electric youth

Frida Nova. Twenty. Vocals for Animo. 50% Vodka. 32 % Magic. 18% Glitter. ❝She had stars in her eyes, and constellations in her hair, and the taste of lightning on her lips.❞

[fridanovas-blog]

scottyhartford:

The dramatic possibility of giving up and just opting to starve to death seemed much nearer until Frida stepped in. He watched as she began to feel around, unaware that he’d been smiling the whole time at the very thought of her betting victory. The girl’s spontaneity and wild nature was something he’d never encountered replicated in anyone else, at least nowhere near where she was at. It was easy to wonder how anyone but him could keep pace with her as she ran, leaving behind a trail of laughter so addictive and alluring. There was a time when Scotty would’ve willingly followed her anywhere, even to the ends of the universe. Perhaps if she’d asked him now, he still would.

“We keep each other alive. Seems fair,” he agreed, accepting their new food fund. It’d always been instinctive of him to want to encourage her to eat something of more sustenance, but he knew from experience that more often than not his efforts would be in vain. He allowed his senses to lead him in his decision-making, settling on a large chilli dog as Frida picked her meal (dessert, really). Tucking the change in her pocket, he took a ravenous bite of his food. “Cheers.” He lifted up the chilli dog, making a toast with the sweet in her hand. Scotty resumed trudging along, sauce dripping from his edible trophy. “Tell me something,” he began, as if he was about to inquire into something of a serious matter, “Most played and most hated song right now. Unless they’re both one song. That can always happen.”

“I don’t know if I would go as far as to say we keep each other alive,” Frida began to say, already ordering a funnel cake with extra added powder sugar. “You got me inside sure, but I still would’ve had money out there and could have just walked somewhere to get food─then again now that I actually think about it, you would have money for food if it hadn’t been for me getting stuck out there. Maybe you’re right, I guess we are kind of keeping each other alive right now.” She had a habit of rambling more often than not, speaking as the thoughts formed rather than thinking things over like most people. Her fans had always praised her for it, calling it quirky and turning her into a persona that felt like it was more than mindless rambles. 

Frida mulled his question over, fingers covered in fried dough and powdered sugar before she brought them to her mouth and licked them clean with a smile. It was safe to say that Frida was happiest when she felt sugar on her tongue or the music in her veins. The happiness she felt quickly dwindled when the answer finally came to mind. She knew what her answer was, one that could easily fit both categories; most played and most hated. It was a melody she knew by heart, a melody that she still sang without even realizing it, one that had the ability to build her and tear her apart at the same time. She remembered sitting on his lap, skin on skin after hours of sex with a guitar vibrating against her ribs and the words leaving his voice through small fits of laughter. “Currently? To Wish Impossible Things. I’m riding The Cure wave and it’s about to take over my life.” It was the safer option, one that would keep from bringing up unwanted feelings. “Most hated? Your last single. It was pure shit.” 

[fridanovas-blog]

scottyhartford:

As Frida talked with the guard, Scotty stood there wondering and trying to remember if Punk’d was still running. Or maybe it’d been renewed for another season and they’d commenced filming. Because by the way things were going, he was almost sure that them consistently running into each other was no act of mere chance, nor were all the other external factors refusing to allow them to stay as they were separately. Forfeiting, he slapped the man on the shoulder before the pair turned away from the performers access area. “We’ll get you all set up like a cow, no worries.” They had no other option but to do as the security guard had said and wait, but Scotty wasn’t prepared to just sit down and camp out until it was time. “Come on, we’ll get something to eat,” he insisted, cocking his head sideways towards the heart of the festival. If he’d really forced it, perhaps the whole situation would’ve thrown him pieces of deja vu. But this was different from their last encounter—he was mostly sober, so was she (assumedly) and the only thing he’d intended to do was offer her a corndog. “Hey, you don’t have to worry, alright? When they get back the guard will probably let them know and you’ll get a text. If not, we’ll just go check back a bit later.” After that concern had been tucked away, Scotty stepped up to a row of food vendors frying up burgers, hotdogs and street food, whilst others specialized in anything of the sweeter kind. “What do you feel like?” Eyeing a grill of sizzling beef patties, he absentmindedly reached into his pockets before realising an important detail. “Fuck, I gave that guy all my money.” He silently contemplated his options. One was to leave Frida out here and run back to grab some cash from the bus or pass on the food altogether. The latter seemed like the less favourable and probably less feasible option. “Do you think they’d give us a performers’ discount of a hundred percent?”

