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lincoln monroe. 24. dancer / musician. 🎼  songwriter  !

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imessage ↝ bean !

bean: please tell me you're joking

bean: lincoln if there's one thing i love more than anything else in this whole entire world, even more than chicken nuggets

bean: it's puppies

lincoln: this may seem crazy. this may seem fast. and maybe i'm a fool for not thinking this through, but...

lincoln: can i ask you something kinda crazy?

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imessage ↝ bean !

lincoln: what's your take on puppies?

lincoln: i know that question seems kinda random, but i swear there's a good reason behind it :)

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🎼  feat. @beanhood !

working up the courage to ask pandemonium’s crazy-intimidating manager for bean hood’s number was still, to this day, one of the best things to happen to lincoln. not only did the point of contact give him a way to get opinions on works-in-progress, but it also provided an opportunity to get to know the girl behind the curtain. each moment spent with bean likened itself to watching spring botanicals come into full bloom -- she had a stunning spirit, and lincoln felt privileged that he, of all people, happened across the opportunity to pay witness to it.

so maybe he... fabricated serendipity a bit. maybe he’d sacrificed his own coffee preferences to purposely put in for two of bean’s, allowing for a seemingly random text :  hey, barista made two of mine again. you busy?

which brought them here, to the park, strolling alongside one another in the mid-morning sun. its rays danced through lincoln’s irises, peppered kisses of warmth upon his skin. mid-conversation, the songwriter couldn’t help but beam. they’d been discussing baking shows, of all things. he sipped his coffee, stomaching the excess sweetness. his tastebuds reckoned it was worth the torture, to weave through the park in such dazzling company.

“ you know, i wouldn’t have pegged you for a baking fanatic, ”  lincoln admitted, a tender smile warming his lips.  “ for a punk rocker, those shows don’t exactly scream on brand. ”  

a light breeze coiled past their shoulders and rustled leaves overhead. lincoln watched as the wind combed bean’s hair, eyes alight with wonder.  “ would you ever ...? ”  the wind whisked away the thought.

this zephyr would sing only the most heart-stirring concerto, veneered woodwind cabrioles atop a vista of melodious strings. for a moment, lincoln allowed the piece to flood his senses. 

only his toe catching on gravel could jolt him back from his pacific reverie.

“ ohp -- gosh. ”  a melodic laugh slipped past still-smiling lips as lincoln regained his footing.  “ i... was going to ask you something. and it looks like i just plum forgot. ”

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-̗̀ —   “ i come bearing edible encouragement. ”  lincoln moves to set the cooke tray onto the countertop, but he can so much as blink, whole thing clatters to the ground. a musical laugh bubbles past upturned lips. “ crap. clearly, i am incapable of being slick. so now we’ll just have to make due with encouragement of the verbal variety, huh? ”

or alternatively :  whaddup, my dudes !!  it is linc comin’ atchu with my songwriter beb #2, LINCOLN MONROE .  you know what to do! don’t forget to like, subscribe, and leave a comment below !

(KEIYNAN LONSDALE, CISMALE, HE/HIM) i hear LINCOLN MONROE has a link to ALL OF THE BANDS. the TWENTY-FOUR year old is a SONGWRITER, apparently. he's so PACIFIC and CHATOYANT, but can also be kind of TRACTABLE and INGENUOUS. i hope he finds success with the band. i'm kinda interested in hearing more about them. 

gonna format this v simply in bullets this time, since i have to leave for work relatively soon & i wanna get it out here!

lincoln grew up in upstate new york after being adopted by kirsten & peter monroe when he was just an infant. they provided a very stable, lovely home. like?? his mother was the unofficial Neighborhood Mom. all the kids were always at the monroe household, sippin’ kool aids, snackin’ on homemade cookies. kirsten monroe is literally the ultimate affectionate, beautiful soul. in fact, when lincoln was 4, she convinced her husband to adopt lincoln’s adopted sister after her family was killed in a housefire three towns over. she’s about six months older than him, and honestly would be a lovely addition to the rp if y’all wanted to bring her in? essentially after the monroes adopted her, she and lincoln grew positively inseparable. 

lincoln expressed an interest in dance by the time he turned 5, so his parents eagerly enrolled him in dance lessons! pretty soon he hopped studios to a competitive school and began competing in contemporary/ballet dance competitions.

