Oh I'm a mess right now

[mattrobertsla-blog]

pippabellini:

Pippa giggled sheepishly as he pulled away to collect his things- she had gotten too excited and had forgotten about his things. “Oops.” She wrinkled her nose, waiting as he collected the money and his guitar. She took his arm again once he was done, smiling up at him happily before tugging him down the street. “So how long have you been playing music?” Pippa asked curiously, tilting her head to the side. “You’re really good, you must have been practicing for a very long time.”

Matt chuckled a bit when she immediately resumed in pulling him down the street. She was as persistent as she was energetic, and it only added to her charm. As she asked her question, paying him a compliment along the way, he flushed for just about the millionth time since they had met earlier that day, and hesitated a bit as he considered his answer. He wasn't exactly secretive about his family, and his background, so much as he just didn't like talking about it. It made him bitter and resentful, and when in the company of someone so happy, it didn't seem like the time to bring those feelings up. "Er...well I've been singing my entire life" He said finally"I first started playing guitar in high school. My..er...my music teacher sort of encouraged me to do it and once I picked it up I've barely put it down since..It's er..it's pretty much like..I don't know...an extra limb or something by this point" Nodding his head and giving a small shrug of his shoulders, he laughed a bit. "I'm..I'm kind of obsessed with music if I'm being honest. Er...what about you.. Are you..er...not obsessed...but...passionate! That’s...yeah..that’s a better word. