( just forget this )

[cameron delaney greene]

SHE'S FRESH TO DEATH, SHE'LL BE THE DEATH OF YOU

cammie wondered what the hell she was doing here - in this office, in this city, in this state. everything was new here, and this job? she wasn't sure she could handle it, to be honest. it wasn't the work load she was worried about - no, she had gone to school full time while working at an internship forty hours a week - it was these boys that she had read about that she was extremely wary of. she had done her fair share of googling, trying to figure out what exactly she had gotten herself into when she had agreed to take this job, and everything she found made her want to stay in new york and try her luck at finding a new job. she'd discovered that down over dover had partying habits, and that was fine, she could handle keeping a handful of boys in line and out of trouble, especially since they were legal to drink and couldn't really get into that much trouble anyways. then she discovered that the majority of them had whorish tendancies, flirting with everything in sight, supposedly sleeping with fans on every tour. she honestly didn't understand how musicians got away with this kind of thing, because that would never fly in the real world. if she had the balls to sleep with a bunch of clients at the magazine she was previously working for, she'd most likely be fired or worse - be put on mail room duty. not that she ever had to worry about anything of the sort, because she had a strong work ethic and had ever since elementary school.

the office was nearly empty - it was two pm on a saturday, and she supposed the office wasn't usually open on the weekends. she had just flown into town that night though, and had arranged a sessin to officially meet the members of down over dover, so she could actually know the people she would be managing for the next few months. she wasn't sure how they were going to react to a new manager - she wasn't sure why the old one left, or was fired, or quit. either way, she was a little worried she wouldn't be taken seriously, because after all she was only a year older than the eldest of the two members. she was also a short, seemingly soft spoken blonde who didn't exactly look like she belonged - so she didn't exactly have any advantages here. sure, she had grown up with a couple of younger brothers (by marriage) and was assigned official babysitter whenever the hell her father decided she should, but that was different. she was aware that down over dover already had a pretty solid group dynamic, being friends for so long and all, and she wasn't sure how she'd gain any authority over them. her boss had assured her that they were nice boys... but she wasn't quite sure he would have warned her if they were complete nuisances either. she was regretting checking up on them after all, because the facebook group titled 'ive seen griffin buellers dick' wasn't really something she wanted to think about when she first met the lot of them.

the blonde stared at the clock and reshuffled the papers currently clenched in her fingers, trying to find any sort of busywork to keep her hands busy for the next five minutes. "if they show up late as some kind of powerplay, i swear to god" she mumbled under her breath, pushing the papers away before she wrinkled them even more. cammie sighed and rose from her chair, walking over to lean on the front of the desk while she waited for the delawareans to show up. her eyes flicked up to the clock once more, staring as the minute hand ticked away. she zoned out, reciting her mental check-list of tasks to do today once more. call ups and ask about the status of her belongings, pay her first month's rent, scope out ikea for good deals on furniture. she wasn't exactly raking in the big bucks yet, and neither one of her parents came from much money. she wasn't bad off though, and was a spectacular saver when she wasn't splurging on shoes. she had been living on her own since she was eighteen, with pure financial indpendence if you didn't count the support from her scholarships. this was a different story though - back home, her mom's house was a twenty minute drive from her apartment, and her dad's was another five minutes in the other direction. if she had an emergency, she could always give someone a phone call and they'd be there to help within the hour. out in california, however, she knew nobody. she had never experienced true independence before, and while it was nice, it was also giving her the worst anxiety of her life. she figured that after today, though, everything would be smooth sailing, the worst would be over. as long as they showed up on time.

I CHOOSE YOU, STEPHACHU.

