the beautiful ones:: lizzz

[jagger nicholson]

Her lamp
Slippers in her bedroom
She must feel it's awkward
Oh I said it's Arizona

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There were those nights in London where everyone was in a good mood and so everything went your day. They were one in a million, the ones where no one was tired from being overworked. Kids weren't bitter over lost relationships, or stressed about school. Where London bands were at their best, and the clubs were packed with people you wanted to party with. Not the kinds of people who were out to loose them self in the party, who were totally concerned with themselves. No tonight it was about finding yourself in the party life and not loosing yourself. If Jagger could choose the way his life went, he would have days like these every single day and not have a second thought about any of the things he did. Well at least he got the last part of his wish.

Since he was on such a tight scholarship he couldn't skip class, he had dutifully gone to classes this Friday morning. Sitting through his music theory class, putting in his hours at the practice hall, and consulting with his teacher on a big project coming up. He went to classes even though more than half of the class was missing. All the rich kids who didn't need to come to class because their parents could just pay to have someone else go to class for them. Jagger was bitter about that the most this Friday, it had almost put him out of his good mood. Almost. He'd been invited out by some of his best mates who weren't in school anymore, well they had never gone to Hoffman in the first place, but they had made it on their own. They had scored a righteous gig at the latest London hot spot. The End, a little to commercial for Jagger's taste, but their singer had gotten a bad case of colic and so Jagger was up.

The End had been packed more people than Jagger had seen in a long time. It hadn't bothered Jagger in the least bit, the more people there, the better Jagger preformed. He'd come onto stage the same way he always did, his bare chest open and his regular white skinny jeans on his leg. Before he had the time to think the band had started to play it's first song. Jagger didn't even have to think about the songs, even though he had only learned the lyrics an hour before. When you connected with someone's music you really connected. That is what Jagger did on stage. It felt good to let go of all the things of the day, god knows he had enough to think about. Just one more year of that stupid scholarship to finish and then he would be free, the record deal his and he could do what he wanted when he wanted. Then before Jagger knew it the set was done and Jagger just wanted some hard liquor.

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[elizabeth renolds]

it's times like these
that get you to know who
you really are

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Liz, was tired of her classes. She had to practice almost every single day. Except some Sundays, but other than that she barely had free time. She may had gotten free time, but she would be asleep. This Friday was a usual Friday. She got up and went to practice. She didn't necessarily have a coach or anything. Liz was taught when she was younger and added onto her talent as she got older. But Liz had to make her own schedule, and that was what she had chosen. Most of her friends were busy when she was, so it didn't really make sense to have lots and lots of free time when you weren't going to be spending it wisely. Liz was now finished with her little practice. She started at eight this morning and finished at after one in the evening. Liz, really did love practicing. She usually stayed later, since she had the passion and drive for dancing. Besides the more she practiced the better she got. It was just how Liz was. If she couldn't quite get a move correct then she would stay until she got it down packed. She wasn't planning on wasting her time, and that wasn't what she was there for.

Liz's acquaintance Rosaline encouraged her to go the 'The End' that night. She had heard that there was a band playing and she wanted someone to go with. So she didn't end up being kidnapped or something. Well teenagenapped. Liz agreed, as she could get to know her a bit better since she had only met her a few months ago and hadn't got much time to talk and gossip about her past and present. Liz ended up wearing her usual jeans and a cute white polo shirt with the saying ' the world won't come to an end as long as i am with you ' plus heals. She thought the saying was kind of corny, but cute at the same time. Now Liz was at the local nightclub wondering around. An little short announcement of the band coming on was read, and music started.

Liz didn't know the band, and didn't really listen to much rock music. As her profession was 'hip-hop' dancing. But she could have danced to a few. But anways getting of subject. Liz looked up and began watching the lead singer. Or singer she the guy was the only one there singing. Liz took in to notice that he did look like someone she had talked to once or twice. She couldn't quite think of the name. Liz wasn't so great with names, but with remembering faces. Liz took so long trying to remember his name, that the song was already finished and he was no where in sight. Liz sighed and went over to the bar for a drink.

[jagger nicholson]

Her lamp
Slippers in her bedroom
She must feel it's awkward
Oh I said it's Arizona

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The funny thing about these nights was that there was hardly any where to go without someone being in a good mood. Backstage Jagger had practically been panting for a full five minutes, he always had the tendency to run around on stage, to throw everything into his performance. It's probably why he stayed so skinny and didn't hardly do any exercise, except for lugging his guitar all around the campus. He sat on the couch, and chugged a bottle of water in record time. The rest of the band seemed just as worn out, it wasn't exactly a long set only about forty five minutes but they had just spent almost all of their energy on seven songs. They grinned at each other, each on their own separate spots in the green room, when their five minute resting period was up. That's all they could allow, they had recharged for as long as they could handle.

Jagger hopped up not bothering to put his shirt back on, the sweat still glistened on his chest as he weaved through the back halls of the club before he found the door that lead out onto the dance floor. They had replaced Jagger's band with the club DJ who was spinning up a storm. Jagger paraded through the dance floor stopping to dance and bit and receive a pat on the back from strangers who he guessed had enjoyed the show. He still had that drink in mind though, and so he didn't dilly dally for long. Although once he finally got off to the edge of the dance floor he was met by some guy who was really smashed who obviously enjoyed the show. He started to clap Jagger on the shoulder and talked about how wonderful he was. Jagger was in such a good mood that he wasn't ticked that this guy was keeping him from his drink.

