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I got my pen and thought that I'd WRITE A m e l o d y and ( line ) for YOU tonight I think that's how I make things feel a l r i g h t Made in my room, this SIMPLE tune Will always keep me CLOSE to you The c r o w d s will ( sing ) their voices R I N G And it's like you never left … But I'm bereft you s e e I think you can tell...

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VIENNA.

“No, that seat’s not taken.”  Vienna murmured, eyes glued to her half finished blended Bellini. It had been quite the day, and maybe her pounding head was half due to an oncoming brain freeze, but at least she was out of the house.  Brown eyes finally catching onto who’d sat next to her, Vienna sat up a little straighter.  “I’m fine, honestly.” She’d never tell, leaving it to be known only to her fellow castmates that she was a terrible liar.

Gabe froze up–he was trying to get a hold on the whole Hollywood sarcasm deal; he didn’t know if the girl currently sipping on her drink was being SARCASTIC or not, so he stood standing, slightly behind the chair. hands in pockets, waiting patiently for his takeaway order of food to be prepared back in the kitchen of the bar. “Clearly; you’d probably be having something stronger than that if you weren’t,” he noted, scratching the back of his head, partially regretting engaging in conversation with yet another celebrity in this town. They mostly spelled TROUBLE for him; Gabe liked to keep a low profile.

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GLENN.

“It might have something to do with my agent not precisely encouraging certain questions that pertain to my image, as well. Whether that’s to make the rumors seem true or not, that’s up to his particular mood.” A small smile drew on his lips as he listened to the other’s suggestion. “Magneto surely got around the flight issue by attaching metal to the soles of his boots, then simply lifting those up.” After a small pause, he looked up again and nodded. “Group interviews do the job better at promoting our show, after all. I suppose the last ensemble I was a part of was somewhat… smaller.” As it tended to happen with movies, at least, he was beginning to acknowledge.

“Wow, I uh … didn’t realize that all this stuff was so COMPLICATED. Your agents have to go through the questions before your interviews? I mean … I guess it makes sense.” Gabe’s voice trailed off; of course, being a lowly composer for the shows, he was never interviewed. Hell, some of the most famous film scorers of this day and age were never spotted, never pestered, never QUESTIONED for their work. And honestly, Gabe, as lowkey and introverted as he was, was more than okay with that. “There you go,” he smiled, appreciating the male’s X-Men reference. “I guess they like the dynamics, huh? Seeing you all interact with each other off screen, or something?”

[thedailystyles]

Sweet Creature - Harry Styles

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( @fletcher-mcavoy )

After the aftermath of the earthquake had cooled down, Gabe had found himself, yet again sitting at his studio desk – but this time, instead of tapping away at his keyboard, he was just STARING. His eyes glancing from his casted forearm to the screen in front of him, trying to hold back tears. But of course, he had a job to do: the entire studio was counting on him, for The Severance was one of the few shows that was still supposed to be released soon, as it was in post-production. He was LUCKY that the earthquake had chosen to punish his left arm instead of his right. At least he could still drag and drop, still able to somewhat function on a computer. If he could just get through this stretch of days … he could go to the recording studio and conduct with no problem. While it hurt him to know that he would have to find another pianist to play the part where he would usually play it himself, Gabe knew it wasn’t the END of the world.

His eyes, that had been locked on the screen for hours, began to ache; it seemed a good time to take a bit of a break, maybe take a shower to get his mind off of things for a bit. Heading over to his room across the loft apartment, he STRUGGLED to take his shirt off, the thick cast causing problems to get through the armholes. He was just about to turn on the water when he heard knocking at his door. He looked down at himself – a mess at best, his shorts and basketball socks were the only thing covering his body, save his cast. He glanced over at the shirt he had just had a row with and rolled his eyes, not wanting to go through the trouble of putting on and taking that thing off again. Instead, Gabe just headed to the door, with no idea who he’d see on the other side. Of course, it had to be Fletcher – the smiley, happy, unbelievably ATTRACTIVE guy that was probably the last person that Gabe wanted to see, at least looking like this. “Hey,” was all he started with, suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed to not be wearing a shirt. “Sorry, I uh … I was just about to take a shower. But come on in, make yourself at home,” he said, opening the door more to invite Fletcher in while trying to HIDE the grin on his face. God, he should have cleaned up a bit; not only was he now worried as to what Fletcher would think of him, but also of what the actor thought of his own apartment. 

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EVA.

“Thank you for your feedback. I’m glad you like it so much.” She smiled, surprised by the positive things he was saying. She was always worried about sharing her music incase it was negative and made her stop creating music. “Also, thank you for understanding. Maybe I’ll tell you one day but just not right now.”

“You sure you’re in the right sort of business right now? As in, TV and not music?” Gabe inquired; of course, he knew how difficult it was for both artists and actors these days to land jobs, ESPECIALLY in Hollywood. He should have felt lucky to be able to say he was able to do the things he loved as a job. “Of course,” he smiled, understanding completely. “It took me about ten years to really open up about my music – it’s still hard to talk about it now. It shouldn’t be RUSHED, music’s not like that. Or it shouldn’t be, at least.”

[eposetties-deactivated20150816]

first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part. ( sixth. he loves you, too. )

five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 (via eposetties)

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EVA.

Eva got lost in her music, another passion of hers beside acting. If she wasn’t doing acting, she’d most definately be doing something in music. As she finished her song, she smiled and answered the boy back. “Yeah, i wrote it not too long ago, i’m kinda new when it comes to sharing my music so consider yourself the first.” She giggled. “it’s called Innocent, I kinda wrote it for my dad.”

