Post by TRAVIS ROBERT COVINGTON on Jul 2, 2011 12:07:05 GMT -4
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #4e7c71; border: 7px solid #a08869; width: 400px; height: 600px; -moz-border-radius: 15px 0px 15px 0px; line-height:85%; align: center] yeah, we took too many shots, think we kissed but i forgot. work was fucking stressful as all hell. back when he was seventeen, back when the band was going somewhere, he pretty much swore to himself he wouldn't ever have a nine to five, because he thought the opportunity to do what he loved would last forever. with the closeness of his friend group, he of course was going to take the hiatus hard, even if he pretty much knew it was coming anyway. a year had passed since his touring life stopped and he moved on from being one of two frontmen to an almost big-shot owner of a record label of his own, and some people wouldn't really have recognized travis from how much he had grown as a person from the experiences. no longer immature and (that much) crazy, it seemed that he had become a new person from the job he held now. just like every other person out there. not to say he wasn't happy wth his life and the way it turned out, because it was far from it. but if anyone knew travis covington, while his seriousness took the forefront in the face of running shit the right way and his way, his heart was in the music and making it happen - once for himself, and now for other people. he sat in his office late this night, spinning around slowly in his high-back swivel chair that made him look super important. he was taking a break from drafting some more contracts, he looked around the room to note the atmosphere of his office, how accomplished the different certified album plaques from the weekend theory and then those from bands on his label made him look. well, at least his career validated everything in high school that made everyone a non-believer in music industry - he was definitely making a bigger salary than his teachers and peers were now, that's for sure. whatever, he should really stop complaining to himself in his head, it made him feel crazy and stupid since really nothing was wrong in his life. at least it was one thing that didn't change about him - his overdramatic thought process. when exactly was it that he had changed? he contemplated and compared himself to the people he knew all the time, especially those close to him. he felt like he had lost his flair in a way, since part of his personality was dedicated and married to his own music, and it kept him on top of his carefreeness. it wasn't actually that he was a completely different person than he was a year ago, it just felt like he supressed himself more in the face of pressure and responsibility, because with this business there was no time for fun or games like you could fuck around on tour. zeppi hadn't changed that much at all, except in his opinion she had toned down and probably got prettier with age. which was weird, because it was zeppi he was talking about. nah, he wasn't gonna go there. emily had remained the same, her own maturity that was beyond the rest of them having its chance to shine out more than before now that she was married to his best friend and mother to his child. and well, ethan... come to think of it, travis was jealous of ethan for still getting to fuck around without much consequence, since he made it a point to be that way with everything and it was easily written off as 'ethan being ethan.' like with the stack of asscheek photocopies that were sitting in the recycling bin across the room - that was chalked up to his best friend being the moron he was. shaking his head, travis bit down on the pen in his hand, his foot continually being the focal point of his body's movement as he toed the floor to continue his chair spinning. he was actually itching to get out, but the responsible voice in his head was telling him to get it done now rather than save it for tomorrow. travis stopped spinning in his chair and took a glance at the clock. ten at night wasn't even close to being late for him in general, but it was late enough to be at the skyshot office. whatever, he could finish it all tomorrow. he checked his iphone sitting on top of a bunch of press kit packages he had yet to open, looking at his new messages. three from ethan, one from his mother, a few from random friends at home, and another from athena. he touchd the screen at athena's name, his eyebrows raising as he remembered that she was in town instead of nashville for her band's break time, and he texted a proposition. a&k? let's get sloppy. she never turned down a chance to get shitty, and while he shut the lights and grabbed his shit and locked the doors to the offices, he knew that regardless of how long it took her to reply to him at all, she'd be there one way or another. after thirty minutes and a stop at home to change, travis was already in a car to the main strip of los angeles and hollywood. he busied himself with back and forth banter through text with athena - she was sassy and unlike a lot of the females he'd met during his tenure as a musician she actually had some real spunk to her that set her apart from everyone else. she was a girl in a guy's world, but she could outdo anyone without really trying, not to mention she actually could go shot for shot with him and shit. and after a string of failed relationships, it was kind of obvious that travis was going to change his m.o. and play the field for a while like he used to. and with athena, to say they were a thing was sort of something both incorrect and an understatement - the label on their relationship was casual if anything, good friends who could be good fucks if they wanted to be, and hey, he was on the market so it was time to get back on the game. it didn't hurt her relationship of being in one of the bands signed to his label, and it didn't hurt his for having some sort of personal interest in her, and in the end it worked out for as long as it would be allowed to. who cared, anyway? the ride to downtown wasn't bad and it was a trip he frequently paid for, so after three years of living in l.a. he already knew the drill and it was effortless. and well, at least he wasn't a fucking idiot who would drink and drive. arriving at the bar he frequented so often, he walked into the darker atmosphere, the place filled with people from the same crowd he was used to seeing that was typical of a friday night just before midnight. luckily there was a spot that he always had reserved for himself on a friday for his usual drink night with whoever it was that was free and texting him that day, and after opening his tab at the bar and getting a shot of belvedere and two strongly mixed whiskey sours for his starters, he meandered over to the bordeaux leather booth in the section closest to the bar. his ears pulsing from the music the dj was running, he downed his shot and put the glass on the table, taking the other drink in hand and focusing his eyes on the door for the familiar asian girl who always indulged him as a drinking partner and a companion. whenever she came in sight, he stood up with the smirk on his face as she came to meet him. putting his free arm around her in greeting, travis looked athena over for a moment before withdrawing it to hand her the other sour. "just cause i know you're a whiskey girl," he said, and once she had taken the drink he found himself re-placing his hand around her once they sat down on the leather seating together."you are always so damn reliable to be the one who makes my night," he said with a coy smile, clinking their glasses together carefully before taking a sip of his drink. "cheers. i've had a long ass day so i hope you're ready to get fucked." yeah, she could take that whatever way she wanted to. kait as athena. 1433 words. this sucked so hard 4give me ily and yes i'm guilty of listening to katy perry w/e. |
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