[ANTON DAVIS THOMPSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-color: #fafafa; line-height: 85%; padding: 5px] i knew from the get-go you were in it to win it. who called meetings on a saturday?! okay, anton wasn't really that mad about it, but anton was pretty simple minded when it came to the necessities in his life - and the majority of that list of said necessities was sleeping. getting the alert and email informing him a few days beforehand from their agency telling him that he basically had to give up hours of sleeping in in his own bed on a day where doing work while not on tour was pretty unheard of, on his schedule at least, and only because him and the rest of his band pretty much ran on the same off-tour lazy schedule. it was like telling a kid that they couldn't get a cookie from the cookie jar until they cleaned their room. yeah, this meeting, it was on that level in his mind, as childish as it may have sounded. unlucky for him, he was the only one that was available for this thing, even though he was usually the person out of all the members of down over dover who actually enjoyed the things that needed to be done officially, the one who would always take care of all the important stuff that needed to be taken care of. and on the flip side, anton was basically the ghost manager of the band, except not really. he wasn't so sure that their new manager had known that he was the only one who would be coming out to the skyshot offices today, or if he or she would be pissed off at the fact that the other four members of his band were either not in los angeles this week or just flat out didn't want to go. well, that was mostly griffin, since he knew that he was out pretty quick after practice yesterday and that only meant he was probably seeing a girl. oh well, it wasn't out of the ordinary for all of this to happen anyway. but still, he wished he had gotten more sleep - the red bull during his sudden burst of inspiration last night was working against him in the long run. he got out of his car and walked across the parking lot, smoothing his hair a little before idly styling it up again in its usual stand up as he made his way across the pavement. it was probably a dumb idea for him to be wearing black today knowing the way the los angeles sun had always started to bear down on the people of the city at around this time every day during the summer, but oh well - it was a light v-neck and it was simple style coupled with comfort that worked in his favor today. hopefully he didn't have much to do, or that the person he was about to meet in the next ten minutes wouldn't need much impressing. after all, he was pretty sure he didn't have a bad rep out there aside from the truths of how weird he might have been whenever people had met him - and hopefully their new manager would have a tolerant sense of humor to understand how he was. the truth agency wasn't a bad setup for the artists signed to the two conjoined labels - it made all of this stuff easier, he guessed, and it was able to mix friendship with business. which was pretty key when it came down to touring with a manager, they needed to get along in order for shit to really work out. their last tour manager, greg, was a friend of theirs that they had toured with before who had traded in his mic for the business side of the industry, and the only reason why they had lost him was because at their age he wanted to make another trade in for college, and unlike most of them he wanted to finish what he had started before. anton admired him for that decision and of course he wished him the best and still kept in touch, but greg knew that even though they had talked about his own possibility to get back into the student game, anton would never really be able to do that, since his heart was in this whole music thing and probably always would be. maybe he would be a manager in the future. but not in the near one. as he pulled the door to truth's offices open, he almost walked into one of the arm chairs in the lobby because his sunglasses were still on, and anton looked around in embarrassment before he sprinted up towards the elevator. okay, maybe it was good that it was a saturday since no one, if anyone, was here right now. he checked his iphone as the lift brought him up to the second floor, pulling up the email again to recall the name of the person he would be meeting. something with a c, he remembered but not really. he scrolled down more. oh yeah, cameron greene. that was pretty ambiguous. it didn't hit him til that moment to think that their manager could potentially be a girl - though it was kinda rare aside from the few tough-skinned gals around that took no bullshit from anyone, it was definitely possible. but he didn't really know many girls named cameron, in fact he didn't know anyone at all. the doors to the elevator opened and anton strode out and down the hallway, towards the conference room since, well, this person was probably expecting five people as opposed to one. without knocking - hey, the door was cracked open - he walked in through the door, casually with his hands in his pockets. "sorry i'm late - i think i'm a little late...?" he started, and anton stopped in his tracks halfway down towards the head of the conference table as he saw the petite girl sitting in front of him. oh. "are you uh, cameron?" he asked hesitantly, almost not really paying attention to what he was doing as he reached for one of the eight leather swivel chairs out from its place up against the edge of the table. okay, he might have been staring at her a little bit too much for the first moments of this whole meeting, but he couldn't help it for two reasons - one, she was a girl, and he wasn't expecting that, for real; and two, she was actually pretty, not to say that he wouldn't have expected her to be if he had known that she was a girl. and because of that he was kind of regretting looking very simple today. anton averted his eyes quickly to try and avoid the potential labelling of being a creep as his first impression, fidgeting with his hands and then his phone as he pulled it out of his pocket before sitting down. oh crap, he hadn't even said who he was yet. "i'm anton. anton thompson. guitarist." he held out his hand, hoping she wouldn't look at him like he had a disease or something as he held out his hand in an offer of the introductory shake. "it's just you and me, by the way," he added carefully, bracing himself for a potential disapproving tirade by choosing to stare at the papers below where she was resting her hands against the surface of the table. he mustered as best of a charming smile that he had, showing he was kind. "but i mean, i think you'll find eventually that you'd rather talk to me than the others though." for tati. 1272. shorter replies ftw but i hate coding

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[cameron delaney greene]