There was no reason for Frida to get worked up over something that would have a solution as soon as her manager stepped back up. She knew that at some point Oliver or Alvar would notice she wasn’t around, maybe Mason would be the firs to realize. Either way there’d be someone to come for her sooner or later, it just meant that in the mean time she’d have to figure out a way to pass the time. Luckily she wouldn’t have to figure that out on her own as she knew Scotty wasn’t the type to just leave her figure things out on her own, at least she hoped he wasn’t. “Set up like a cow, that’s the nicest thing that’s been said to me this entire trip. Thank you for that, I really needed it,” Frida said with a roll of her eyes as they started to make their way back towards the main area of the festival. The smell of food was strong enough to make her head spin, rows of food vendors lined up perfectly to both sides of them, it didn’t register how long it’d been since she’d last eaten until she felt her stomach grumbling from all the smells. She patted her flat stomach and turned her nose up at the hotdogs and instead kept walking towards the familiar man who was always serving funnel cakes, no matter what time she showed up. “How about you have the main course and I just go ahead and skip to the the best part, deserts.” Frida smiled over at Scotty, knowing that this wouldn’t have been a surprise to him. He should know by now that the only things she ate had to be covered in sugar, real food had to practically be forced with the promise of more treats afterwards. “I don’t think they’ll give us that big of a discount─” Frida began to say, her smile dropping before suddenly growing bigger than it’d been earlier. “Wait, I just remembered...” she trailed off, patting around her body and digging her hand into one pocket and the next until she pulled out a crumpled up bill. “I won this off some guy earlier─spinning tea cups after shots, first one to vomit loses.” She was proud of the bill, fifty dollars easily earned thanks to the guy’s ego. She held it up to her face and passed it over to him “You get me back in and I feed you. Seems like a fair trade, don’t you think?”

[sukiwaterhouse]

[oliverdunmore-blog]

I can totally see us taking this on, a good step in the right direction. That way our fans can always find us during our shows. Maybe they wouldn’t care? As long as you maintain the stick figure you have now. Which by the way, have you eaten today? I know you need some reminders here and there. 

[fridanovas-blog]

I’m sure there’s an app that can actually track where you’re going, but if you lose your phone then we’ll lose you too. I don’t know how I feel about my fans knowing where I am at all times though. Hey, I do eat! It’s just mostly very high in sugar. I had an apple earlier? And then four things of cotton candy, five icees, and two funnel cakes. 

[s-cottyhartford-blog]

Bringing up the topic in the first place was on him. Scotty knew that if he hadn’t wanted to hear it, he shouldn’t have made it a subsequent subject of conversation. But whilst he could pretend that the thought of Frida and her new boyfriend never passed through his mind, lying to himself was another feat. He could act as if it didn’t pester him in the least, maybe even convincingly, but the way it bothered him only coaxed him into inquiring for more knowledge. “Just assumed.” He shrugged. It took everything in him not to say ‘we almost did’, as it instead came as almost a reflexive mental response. Days were spent sprawling across each other’s floors while inking lyrics to skin, playing each other songs and listening to their favourite records, something he’d adopted into his permanent memory. It was the perfect scene fit for a movie, yet to him their relationship had been something beyond the likes of a Hollywood creation. He wondered if that was what being with Mason was like for her. “We should probably go find you a replacement wristband then. Your manager might be able to fix that up,” he suggested, leading her through the grounds. “Maybe they can stick some tracking device on you while they’re at it in case we get a round two of this.” He was unable to show any obvious disapproval towards her carelessness. As long as she wasn’t hurt, a little far wandering was bound to happen and mistakes made. He was always making his own, after all. “And a giant, reflective vest to wear around too. We don’t need you going AWOL again.” Finally, they’d made it to the performers area where a burly man stood minding the entrance. “Yeah, she lost her wrist thing and we need to go find a replacement. She’s part of Aequo. Know where her manager’s at?”

