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jessie mercier, twenty-one vocals: social parasite™ london / los angeles

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ftnicx:

while nicolas questioned the other’s motives to offer him a drink, he couldn’t help but just be momentarily surprised by his figure as he stood up straight, the lines of his shirt now hugging his body in a way that he hadn’t noticed before when he was so busy with his own work. too unfocused to notice that perhaps his job didn’t base itself on setting stages, nicolas lips pressed together and his eyes narrowed unintentionally. “are you offering to buy me one?” he asked, head tilting to the side as he didn’t even try to hide the smirk that soon rested on his softly rose-colored lips as it was released by his teeth.

“offering to make you one.” jessie replied, confident and matter of fact. he chuckled and glanced behind himself to catch a last look at the real stage crew collecting and rearranging the amps. he exuded it— a confidence lost on arrogance, blasé and carefree. “ever had a brass monkey?” 

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ftnicx:

nicolas nodded, the overly excited screams seemed a bit much for his own liking but enough so the loud crowd would be in a good mood. it was concerning for him, considering his own musical style was nothing compared to the previous act on stage. way softer, way more romantic. hopefully there were enough of his own fans there. “yeah, i think so. one hour or so.” the stage he usually had for performances would for sure take that long to be set up but it didn’t seem like it was a lot of time with his own nerves eating him alive as the cup was brought back to his lips so he could take his final sip. the mix didn’t calm him then and it wasn’t calming him now.

as if putting together two pieces of a puzzle in his head, jessie glanced from nicolas to the mystery elixir in his hand. “sounds like that drink could be a little stronger.” it was blunt, admittedly, but came from no such ill intent. he stood up straight in defiance to the heavy weight of the guitar on his back, just about finished with set disassembly. it was then that he removed his in ear and let it dangle down his chest, battery pack slipping out of his pocket and wrapped up in the tight tattooed cage his fingers made.

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ftnicx:

the mix with honey and lime that he made himself tasted like shit as always, but it was a small price to make to keep his voice there & healthy. taking his word for it seemed like the best option instead of looking for more information, but he wouldn’t want to take the best road, his self-destructive side was louder in times like this. “i heard the crowd was into them though, i could hear them from back there and it sounded cool.” he said, not really sure what he was expecting from the taller man. perhaps he was the one bothering and distracting him from his work. he looked busy. 

“yeah?” suddenly jessie was paying more attention, grinning though without clear intent or purpose. it had been a rush of a set. for a bunch of pussies on their own time, california had shockingly proved themselves just as capable of throwing down as the other forty nine states.”so you play... when? an hour?” he then asked, more curious now than he had been a moment ago. he wasn’t sure what it was, but his mind had questions and who was he not to follow.

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heytcysx:

was she lost? probably but that was because she looked away for one moment and the girl she was with previously had disappeared in the crowd so as she looked around being snapped out of her own search looking over at the unknown male before she shook her head, “look for a friend, but she ditched me so i think i’m gonna take the chanced of having fun without her maybe?”

the sunset flushed the sky tangerine and lilac, painting the festival in a timeless utopian glow. as the crowd tattered vocalist scrunched the leather sleeves of his jacket up to his elbows, he took a quick glance at the crowd to which taylor had lost her friend and listlessly shrugged. “fuck her. i’m taking over as friend.” 

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lucifer-reed:

lucas scoffed and shook his head, “i’m never lost. just wandering. it’s much more fun then knowing what your destination is going to be. plus, i’ve got like three hours to kill before i perform.”

jessie had barely attempted to withhold the bemused chuckle that escaped his lips when lucas gave his colorful explanation. one thing was clear, he made an impression. “singer songwriter?” the european made a guess.

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benjifoxx:

Benjamin looked at the boy and then back at the crowds of people around them. “Not lost.. Well, not really lost.” He laughed nervously, standing on his tip toes so he was taller than most of the people around him. “My friends get a little rowdy and they ran into the crowd.” Ben explained. 

jessie, himself, was sporting a bit of a chaotic expression of his own; a mental state of a mosh pit still in its final stages of fading from his features. a once white tank was now beer stained and disheveled across his torso, hair sleeking back at the say of his fingers from the state it had been. “did you not want to follow?” he asked.

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ftlvcky:

“oh, i-i’m actually not lost.” lucky shrugged, “well, maybe — um, do you know where any bathrooms are?” being a guest, lucky didn’t know his way around coachella at all.

in immediate response, jessie was turning in a circle, eyes flicking all around as if just then coming to terms with his space. right. “oh, there’s one over here.” without thought, his legs were moving in that direction, taking the path in listless steps until lucky decided whether or not he would follow.