SHE'S FRESH TO DEATH, SHE'LL BE THE DEATH OF YOU

cammie stared at the clock, grinding her teeth as she waited. it was an awful habit, but it was better than other's way of dealing with stress. she took a few deep breaths, trying to learn to not be so uptight. honestly, this was the most nervous she had been in a very long time, and she forced herself to focus her eyes on something other than the hour hand hitting the two. she knew deep down that this wasn't the end of the world - a couple of minutes late to a meeting that she had just called a few days ago wasn't a huge deal, although as each second passed she kept overthinking this entire day. she couldn't help but to think they were doing this on purpose, trying to make her sweat. she wasn't usually the type to play the victim, but from all of the mixed reviews she had heard about the boys, it was understandable. she was glad there was a girl in the group though, at least they should have some common ground there, as long as she didn't act like another one of the boys. cammie reached behind her and grabbed her coffee off her desk, taking a sip to calm her nerves, which were totally getting the better of her. she noted that this coffee sucked - she needed to remember to visit starbucks on her way to work, because company coffee just wasn't cutting it, especially with her addiction to java that had replaced her smoking habit.

she turned around and set the cup back on her desk, and when she looked up, there was a boy standing in front of her. well, not a boy, although she did admit he had a very young looking face despite the huge eyebrows. her eyes darted from him to the clock, back to him, locking eyes with him - she was going to show him and the rest of these boys that she wasn't afraid of them, even though she was tiny and didn't look like she had a very mean bite. "its fine." she lied, her tone short and a little annoyed. she looked around behind him - surely the rest of the band would show up in a few minutes, probably sending this one up as a scout to see if she was crazy or something. she had to keep in mind that she was employed by them, and even if she was the one getting them to places on time, organizing their shows, and working with different sponsors and vendors to get different contracts and such, they still had the ability to fire her. she pursed her lips, realizing she would have to play nice, even though the fact that they were late was probably one of her biggest pet peeves. "cammie. call me cammie." she replied cooly - she really needed to fix the header on her email address, this cammie/cameron confusion was probably going to happen more than once now that she thought about it. most of the people she had met that shared her name were boys, and she hated the fact that her parents had given her a unisex name, especially since she always got that look of surprise whenever someone met her for the first time.

she could feel his eyes on her, and she averted her gaze, walking up to the table to take the seat across from him. well, this was awkward. she knew she wasn't hideous, and she had been in situations where she had been checked out before... but this was weird. he stopped playing with his hands and reached out to her, and she took it politely and gave a firm handshake, knowing that the simple act of a handshake could tell everything about a person. "nice to meet you." she answered with a small smile, hoping she could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. "oh... where's everybody else? i thought i was going to be meeting with the entire band today, to go over paperwork and such..." she asked with a frown, clenching her jaw tightly - this was giving her a headache. he spoke again, and her lips curled into a sort of half smile as she cocked her head to the side - was he trying to hit on her right now? she would definitely have to inform this boy of her no dating co-workers policy, and yes, that definitely went for people who employed her as well. "uhhh... yeah, sure." she cleared her throat awkwardly, pulling the papers in front of her, eyes skimming their titles once more. "so... before we get started, i guess you should probably give me the downlow on you guys, and what your plans are. since i honestly don't know much about you guys, with the exception of -" she paused for a moment. would it be embarrassing to say with the exception of what she had read on google? "- what i've heard from people around the office." she finished. that was much better. cammie brushed her bangs out of her face, looking up at anton once more.

I CHOOSE YOU, STEPHACHU.