[fridanovas-blog]

This was the first time Frida had mentioned Mason in front of Scotty. As far as anyone new her and Mason had hit it off before their first stop, Frida already knowing the drummer in his band and spent the first few days with them. It had been his idea, Mason already tired of the constant string of women thrown his way, needing any excuse to keep away from certain scenes while still holding some of his image. Frida did it more out of favor than anything else, it gave her fans something new to talk about, not wanting her entire time there to be focused on the previous relationship. It was also the best way to keep herself from seeking out Scotty and oddly enough she’d still wound up spending time with him. It wasn’t her intention to bring up Mason, not yet sure how Scotty would react about the whole thing, a part of her had hoped an unpleasant reaction would mean he still cared but so far he appeared unfazed. “I think he might’ve had an interview. I’ll probably see him later,” she added almost as an after thought. There was no way her relationship with Mason could ever be anything like it’d been with Scotty. “You’re not going to get chipped.” Frida was quick to argue. “This is the first time it’s happened to me. I’m usually really good at keeping the damn thing on. You know I someone could have just cut it off without me knowing, really you should be more concerned with that instead of trying to get me tagged like some cow.” It wasn’t long before they managed to find the next security area, a man she’d seen a couple of times before standing with an emotionless expression on his face. “You’ve watched me fall on my ass two nights ago,” at least she was almost positive it’d been him. To her surprise this one actually cracked a smile, shaking his head as he spoke into a small two way radio. “Shit luck. They’re not on the grounds, checked out about an fifteen minutes ago with one of the tour Promoters. You’re gonna have to wait until they get back to get you in.” Frida groaned, puffing out her cheeks and blowing out hot air before giving the man a thankful nod and turned back to Scotty. “On second thought, that chip is looking pretty good right about now. Maybe a bell would be nice too, that way everyone can hear me when I walk.”

[s-cottyhartford-blog]

Though the Peaky’s weren’t the most illustrious band on the music scene, they claimed a substantial following. It was enough to get noticed on the streets, stopped to take photos with giddy fans and sign a few shoulders. Those who knew their band were probably on a first name basis of identification too, with each member’s personality just as loud as their music. On the Moonlighters Tour, it was far more likely for a fan to approach them or attempt to grab their attention in some way or another. When he heard his name being called, it wasn’t merely the recognition of his name but who the voice belonged to, knowing that it wasn’t just someone overly eager to meet him for the first time. He turned, searching to locate the source of the sound as his gaze finally landed on a particular sea of faces standing outside the permitted zone. Lifting his hand, Scotty manoeuvred his way through to get close enough to hear Frida properly through all the noise. “You lost your wristband?” With a quick look around, it was clear that there weren’t many options present then. “Hey man,” he said to the guard between them, patting his shoulder, “I know her, she’s with the bands.” Even with a show of his own wrist to validate his authenticity, they were returned with a strict, robotic ‘no wristband, no entry’. “Hey, you think with a face like that she doesn’t belong on a stage?” Finding his efforts to be of no avail, he instead dug into his pocket, flattening out whatever notes he’d been carrying as he discretely slipped them into the security staff’s hand. It didn’t take long for the guard to change his mind and with his change of heart, he allowed her to slip through back onto the festival grounds. “Wristbands are called wristbands for a reason. They belong on your wrist.” He smiled, gesturing towards her bare arm as he welcomed her back to incarcerated freedom. “Where’s your boyfriend at, anyway? Shouldn’t he be looking out for you?”

