saturn's rings, javier

[christopher abigail cruze]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] we’ll see the universe and dance on saturn’s rings Chrissy had done some illegal things in her past, mainly minor things such as petty theft and and smoking marijuana once or twice and had never gotten caught, though this was something bigger than those and she wouldn't be able to handle getting caught. To most it probably wouldn't seem a big age, but for her faking an ID was totally wrong, all she did was change her age by one year to get into Club eighteen, but who knew; she could get into big trouble for this. Chrissy wasn't a bad girl, she didn't do naughty things often; sure she did the normal teen thing, drinking, smoking occasionally, etc. But never would Chris do an illegal thing to his extent without a good reason, and boy did she have a good reason. Ever since she was younger, Chrissy had had a fondness of a local DJ, Javier, he was walking eye candy to the girl, and she had admired his work for quite some time now and tonight was the night she was going to finally go and see him live. Perhaps if she hadn't been waiting to see him live since she was about fifteen she wouldn't have to fake an ID to get in and she'd be able to wait one more year, but Chris had grown impatient. She wanted to see him so badly, she had called a former friend of hers; James is a college student and had a bit of a naughty side, he was great with making fake ID's. So, a few days ago she had gone over to his apartment and asked him to make her one, he gladly accepted. That is what put Chris in the predicament, she was battling with herself, but had last minute decided to go. When she woke up that Saturday morning, Chris knew almost exactly what she wanted to wear and how she was going accessorize, so all she had to do was wake up and do her usual morning thing. First thing, of course, Chrissy had to use the ladies room then washed her face. Afterward, with rumblings coming from her tummy, she walked down the stairs and greeted her sister and made herself some pancakes. She didn't like pancakes very much, nor did her mother, but she ate them none-the-less. When breakfast was over Chrissy went about her normal Saturday things; she fixed up her room, changed her pet ferret's cage, and watched a few movies and shows with her sister, then decided it was time enough to begin showering and getting ready. She had spent yesterday thinking of what to wear and had chosen an odd, yet quite cute outfit. It was different from what most would be wearing to the concert, and that made Chrissy happy. She was the type of girl who took a while to get ready, so she started to shower around seven, which gave her two hours before the concert started and since she already had her ticket she could just walk right in. After her shower she quickly threw on her pair of shorts, a black and white stripped shirt that tied right above her bellybutton and her converse. She wasn't big on make-up, so she just put on some thin eyeliner and mascara. After all that she has thirty minutes to get there and get in. She left her house quickly, shoving some money in her pocket and running down the stairs of her apartment and jumped into her car, driving straight for club eighteen. It didn't take long for her to get there, she only lived about fifteen or so minutes away. As soon as she got there, she parked in the VIP section and hurried out of her car, locking it behind her. Chrissy walked quickly to the door, as she grew closer she began to bite her lip, worried. She eyed the bouncer, looking him up and down. He was very large, with plenty of muscle and tattoos, which could be a bit intimidating. She walked up, her chin slightly in the air, and showed him her fake ID and ticket. She used what confidence she had and he bought the act, perhaps she should take up drama as well? Walking into the club was a fantastic experience. She smiled as the loud music made her blood flow and her heart started to beat along with it. Making her way toward the front, pushing through groupies and fans just like her, she was determined to get the best view of DJ Javier. She had been in awe of him for years, and her first time seeing him and meeting him would be the best. words 781 tagged javier outfit here coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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[javier carlos silva]

Javier had not been doing too well for the past few months, Rainna, his ex-girlfriend randomly dropped off the face of the earth just when he needed her. He had been doing so well too, and things were going great! He was clean, he had gone months without even as much as touching a drug, and in his line of work, that was hard. They had a plan, Rainna was going to retire from acting and they were going to start a life together. But did that happen? Nope, not at all. Javier, having the uncanny ability to screw up anything and everything the he is involved in, this included. After a great day at work, and a few too many drinks he woke up entangled with Robert. He told Rainna, hoping that pure honesty would help her forgive him, and it did, for a while. Things weren't perfect, but they were working through them, until one day he woke up to an empty bed, and he hadn't heard from her since.

So of course, the first thing Javier did was turn to drugs, and this his did for a while, until it started interfering with work. The managers tried to ignore it for a while, but they had to give him a reality check when he started missing shifts. So then Javier turned to work instead of drugs to feel the void. Javier had thrown himself into work again, maybe he was using this as a way to still have Rainna. She made him promise to work hard when they were together, and he did. She knew he had talent, because he did, and he was starting to see it too. So now, here he was, about to start his own concert.

The manager was not only impressed that he was starting to clean up his life, but he was also getting better. He was always good at his job, but he was only getting better every day. So, a few weeks ago the manager came to Javier with the idea, and the club had been advertising it heavily every since.

He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to go about this, he had had his own concerts in the past, but he usually wasn't... urm.. always there. But he tried to shake off the nerves. He slipped into a pair of dark skinny jeans and a loose shirt that read 'DJ Jave' similar to those that they had been planning to sell at the merch tables. He combed his hair and slipped into a pair of black converse. He was no longer nervous as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

He didn't live far from the club, so he decided to walk, since it was so nice outside, the weather here suited him much better than Argentina. He arrived at the club within seconds and slipped in the door backstage. He checked his backstage sound board and took a drink of water before peaking to see the crowd. There place was packed with people, and he was excited. He watched for the clock and as soon as it was time he jumped on stage with style. He made sure to be prompt, he always hated waiting. He tapped on the microphone, "how are you sexy people doing tonight?"

[christopher abigail cruze]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] we’ll see the universe and dance on saturn’s rings Christopher had been pushed and shoved the whole time she stood there waiting with anticipation just like she was. She was sure that she would be covered in bruises, even places she was sure weren't supposed to bruise. Being between all these people was well worth it though, she had never had so much adrenaline running through her body. The whole vibe that being her gave her was one that she would want to hold on to. She didn't even mind when she had gotten hit in the back of the head, she just mumbled an ouch under her breath and kept her eyes on the stage. Chris had a huge smile across her face, her eyes glistening as she watched the stage, she wanted nothing more than to have that moment where DJ Jave went up onto the stage and began to perform. Her mindless thinking was interrupted as a very large, very tatted man came up behind her and touched her bottom. She flipped around quickly, stumbling over her own feet, and tripped right into his arms. He smiled down at her and began hitting on her, using lame pick-up lines such as, "This must be your first time here, because I'd remember someone as pretty as you." Just as the mysterious, large man finished speaking Chris heard the voice of the man she had been waiting to see for the past week. She began struggling and pushing against the mans chest to turn around and see the DJ. When she finally got loose she turned around so fast, she almost fell again but regained her balance quick enough and watched as DJ Jave walked across the stage and spoke into his microphone, "How are you sexy people doing tonight?" She screamed and began jumping and swaying along with the crowd. Her excitement grew as she moved with everyone else to the sound of his voice. He had a nice voice that sang through her ears, just as his music did. As the red head stood there, she realized that the man was still behind her, his hand on her hip. It sent chills through her body, and not the good kind. She stepped forward as much as she could and tried wiggling out of his clasp, but he seemed stuck on holding onto her. She turned her head to look at him and said "Could you please stop that?" And smiled somewhat rudely as his hand moved away slightly, but he never moved from his spot behind her. Though Chris was to focused on the attractive man on the stage to care about anyone around her. words 438 tagged javier outfit here coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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