Bryan was just laying around his room, bored. There were no good shows on and if he wasn't careful, his mother would invite herself and the terrible two over. Truth be told they were terrible, but it was Bryan's reasoning for getting out of the house. He really was just tired of laying around. You'd think a music producer would have a more exciting life, but Bryan was supremely boring to most people. He was trying to figure out how to be more bad ass mean guy like, but he wasn't quite mastering it. He sat in his red Lexus convertible, his first present to himself after working with Fearless.
He drove around town a couple times before deciding to stop at the coffee shop. People might start looking at him weird if he kept driving around the same stops. He was getting tired of the town, and the faked up scenery. If only the people would loved this place, and ached to live here knew. It wasn't all that exciting. Not for Bryan anyway. But you also couldn't really say that he tried very hard. He liked to let people come to him. He stepped out of his car, leaving his hat on. His hair was slowly growing back from the last time he cut it, and he had horrible bed head that he hadn't felt like doing anything wth.
He walked into the coffee shop, which was surprisingly, moderately empty. He passed the guys walking around the shop with cameras on the streets. If that wasn't obvious, he didn't know what was. Thank God they didn't snapshot him. Bryan often thought he wasn't well photographed, but truthfully he looked just fine in pictures. He walked up to the counter to see, another surprising thing. There was no line. Maybe it was just a lucky day. He looked at the menu of girly sounding coffees. So this was why he never ordered anything here, or Starbucks. "Uh, grande vanilla latte please." He handed the girl one of the new five dollar bills he was obsessed with. "Keep the change." He hated change, but yes, unlike most celebrities he'd seen, Bryan carried "small" bills. He didn't see the point of credit and debit cards. Debit cards, he'd gotten one in case he ran out of cash but credit cards freaked him out.
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Post by rea avalon gibson on Jan 30, 2009 22:12:03 GMT -7
 my oh my, my alibi restored my pain''
People always think of Los Angelos as the city of oppourtunities.. but to a person who grows up in the area Los angelos is nothing more than home. Even for Rea she could never imagine herself leaving California. It was the only place she knew. She lived in her simple apartment with a city veiw and liked her beachside days where she'd bake in the sun before scoping the surf. She was a classic californian, though missing the bleach blonde hair. No, not all Californians are blondes. The brunette had woken up that day and decided to visit The Getty before heading around town. She liked to visit the art museum just for inspiration. She'd sit there and read a script. It was an hour drive but yet was worth it. On her way back she drove around LA, finding herself thirsting for some hot tea. Her throat felt even drier as she passed by men with cameras, people who were looking for a celebrity to spot. Rea didn't hate the paparazzi..
She just was annoyed by them. Most were friendly, but some were nosy and somewhat of pervs, especially to a pretty model. The twenty-two year old groaned, avoiding the small mass of people as they surged towards a store entrance, obviously spotting prey. She gnawed on her bottom lip, stepping on the brake of her favorite navy blue 65' Shelby Cobra Mustang. It was dream car she never expected to actually own. The stop light seemed to linger, because when a car next to her pulled up and started yelling her name she simply laughed and waved and decided on turning. She swerved into the opposite lane and took a sharp turn before finding a somewhat quiet looking coffee shop. Perfect.
The girl checked her face in the mirror out of habit, making sure her smokey eyes were still smokey and that her eyeliner hadn't faded. Her hair was curled and styled in it's normal way, the locks of soft dark brown falling mid back. She was dressed in a cream colored lace and chiffon tube top that flowed slightly, giving her chest somewhat of a push. Her leather bomber jacket was thrown over in an attempt to harden the somewhat sweet looking top. That morning she had struggled to fit into the True religion dark navy skinny jeans, basically jumping around her room for a little while; the tighter the better. Rea strode into the coffee shop, glad that she didn't have to hide her face behind her black raybans which she now tucked onto her sweetheart neck-lined top. Rea absentmindedly spun the keys to her car on her finger, her blue gaze taking in every single thing it possibly could as she looked around. She settled in line, eyeing the pastry cabinet.
The brunette was a little bit spacey when she tried to move forward and accidently stepped on her own sandal, causing herself to fall forward a bit, bumping a young man. Clumsy was something Rea used to describe herself sometimes, but that was something that rarely happened to her. She just actually tripped on her own feet.
notes; None/crappy, sorry
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Post by BRYAN CALVERT on Jan 31, 2009 16:27:39 GMT -7
i never knew, just what it was,
about this old coffee shop i love so much. [/size][/center] Bryan turned around to see who had bumped into him. He wasn't mad or anything, it wasn't like someone had accidentally shot him. Never cry over spilled milk. He turned around to see a gorgeous girl who had tripped into him. The clumsiest were always the cutest, and that would mean Rea was the gorgeous of all. Which, she was, that was a fact hard to deny. He knew her barely, only in passing with glances and waves. "Trying to trip me?" He always playfully and smiling. She was probably more keen on tripping herself. He stepped the side of the line that had now formed to wait for his latte.
He hadn't planned to run into anyone today, he had expected everyone to be working. He was somewhat intent on today being an alone day, but Rea's was one person's company he didn't mind. He always wondered what she was like. Of course, you read interviews but everyone can lie. It was what he always told his mother when she mocked Paris Hilton. He smiled at her and attempted to make a joke. "It's Rea, right?" he said while tilting his head a little to the side.
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OOC it was fine (: sorry this isnt very good.
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Post by rea avalon gibson on Jan 31, 2009 17:41:47 GMT -7
my oh my, my alibi restored my pain''
Rea looked up, expecting someone who she didn't recognize. Of course, when Rea thought of Bryan Calvert she had similier thoughts to what other young woman do. Gorgeous, single, player. It was all a plus, including his confident smile. the whole situation was strange, since out of all places to actually meet the young and famous music producer she never expected it to be coffee bean. The brunette stood up straight, brushing some stray strands of dark brown out of her face before a mischievous smirk disturbed her features. trying to trip me?
"Couldn't help myself, you set yourself up for it." She responded in a smooth manner, her cheeks tinged red lightly just because of how idiotic it was.The brunette stepped up, ordering herself an iced green tea before looking back over at him through her icy blue gaze.
It's Rea, right? What he voiced a second time made her chuckle lightly, before she shook her head. "I'm insulted, really. " She stated back, only kidding though which was evident from the playful smile on her face. Sometimes she wished many people didn't know her name, though the pros overtook the cons in the business.. Pretty much everyone viewed as being famous a blessing but sometimes Rea took it as a curse, even though she was thankful for what she had."Do I know you?" Another mocking joke. Rea didn't mind the flirting, since he was pretty good looking, and not only that but single and her age.
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