[fridanovas-blog]

It had to be the world working against her, losing her wristband, unable to locate anyone, and when she finally did it had to be the only person she always seemed to be avoiding unless accompanied by her so called boyfriend. Still, given the situation she wasn’t going to be the one to question things further and take it for what it was. He had heard her on her first cry out, which was more than could be said for everyone else whom she’d called and texted more times than she could count on both hands. However her initial relief was short lived, met by the security guard’s stubbornness despite the wristband on Scotty’s arm. “Come on, just let me back in,” she pleaded with a slight pout to her lips. She was growing impatient and it took everything she had from stopping her foot on the ground like a toddler. Thankfully Scotty was quicker on his feet than she was and she stood back and watched as he began to dig around and pulled out some wadded up bills for the man. It wasn’t much but enough to finally make the budge as he stepped aside and motioned for her to go on in. Frida bounced on the tip of her toes with relief, finally able to relax her tense shoulder as she stepped on through and pushed Scotty to walk faster into the crowd before the man could change his mind and pull her back out. Even though she was finally in again, she would still need someone to get her back to the area designated for performers, she’d have to stick with Scotty until someone someone gave her another wristband or she’d be thrown out. Frida turned her attention towards Scotty and shook her head finally able to laugh at the situation “what? No way, the thing totally clashed with my shorts. I threw off my entire outfit so I sold it for a coke icee.” It was alarming how easily the girl could fall into conversation with him, probably out of habit or simple familiarity, something that she couldn’t get quite right with Mason. She knew why that was but it was pointless to even think about it. “Your guess is just as good as mine. He wasn’t there when I woke up, besides we don’t spend every waking moment together.” 

[fridanovas-blog]

The first thing Frida was told at the very start of the tour was to never be without her wrist band. It had been repeated over and over by her manager and was reminded again by both Alvar and Oliver every time they arrived at a new location. It was to be secured to her right wrist, doubled checked before leaving the area designated for performers. When she had woken up that evening her pass was still adorning her wrist, yet somewhere between the rides and dancing in the crowds, it had slipped off without her noticing. It wasn’t until the night grew too cold for her attire that she realized it was missing, that had been her first mistake. Her second mistake had been leaving the designated festival area in search of her manager. When she attempted to enter again, the security guard refused to let her go back through the gates despite seeing her walk out in the first place. Frida had texted everyone from Alvar to Kenzie, even going as far as to text Erica hoping she’d have some pull with the security guard but each one went unanswered. This was how she ended up standing outside festival along with the rest of the crowd that was begging to get it. She was ready to give in and wait for someone to finally realize she was gone until a familiar face caught her eye, thankfully standing taller than most of the crowd around him. Instantly she pushed through the few girls standing in front of her and began to jump up and down in place, waving her arms over her head trying to get his attention. “Hey Scotty!” She called out, quickly moving towards the security guards she’d been arguing with earlier. “Scotty please, please please, you gotta tell this guy to let me back in. I’ve already called Alvar and Ollie, and Mason, I’ve even tried Erica and no one is answering─I lost my wristband.” She raised her arm up in front of her face in case he didn’t believe her. 

[oliverdunmore-blog]

Well that’s where you and Al come in, we could pull it off. Modeling? Frida you and I both know I could never pull that off. But you could, I can see it. 

[fridanovas-blog]

Aequo Animo Takes on the World, we can tour the world and make our own readable maps. Maybe we’ll even get a show like that. Please, I could never be a model, I hear they make you give up certain foods. Could you image the agency’s horror when they see my breakfast of pixy stix and jelly beans?

[oliverdunmore-blog]

Well then there goes that or maybe we should start a new trend and make it mean something for directions. If this whole touring thing doesn’t work out we could be the next Google maps.

[fridanovas-blog]

How are you going to do Google Maps if you can barely remember where the food truck is? I don’t think it’ll work out for you either. If this thing fails then I think you should take up modeling, your jawline is wasted up on that stage.

[can-you-not-feel-my-heart]

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[mackenzierichards]

“It doesn’t have to be very tall then,” Mac said, making the joke out of habit. It was easier to just take the joke before anyone else got to make it. “I don’t know if my flirting is enough to distract an attendant,” she argued, running a hand back through her hair. “I can probably flash them my tits though? That’d work.” Kenzie was short but very curvy and had plenty to flash at an unsuspecting passerby. A shout could be heard over the crowd in their general direction and Mac raised a hand in a half wave, not sure who it was or which one of the girls they were after. “Candy floss isn’t a food, let alone a food group,” Mac disagreed, guiding Frida through the food trucks. “You need some met on your bones, come on.” 