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hqsphoenix:

“half the fun living in a tent ?? i think it’s more the constant drinking and drugs that makes it worthwhile,” he shrugged indifferently, eyes scanning over the empty lawn in front of the stage that, in a few hours time, would be packed with thousands of people. “i hope you’re not expected to live in a tent.”

jessie shook his head. “i have a bus.” though he could understand the rhyme, he could never really find a reason on his own to invest in a hotel for a festival. some would say there was something of an appeal to a real bed, perhaps, but he didn’t plan on spending much time in even his own. “i heard there’s a bouncy castle. good spot to lay low for a nap if you’re not trying to make it all the way back to your room.” he joked.

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ftnicx:

although he wasn’t usually much involved in the stage process, nicolas knew at least which instruments belonged to him. everything should have been in place already, or they should be starting to. “no idea, dressing room maybe. which is where i should be getting ready and stuff. did you get to see the band that just performed? were they any good?” he asked, his voice shaky as he did so. he probably shouldn’t want to know to not add to his already fast heartbeat, but curiosity got the best out of him.

“that’s a good question.” as usual, jessie didn’t hesitate to reply, carelessly dropping the electric fender he’d had bound in his right hand and letting the strap braced around his chest save it from its fall. as it dented the fabric on the front of his t shirt, the singer leant down to pick up its chord and wind it listlessly around his fist. “kind of just seemed like a bunch of twats to me.” he added with a snicker, leather boots kicking away some remnants of shattered glass. the malt that it had been full of at the beginning of the set was already drying on the stage floor.

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ftnicx:

his eyebrows rose upon hearing his words, had been just there for soundcheck a few hours earlier nicolas thought he had the place mapped out in his head by now. “nothing specifically, except all the instruments my band will need to play in like thirty minutes, one hour. but nothing’s been taken out yet from the previous band so who knows what’s going on, not to be a diva but everything is a mess, no offense.” he shrugged assuming the other was a worker, his nerves getting the best of him as he tapped on his cup with honey and lemon, it was what he did every time before singing. it was good for his voice.

instruments? jessie didn’t really know anything about those that weren’t his own, furrowing his brow in an attempt to conjure up something helpful for the clearly unimpressed man. “none taken.” he assured nicolas as he mindlessly adjusted the dials attached to the shiny electric he was tuning and eventually tugging the chord right out of. “where’s your band?”

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“you look lost.” not that jessie would be much help if that were, in fact, the case. he edged forward, stopping just short of the stranger and seemingly offering his assistance. “whatcha lookin’ for?”

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hqsphoenix:

“you’d think i’d know better than to lose my voice right as coachella’s starting,” phoenix shook his head, the words coming out more gravelly than usual. “hope i’m not expected to live in a fuckin’ tent this week. not really my style.”

bare handing the equipment until an amp began to crackle, the male sat with one knee dug into the empty stage redirected his gaze. when he stood to his full height, he was quickly moving on to the wiring between the next set of speakers. “i thought that was half the fun.”

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( ASH STYMEST ) – did you hear what they said about ( JESSIE MERCIER ) on TMZ ? people always say the ( TWENTY ONE ) year old ( MALE ) ( SINGER/FRONTMAN ) is ( PASSIONATE ) and ( HARD WORKING ) but i’ve heard they can be ( CRASS ) and ( LISTLESS ) behind closed doors. but i guess that could all just be rumors. 

surprise surprise, it’s me, back with boy number two AHEM and just in time for coachella. literally tho how have i already made this intro so obnoxious.... anyway love you guys, heres some details! jessie is 21 and fairly new to la, freshly spit out of the london punk scene to wreak havoc overseas. his voiceclaim is zac carper from fidlar (x, x, x) and his band social parasite makes music super similar/basically exactly like that. he’s born and raised in england and comes from a middle class family, the youngest of four. after buzzing in the underground scene for a year or two, his band first gained exposure about a year ago when they released their first full length album apollyon collective and co headlined riot fest soon after, making it onto the reading and leeds line up in 2017. their music is aggressive and loud and they’re known for the energy of their live shows. america hasn’t quite caught on yet but they’re banned from a notably high number of bars and clubs in europe for their reputation of destroying stages and equipment. he’s not quite a billionaire, but he did kind of just get a lot of money dumped into his lap at once. enough to live more than comfortably in la with cash to spare, at least. personality wise he’s a very no bullshit type of individual. doesn’t really have a filter and goes with the flow, probably a nightmare for his tour managers and increasingly uncooperative with his new publicist. he doesn’t really take la too seriously and doesn’t indulge all the smoothie bars and yoga studios. he’s mostly there for the sun and ease of access to the industry and sees fame as a sort of necessary evil if he wants to continue to make music for a living. 

social parasite will be playing coachella for the event aka PLOT WITH ME. i haven’t had time to make up a plots page yet but i will and i have lots of ideas and wc sooooooo like this and i’ll stick my big head into your im’s for plots alrighty 

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