“Why, I’m HONORED,” Gabe responded with a small smile; he knew firsthand how difficult sharing music could be. In some ways, he felt it was a type of expression more meaningful than words, than body language, than all of those put together. It was so malleable and flexible that you could create anything with it – and that’s what drew Gabe in so much to love it. “I like it. A lot … the uh, the chord progression is nice. Not too traditional, not overused. It’s REALLY good. I uh, I won’t ask about why if you don’t want to talk about it. I know music can come from really sensitive places.”

[anselelgrt]

Ansel Elgort and Eiza Gonzalez for the Baby Driver photocall in Mexico City (July 27, 2017)

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( @bean-hood )

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EMILY.

The corner of Emily’s mouth quirked up a bit. “Well, you’re Mr. Optimism, aren’t you?” She laughed a bit, shaking her head. “I honestly have no idea. I guess it’s just…a big population, you know? More opportunity to hire airhead teenagers.”

Optimistic was never really used to describe Gabe, but honestly, in this case, he was enjoying the label. “Just trying to not think about losing my job, is all,” he responded with a . smile – ah, the PRAGMATISM began seeping through his veins once more. “This is true. Maybe the sun and the beaches attract a lot of kids out here.” Truthfully, he was more of a snow and winter guy, but the job had brought him out here anyway.

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GLENN.

“It is the absolute dearth of variety, I’m afraid. Telekinesis is your choice, though? I’m meant to hype up teleportation as best as I can, which isn’t too hard considering its benefits. Something about bending reality would make me sound like the bad guy - but that would be my choice if I had a say in things.” Glenn sighed, making a vague gesture with his hands to better show his ignorance on the matter. “You would think, but there aren’t many opportunities for individual questions when half the cast is being interviewed at once.”

“You’d think these people get paid to uncover the JUICY stuff, not just scrape on the surface that’s already been worn out, huh?” He asked, scratching the back of his head. “I mean, I always kind of thought that at one point, if you were skilled enough, that telekinesis could eventually mean that you would be able to lift yourself up, right? And then you’ve got flight and telekinesis in one.” Gabe nodded as he quickly understood the male’s dilemma. “Huh, I guess that does kind of SUCK. I’m sure you’ll start getting individual interviews soon enough.”

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EVA.

The girl jumped when she heard the sound of a familiar voice. She turned her head around to see Gabe. She smiled sweetly. “You were listening? That’s really nice of you.” She then spotted the boy’s arm in cast from the previous events that had occured. She couldn’t help but stare at it, feeling somewhat guility. She then flung her back back round to the piano, trying to remember where she left off before losing herself in the song again.

It’s alright, just wait and see Your string of lights is still bright to me Oh, who you are is not where you’ve been. You’re still an innocent,

His mouth was left gaping, unsure of what to respond with – he didn’t really see how he could be so nice just by listening to her; perhaps in the past she had been RUDELY interrupted or drowned out by screams and shouts and other cacophonous noises. He took another step into the room, wanting to hear her better and get a closer look at her hands as she played – it CALMED him, watching someone’s hands dance lightly over the keys he had been so familiar with. As she faded out, he leaned against the piano with his uninjured arm. “Is that an original?” He asked; for all he knew, it could have been some recently-released popular ballad, but since Gabe was so out of the loop when it came to modern-day music, he just had to ask.

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are you more of a morning person or a night owl?

“Night owl, definitely. Catch me at 3 AM still at my home studio – the only downside is that I can’t really play on my real piano because I’d disturb the neighbors. Maybe I should invest in getting that room soundproofed.”

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GLENN.

“I think I would literally die of fright if anybody asked me any questions besides ‘is your accent real’ or ‘which superpower would you rather have’. Is that what all of their creativity has been reduced to?”

“Seem like kind of BLAND questions to me. Telekinesis is the obvious choice, and why would anyone be faking an accent in this city? People can tell pretty quickly,” Gabe responded, his eyebrows furrowing. “Seriously, though, anyone dare to ask you any more personal questions than that?”

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EVA.

The past few day’s events had caught up to Eva, with her being more quiet than usual. The only way you would be able to tell she was around was by her playing piano, otherwise she may of well have been a ghost. Her piano was the only thing that mattered to her at the moment, as she was not taking the “extended break” of her studio very well. 

She let her fingers mindlessly drift across the piano keys, pressing them ever so gently. She then began humming a melody until she came up with some words.

Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything And everybody believed in you?

Arm in cast, spirits low, Gabriel Withers was having one of the WORST weeks of his life. For one, he was in probably the most pain he had ever endured, having never really sported any serious injuries – up until now, of course. Secondly, with a clunky canvas and plaster cast on his arm, he couldn’t exactly play piano … which was not only his primary job, but his primary passion in life. He was suffering without his music, which was why when he heard the SWEET sound of a piano being played, he couldn’t help but peek into the room. Gabe stood by the doorway, not wanting to interrupt the musician as she so effortlessly played her song. And then she began singing – a sweet voice, not too aggressive or breathy or heavy. A wide smile began to spread on his lips, and while his mind was focused on the music, his body was clearly out of control. He stumbled against the doorframe, losing his balance as he made quite a scene trying to get back on his feet. “Sorry, just uh … pretend I’m NOT here. Keep going, please.”

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EVA.

“I can tell that the damage here is done, I wouldn’t blame them if it took forever to fix this place.” She spoke as she winced in pain. 

“Probably would be better off starting FRESH somewhere else, that’s for sure,” he replied, trying to put his mind to anything but his arm at this point. “Better?” He asked, wanting to make sure he could do anything to help her – or anyone, at this point.