[fridanovas-blog]

“Oh come on, you’re not even that short,” Frida replied back without needing to glance over to the girl. She knew that jokes about her size were made often but so far she’d yet to really participate in them, Kenzie made up for it on her own and Frida could’t help but find that amusing. She glanced down at her own chest and then finally over to the other blonde, noticing the difference in size between them. She laughed before tugging on the hemline of her croptop and moved to stand in front of Kenzie, walking backwards as they moved through the growing crowd. “Your tits would make a better distraction than mine. What would you think if I got a boob job? I’ve always secretly wanted like really big tits,” Frida let her hands hover in front of her own chest to show the difference she wanted. “I think you’re right. Quick, let’s find food that’ll go to chest and not my ass, which is really the only thing holding my shorts up at the moment.”

[ericaperalta-blog1]

It’s okay, my grandpa’s Mexican. He prefers tequila.

[fridanovas-blog]

Oh, then I guess that makes everything better. How silly of me.

[ericaperalta-blog1]

It can be awfully bewildering to discover you are in fact a teenage girl. That’s what I get for stealing alcohol from a whisky drinking grandfather.

[fridanovas-blog]

Wow, stealing from an old man? You’re a terrible person, old people should be loved. Haven’t you ever seen Up?

[fridanovas-blog]

@animofree got some gold ink done cause i’m a real bad chick

[ericaperalta-blog1]

I used to drink a lot of JD before I realised I’m not an old man.

[fridanovas-blog]

Good thing I’ve never been confused about my age.

[ericaperalta-blog1]

Spiked Slurpee. 

[fridanovas-blog]

They’re quite good, sugar always gets you buzzed quicker.

[mackenzierichards]

Mac shrugged, having surrendered by this pint to the fact she would never know where her bandmates were for the majority of the day when they were on tour. “If I see him later, I’ll let him know,” she offered, worrying the fabric of her back pockets between her thumb and forefinger. Mac was close to her whole band, though her friendships with Mason and Luke were on another level. She flet the distance between them the most whenever they didn’t see each other much during the day. Luke had been far easier to locate though, mostly because he actually used hi mobile phone. Emmanuel had always been elusive so it was no surprise when he went missing for several days at a time except for gigs. While the others were quite happy spreading out across the site, Kenzie preferred having at least one of them nearby whenever possible. “I want you to win me an obnoxiously huge bear,” Kenzie said, bumping her shoulder against Frida’s. “Then I can post it on instagram as my replacement for you and Mason,” she continued without thinking, then realised she shouldn’t have said that. “Have you filled up on candyfloss, or do you want actual food?” she asked quickly, changing the topic. 

[fridanovas-blog]

There were times when Frida contemplated the thought of allowing Kenzie in on the truth behind her relationship with Mason but she also knowing that it would affect Mason more she left it up for him to decide. It wasn’t that she didn’t value her friendship with the fellow blonde, quite the opposite, Frida was thankful to have someone there in the middle of so much hostility between the other bands. It had been a welcomed surprise when she found out the two would be featured on the same tour, having formed a friendship with the drummer over twitter long before the tour was even announced. “I’ll make sure it’s at least as tall as you are. I don’t know how great my aim is so if it doesn’t work out so well then you can flirt with the attendant and I’ll steal it?” Frida found her following comment strange, she wasn’t sure what Kenzie meant when she said it’d be a replacement for both but she wasn’t allowed enough time to further pry on the topic before it was changed. Frida patted her palm against her flat stomach, she had always been natural thin but since the tour started she’d been eating less, now more bones than before “Candy floss is real food. It’s one of my main food groups, but yeah I could go for some food.” In all honesty, she couldn’t recall the last time she ate something that wasn’t made out of sugar.