[ANTON DAVIS THOMPSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-color: #fafafa; line-height: 85%; padding: 5px] i knew from the get-go you were in it to win it. anton wasn't gonna lie, he was a bit taken aback at what he came to find in the conference room. sure, it was one thing to come in to see a girl, but it was another to see someone as good looking as her. then again, he probably shouldn't have underestimated her height or how cute she might have been in his eyes, being the fact that she was practically masking her dagger glare with something a little less intimidating. or maybe he was just making that stuff up? she corrected him right away once he spoke her name, and he felt like kind of a puppy being told it was a bad dog. "oh, okay, sorry. cammie. cammie it is. that's pretty." okay, well, at least she was playful enough to have a less formal name. "i mean, your regular name is pretty too, don't be ashamed of it." oh shut up anton. her hand shake was pretty firm, and he was pretty impressed with the grip she had for a lady. "it's nice to meet you too." running his hand through his hair, he leaned back into his seat after it was all done, eying her as she spoke, but not in a creepy way. it was a little awkward in the room, probably cause she thought he was checking her out - maybe he would make it a point eventually that he was really bad at that kind of shit anyway so she didn't really have to worry about him coming on to her... well at least, for now. he was pretty bad at reading signs, and crushing on girls was really not something that was on his list of things to do in life right now. they were here for business, and he could tell that she was the type of person who actually really meant business. like all the time. he crossed his legs beneath the table and folded his hands in his lap, absentmindedly looking around at the decor of the room. it'd been a while since he'd been here, and anything that could take his attention off staring at the girl in front of him was good in his book. he was starting to feel really uncomfortable about how much she struck him, cause a) it had barely been five minutes and b) this was pretty unusual for even him. "everybody else pretty much sucks," he said with a slight laugh, and the statement was half a joke and half a serious remark. from the looks of the start of this meeting, this was going to be a long one, and anton foresaw that he would spend the majority of the time trying to explain why things were a certain way, like his band mates and their habits or something. at least that's what anton was good for, clearing things and the air up, and trying to dissuade anyone from listening to whatever they heard from the blogs. making a weird face, he reached for one of the bottles of water that were neatly place in the center of the table and cracked it open, taking a long and drawn out sip to hydrate his dried throat and make his voice sound less disgusting. leave it to the agency to always be so hospitable and to leave him a prop to give him an out, like those twix commercials when you need a moment. "we're an east coast band on an off-tour schedule at the moment so i mean, everyone's scattered around, you know? and since this thing was pretty last minute some of us couldn't make it back to los angeles on time." he paused for a moment, meeting cammie's eyes. she looked a little mad, he could tell, and she was definitely staring at him like he was a baby. or wait, was she staring at his eyebrows? "i'm not blaming you, by the way," he added quickly - the wrath of a girl was something he liked to avoid on a daily basis. "i know things are probably weird right now but i'm glad you called for this meeting to happen since i heard we're heading out soon?" he hoped she validated that rumor, since well, he only heard it from another friend who worked at relapse and he was defiitely itching to get back out on the road. he scratched his head a little bit, shaking his head thereafter. "i'm pretty much the only one out of the band that like, chooses to live the majority of my off time in california. griffin is probably the least reliable out of all of us, and i don't really know much of what the rest of them do when they're back in delaware. but like i said, we're probably gonna be dealing with a lot of the official stuff together, since i'm basically the band's chosen rep or whatever for stuff like that." anton cleared his own throat, taking another sip of his water and looking down at the papers that cammie was shuffling around. "haha, well, you tell me? you seem like you're the kind of girl who actually likes to do her homework before coming to school." biting his lip, he rested one of his elbows on one of the arms of his chair, propping his head up as his fingers rubbed at his temple. "i mean, even if you don't know much about the band, what have you heard about us, or me?" he asked, curious and noticing she hesitated a little bit. that couldn't mean anything good if she had to think about it for a second. anton sighed a little bit, shaking his head in response to that. "i don't think people around this office would have too many bad things to say about us, cause most of them are our friends," he began, matter-of-factly, "but i really want to know what an outsider thinks." at least he wasn't bullshitting - the guys and girl in his band were generally well-liked around here, and a lot of the managers at truth were already acquaintances at the very least from whenever they were on the annual tour with the full label roster on it. regardless of her answer, he continued. "but anyway, the band is just. pretty much the biggest passion that we all have. if we didn't have anything else in common, if our personalities clashed too much, we have the band and the music to bring us together. our goal is to keep doing this as long as we can. making music and other people happy for as long as we have fans, too. they're the ones we do this for. i've known my mates since high school and we all agreed that this was going to be our number one priority, cause you can't be here and like, slack your shit off since that's not how music works. and despite all the things we might do seperately, we do put this band first. or at least, i like to think we all do." he laughed a little bit. "as for me, i'm just a guy. and i'm not as idiotic or crazy as people say i am, cause i guarantee you've already heard that about me, correct?" yeah, he would count on it. his blue eyes looking at cammie a little less seriously, anton shrugged, playing with the cap on his water bottle for a minute before stopping. "that's basically the gist of it. unless you want some more details about everything and everyone else in the band. i could tell you their dark secrets." he leaned in closer against the table, looking at her attentively after the next thought in his head. "so, trade off time now? tell me about you, cammie. since we're going to have to be sharing personal space a lot this summer if you're going on tour with us... you do know you're gonna have to do that, right?" he hoped she was set for that. and he hoped she didn't think he was weird. for tati. 1345. wah i suck at keeping short but i like them

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[cameron delaney greene]