then came a full-ride scholarship to a performing arts high school in new york city. his parents weren’t going to say no  ( the monroe’s are characteristic people-pleasers )  so they made the three-hour drive to the city & dropped lincoln off for his first year. many tears were shed, hugs were exchanged, and his mother made lincoln promise not to forget about them back home. he’d skype them every freakin’ night.

at this school, lincoln became captain of the contemporary / hip hop dance team. they took national and international titles like they were kids in a candy store. this squad was insane. and with lincoln’s choreo, the awards just kept on coming. after he graduated, lincoln auditioned for the traveling cast of the wiz and snagged an ensemble role. he traveled with the cast for seven months until he decided it was time to put down some roots on the west coast.

at this point, all was well at home. he continued his daily contact with his family, and the monroe group chat was always booming. so lincoln didn’t think to suspect anything was going on at home beyond the usual. his mother spoke about neighborhood baking parties; his father spoke about the work he was doing at the state house as attorney general. all was well.

( tw: illness, hospitals, terminal diagnoses )  the phone call came on the eve before his 21st birthday, after the opening night performance of rent at los angeles theater. kirsten was in the hospital. she’d collapsed while helping to set up for the local church’s benefit concert. his father wouldn’t disclose much information beyond that lincoln should not fly home. against his better judgment, lincoln finished out the two-week run of rent before booking a ticket back to new york. he expected his mother to be out of the hospital by that time, and she’d indicated as much over the phone.

when lincoln’s plane touched down, no one was there to pick him up. kirsten was back in the er -- but lincoln only found that out by pressuring his sister until she caved and told him what was really going on:  three months ago, kirsten had been diagnosed with stage 3 leukemia. and no one in the family had thought to give lincoln a proper notice. 

kirsten was in and out of treatment for several years, reaching short periods of remission before her levels went awry again. lincoln visited home when he could, but once he began booking more consistent jobs, the cross-country flights became more difficult. he still talks on the phone to his mother each and every day, and will absolutely cancel plans to check in on her if need be.

i imagine he started songwriting as side thing, something to post online for fun back in college while he was studying composition? and his youtube channel probably gained lots of steam. following one of his larger runs in the la theatre scene, he was probably approached about entering a professional contract for a song for one of the groups. and he was probably elated about the prospect. 

since then, he’s been contracted for all of the groups, with pieces ranging from pandemonium’s chaotic rock to dream tsunami’s sunny electro-pop vibe. lincoln plays a grand total of twelve instruments & he’s always generating new material.

in addition to songwriting for these groups, he’s also an up-and-coming solo artist himself!! he performs at open mics, local coffee shops, etc. while also uploading things to youtube/soundcloud and performing in la-based theatre productions!

lincoln is ebullient -- his presence practically effervesces wherever he is. he’s always ready to shine, as cliché as that might be. he’s just got this heart full of love and joy and optimism and he’s eager to share.

currently has bleach-blonde hair, because it’s super cool. 

so speaking of that popular youtube channel! there, he’ll post choreographed routines to his favorite songs, little covers, original pieces, and vlogs with the bands he works with. fans probably eat it up and constantly ask for more.

his dancing. gah.  this boy just loses himself in it. catch him at a bjéar concert all-out contemporary/interpretive dancing in the crowd. frick, music just.... consumes him.

his favorite color is green!! why?? does he need to have a reason???

he takes his coffee with whipped coconut cream on top, garnished with a dash of nutmeg & cinnamon. he always gets lil whipped cream mustaches, and he’ll apologize every time.

apologizes a shit ton. will apologize for apologizing, and then apologize for doing so. it’s a spiral. someone stop him.

he’s all easy smiles & spring breezes, the cleared air after rain. it’s very difficult to get him angry, and some people ( cough nikolai cough ) find that absolutely infuriating.

cannot hide when he falls in love.

falls in love once every 30 seconds.

absolutely goes to florist shops to check in on the owners, ask about their favorite memories, and smell the roses. maybe he accidentally nose boops the flowers sometimes. it’s okay. it’s all part of the experience.

allergic to shellfish & negative vibes !!!

