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Post by Devyn on Mar 22, 2007 16:00:43 GMT
Alex licked her lips as she walked into the room after him, shutting the door lightly. She pulled out a pad of paper and pen from her bag and took a seat on the nearby desk, crossing her long legs and swirling the pen on the paper to make sure it was working.
"So, it was your first show right?"
She wasn't very used to interviews-- she'd much rather take a picture and not have to be social.
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Post by PirateOTC on Mar 22, 2007 16:02:45 GMT
"Yeah"
he answered shortly as he sat on the chair infront of her, with the table inbetween them. He leaned back in the chair.
"Fuck, it's a fucking circus out there"
he said, feeling more comfortable and 'down to earth' now
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Post by Devyn on Mar 22, 2007 16:04:48 GMT
Alex smirked a bit, looking over him.
"Means you did well. You'll get used to it, no doubt."
She didn't wait for his reply.
"So, where do you get your lyrics from? Like you said? Your own head?"
Pretend like it doesn't effect you... just pretend...
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Post by PirateOTC on Mar 22, 2007 16:09:03 GMT
He pulled up his long sleeves since he was still warm, revealing his scarred arms, but he crossed his arms over his chest quickly
"Yeah, mostly by the help of...you know... shit that happens around me. Or just how I feel for the moment mostly, both from inside my own world and from the 'rest of the world', from how I see it myself, I guess at times...you know people use the bottle, I use a pen and a notepad" he smirk slightly and then adds;
"in best case.."
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Post by Devyn on Mar 22, 2007 16:11:47 GMT
And a knife, it seems...
Alex hadn't failed to see his scarred arms, but it wasn't her place to say anything, just like she wanted to be left alone, she was certain he did as well.
Maybe we're more alike than I think... No, no one is like me.
"You're a very pessimistic person, aren't you?"
She scribbled down some words, then looked back up at him.
"So, had a shitty life? Seems it's all turning around for you now."
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Post by PirateOTC on Mar 22, 2007 16:14:53 GMT
He smirks
"Call me whatever...I guess I just don't see things in life as you others" his grin lingered, but then faded and he shrugged;
"Life's a bitch. I'm sure people have had roses along their paths a lot..I've never been that lucky" he pauses then shrugs again;"But I survive"
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Post by Devyn on Mar 22, 2007 16:16:49 GMT
Alex paused, then smirked.
"What was that part about the black rose at the beginning. Is that really your nickname on stage then?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Mar 22, 2007 16:19:36 GMT
He smirked
"Shit.. it's those guys you know..Nick and the rest. It was an inside-joke...but I kinda like it...it's like...contradicting...like black and white, know what I mean? Yeah..I like that.."
Not giving her a clear answer if it really was a stage-name or not. He didn't know yet
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Post by Devyn on Mar 22, 2007 16:21:43 GMT
Alex wrote what he said down and then closed her booklet.
This next question is for me.
"That song you sang... about the girl... where did you get that from?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Mar 22, 2007 16:25:55 GMT
He looked a bit thoughtful for some seconds
"Oh, 'A son' you mean. Well you know..." he repeated himself from what he had said on stage;
"It was on tv one day...a little girl who got abused...so as I said earlier, I took that part from 'the outside world' and I took some of my own fucked up memories and kinda mixed it...so no, I don't actually know a girl who has been through that shit...if there's any real person behind that lyric...it's myself..." he hesitated if he should continue, but then decided he should, if he would get hell for this being in papers, he'd take that consequence when it happened;
"..and my dad" he added
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