SHE'S FRESH TO DEATH, SHE'LL BE THE DEATH OF YOU

cammie blinked back at anton as he rambled about her name, trying to figure out whether she should laugh or not. he was cute, like a five year old who had missing teeth and shoes on the wrong feet. she wasn't quite sure if she was making him nervous, or if he was this awkward all the time... but she wasn't a big fan. she didn't really need to become best friends with down with dover, she just needed them to trust her enough to listen to her decisions and follow through with their commitments. "uh, thanks." she answered, hoping he would stop babbling about how pretty her name was. she was never good at this whole flirting thing, but was always good at discouraging it - most of her female friends back in new york poked fun at her for it, because she was a horrible wing woman. she was always amusing whenever they went dancing though, because she could make any guy flustered in under three seconds if she tried. then again, when she was in the flirting mood, she knew how to whip out the cute smiles and girly laugh. she nodded at him, watching his eyes wander around the room. she turned her head slightly to look at what he was looking at, realized there was absolutely nothing going on behind her, and cleared her throat to bring his attention back to her. while she found it a little weird that he was staring at her, it was also better to get this pointless meeting over with as fast as possible - maybe she could still catch a movie with some of her new friends.

of all the answers she would have expected, the one he came up with was dead last on the list. she cocked her head to the side slightly, waiting for an explanation - obviously, down with dover was a unique band, otherwise the entirety would be sitting in her office right now, not just anton the ambassitor. as he explained the situation with the band, she started to get a little offended again - it wasn't her fault she had to call this meeting - and obviously it showed a little, because he corrected himself quickly. she tried to relax her furrowed brow, because the more she tensed up, the more he seemed to ramble on. she felt a little bad, because she seemed to be making him a little bit nervous. "mhmm." she had in fact heard they were going on tour soon, as the rumors of griffin's conquests and anton's flirting habits were posted directly under the new tour poster that had been released a few days previously. the forum had almost one hundred posts, and she wondered just how many people thought of down over dover as a bunch of mansluts - to her, it seemed like the whole fanbase knew what was going on. "lovely." she spoke through a smile, mostly sincerely even though she knew it sounded of sarcasm. it sounded as if anton was the most reliable out of the band, and she could handle a little bit of awkward flirting as long as he was on time next time - she knew she'd have to deal with this griffin problem, because unreliable people drove her absolutely insane.

the blonde laughed a little - the first time he had actually made her laugh with him, not at him. "yeah, that's definitely true. prepared could be my middle name." the smile on her face faded when he asked her what she had heard about the band though, trying to think of a quick lie. "you seem nice enough." she shrugged, hoping a loose compliment wouldn't be enough to encourage him to give her one back - she was awful at accepting compliments, and always had been. people always seemed to use them to manipulate others around her old office, and she liked them much better when they were rare and genuine, rather than handed out like candy. "just stuff. it doesn't matter, i'll form my own opinion about you all over time." she replied coolly, eyes darting around the wall behind him, afraid to make eye contact lest he see how much the things she had read actually influenced her. she listened closely as he talked about how passionate they all were, and she cracked anoher small smile during his little inspirational speech. maybe she could get along with them all after all, as long as they really were as dedicated to the music as anton made it seem. maybe this job would end up being a breeze, and summer would be over faster than she knew. she heard rumors that a job in new york would open back up in the fall, and now all she had to do was survive a few months in this loud, hectic tour environment that was coming soon. "mm, yeah. i guess i've heard that you're a little... uh... peculiar?" she tried to find the least offensive adjective in her vocabulary, and hoped he wouldn't push it any further. "well, their deep dark secrets aren't any of my concern unless it affects my job. i'm not here to make any best friends, just to get you guys organized and help your tour run smoothly. you can keep your skeletons in your closet, i won't be checking up on you that much." she replied, her small frame scrunching together in a half hearted shrug.

"me?" she asked, noticing how blue his eyes were as he stared her down. "yeah, i guess i never thought about that." the idea of sharing a bus with a bunch of boys and one girl did not sound like her idea of fun, although if the one girl in the band could do it, she could too. as long as she got her personal space, and as long as the general area stayed tidy, she could handle it. after all, she could always just rent a hotel room if things started driving her too insane. "i'm cammie, from new york, and i'm your manager for now. that's all you really need to know." her words probably seemed harsh, but she was trying to get him used to the fact that she didn't share personal information with co-workers. even at the magazine, no one except her two closest friends even knew what her parent's names were, or what her favorite color was. she found it easier to do her job when there were less distractions, and she had found that people were less likely to talk to you if you didn't really talk back. "now, there's some paperwork for you to sign, and i'd like to keep your guys's rider on file, so if you know that, write it down. a couple of the other managers filled me in on the tour dates, so if you could just check them to make sure there's no conflicts, and... yeah, that's where we'll start." she took the papers from next to her and tapped them on the desk to align them once more, and then turned them to face anton, pointing out the lines where he needed to sign.

I CHOOSE YOU, STEPHACHU.