speaks fluent french. bonjour, my dudes

blushes v easily !!  will duck his head and smile so wide. compliment him & watch the magic

lowkey voiced prince naveen in the princess and the frog ... ribbit

some examples of original work he’s performed in the area / uploaded online:    x    x    x    x     x       

lincoln is that friend who’ll show up for you, even at 4am, with takeout and a shoulder to lean on. going through a bad time? he’s the one you should call.

lowkey fashion icon ???  let him take you thrifting.

if you get sound bite previews, you’re one of The Trusted Few.

at berklee, he was lauded by his professors and fellow students -- there’s a reason this guy can write so diversely. he’s virtuosic. he’s not afraid to make major leaps. catch him tossing unconventional chords into conventional genres, because the music industry needs a spark and he feels honored to be able to contribute.

you know how some people give birthday letters or cards? lincoln writes original birthday songs. every year. yep.

volunteers at a local dog shelter.

i would love a roomie for him? pls?

i seriously want all the connections so pls hmu on discord or here!! ily all sorry this is such trash on a stick

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Keiynan Lonsdale dancing to BTS’ Serendipity.

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#bram being literally the cutest™ #what’s new

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kitwillis:

Kit would be lying if he said he hadn’t done a little research on Duncan after they met for the first time. The other dancer intrigued him on a level that no one seemed to ever do before. He was so… Confident and talented with an air of grace that seemed to stay with him no matter what he was doing. The other blonde could pour coffee and make it look balletic. So upon founding out what happened to his ex, and reading about their relationship before, he knew the other was definitely unlikely to want romance or a relationship or just Kit specifically. He didn’t think he was good enough, not after knowing what Duncan had before, he could never live up to that. He felt himself lingering on Duncan’s lips himself before his eyes snapped back down. “Oh, you know my face is just below average.” He huffed, face flushing as he tried to hide it by brushing his hair back. ”Yep. We can do it now, I can supervise.” He grabbed his crutch and heaved himself up off the chair, most of his weight on the crutch as he moved out into the studio space. “It starts off with some footwork, I wrote down the details for that. Pas de bourre dessous, starting in coupe.” He started to mumble to himself in thought. “Then it leads into some pirouette sequences and battements.” He looked down to his knee brace and sighed, using the ballet barre to hold himself up a little better. “Could you give it a go so I can see how it all looks, please?” Ugh, he was staring again. Why did Duncan have to be so.. Wonderful. Gorgeous.

Duncan usually did his best to avoid cliche thoughts, but as he spared Kit’s knee brace a glance, he couldn’t quite subdue the feeling that he’d much rather be in the other male’s position. He could see how much the injury had been affecting Kit lately, and... In a perfect world, natural disasters would have faces and he would absolutely give that fucking earthquake a black eye and a piece of his mind. Duncan gave Kit an incredulous look as he dubbed himself below average, but the other dancer spoke again too soon for him to edge in a denial of that blatant lie. Instead, he rose to his feet and followed Kit out to the studio after committing most of the written sequence to memory. Mental agility was key in this business -- the only thing Duncan found easier than memorizing sequences was memorizing every gentle curve of Kit’s countenance. “Sounds good,” he murmured after a prolonged moment of silence. He allowed his gaze to glide along the slope of his jaw before drawing himself back to center. Staring could wait -- he’d have ample opportunities for that after he demoed this combination. But that still didn’t make tearing his focus away from Kit’s beauty a simple process. The worse part of Duncan’s judgment protested as he entered coupe. His expression fell into one of intense focus, though it morphed slightly as he moved along the floor with delicate finesse. Duncan had always been an expressive dancer, after all, and such would hold true -- even without music or anything other than counts to guide him. He executed the pirouettes and battements with practiced ease, lips parting ever so slightly as he twirled. Something about dancing for Kit, and Kit alone, warmed his veins, elongated his movements, elevated his dedication to the art. With each motion, Duncan’s breath moved in tandem. Gone was the barrier between dance and dancer. Dancers spoke the language of motion, but Duncan became a direct extension of the language itself. Any onlooker would be able to tell how profoundly connected the blonde was to the paint strokes his body swirled across the studio air. Duncan improvised a slightly embellished ending from Kit’s original notation, overcome by the honesty of the motion.  He held the final pose for several beats before relaxing into a normal stance, looking over at Kit with raised eyebrows. “That look like how you pictured it?”