"Alright, mate, I'll be sure to remember you," Jagger said showing the charming side of him that rarely anyone saw. If Harlan saw it more often than maybe Harlan wouldn't get mad at Jagger when he said the wrong things, or was so crude. After was seemed like hours Jagger made it over to the bar and sat down in one of the middle seats. He might have had made it there, but getting the bartender was another story. He waited a good five minutes, with a few girls giving him the eye although he didn't make a big move towards them. The bartender finally made his way over to Jagger. "I'll have Guinness, mate," Jagger said pushing his damp curls out of his face. The bartender nodded and before Jagger could blink the ice cold drink was down in front of him. Jagger didn't have money to spend, but tonight he didn't care. Tonight he just wanted to have a good time, and that was already underway.

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[elizabeth renolds]

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Liz then remembered that she hadn't even ordered a drink. She was just sitting there watching people grind on eachother, and others just acting a fool as they were completely drunk. Liz finally got the bartenders attention. She ordered herself red wine. Liz hadn't really drunk red wine, but it was worth a try. Later she would end up drinking all types of beers, then end up being completely drunk and have like a two day hangover. Liz actually got really drunk one night that she could barely even talk right. She was just wobbling around until some guy took her to his place, god only knows what happened after that. But that was only like a dozen years ago, and wasn't even to be talked about anymore.

Liz looked around the club a bit as she waited for her drink. She saw the singer from the group, the bartender, people dancing, and the singer from the group! Liz turned her focus back to the guy. Which she had forgotten his name. But she knew it started with a 'J'. She wondered if his name was Jay, or James, or JJ. She was so confused. Then it finally hit her. It was Jagger, the rock singer. Or just singer. Liz had only talked to him about twice, but he kind of just push her off as he didn't want to talk to her for some reason. She may be able to have a conversation with him, but he would just be like 'Uh huh! Yea well i have to go now, bye'. The conversation would only last about ten minutes. Liz sighed as the bartender laid the drink down on the bar. She smiled and picked it up, and took a sip. Then she looked back over to the 'Jagger' guy. "Hey," she struggled to say, but her word came out strongly and loud enough so he could actually hear her. "Aren't you Jagger? I'm sorry, i don't remember names that well. I am only good with faces. But i just wanted to say that you performance was great tonight."she said. Her words quickly came out, that she didn't even understand what she was saying. She could barely hear her own self think, due to the loud music.

Liz blew her back from in front of her eyes to the side of her forehead where they were supposed to be. She sighed and let her hair down. Her hair tie was extremely tight. Her hair went past her shoulders and down her back. Liz's black hair was full of messy curls, which were dead. Only the ends of her hair actually looked curly. Then Liz turned her attention back to 'Jagger'.

[ Sorry it was sooo confusing. I apologize! ]

[jagger nicholson]

Her lamp
Slippers in her bedroom
She must feel it's awkward
Oh I said it's Arizona

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God the English had bad taste in beer, Jagger thought as he looked down the bar at what people were drinking. There was plenty of English brands of beer lining the bar, along with empty shot glasses and martini. The girl next to him was drinking red wine, which was at least unusual to him. No one, not even his parents, drank wine. They all drank regular Irish beer like the rest of the population. It wasn't as if his parents were drunks, which they weren't, and that was a good sign because most of his friends parents were on the tipsy side most of the time. Although his brothers Cillian and Conrad were known about town to tip back more than a few at the bar on game nights. It was hardly likely that they were going down the wrong path, at least they had finished school unlike Jagger.

He turned around in his bar stool so that his elbows were resting on the bar and he was watching the dance floor. He was about to hop up and leave, about to go and shake what his momma gave him on the dance floor. When the red wine girl turned to speak to him. Now that he saw her front on he recognized her vaguely. This place was crawling with Hoffman students so that had to be where he recognized her from. She wasn't a groupie, he could tell you that. He'd known so many in his day he even could tell what class of groupie they were. She was talking so loud that he could hear here over the absurdly loud music. To bad he didn't remember her name.

"Yeah I'm Jagger," he said also raising his voice slightly. Then he thought better of it and leaned in closer to her, his bare should touching her clothed one. "Thanks, you know about the performance. In a perfect world I would have a million of those," he said pulling back and laughing. He brushed his shaggy brown hair out of his hair and popped his knuckles. He almost forgot about his drink on the bar and reached back to take another sip, but instead finished it off. He said that he wasn't a drunk all the time, it was just when he wanted to be. There were a lot of best friends you could have in the world. Drugs was one of them, alcohol was Jagger's. Forget about actual human beings.

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[elizabeth renolds]

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Liz really wasn't a drinker. She had something strong once and a while, but she never really drank all that much that she used to. She got out of the habit, to her it was kind of annoying now. Liz, told herself that she had to get more mature, and drinking wasn't apart of that. Well maybe once in a while. But Liz also smoked, again not as much as she used to. But it was just something she did, when she felt depressed or when she really just needed a smoke. She was just like that, a bit weird, but it was Liz. Anyhow, enough of that.

She sighed, as she looked around. Then she heard Jagger speak. Liz looked back at him, and smiled. Kind of laughing. "By the way, i'm Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz." she said. Jagger was a cool dude from the looks of it. She had talked to him a couple times before, so she wasn't really an expert on who he really was. If she actually had the chance to get to know him better, she would. But for know it was just basics. Liz, really didn't think it would get father than close friends. Besides, he actually didn't seem like 'interested' in Liz. "So do you perform, frequently?"she asked. It was such a stupid question, why would you ask someone that. But it was just a question. Liz thought she may get to know him better that way. If you didn't notice by now Liz is such a dork.

[ ugh, sorryy! i know its very short. i have brain damage at the moment ]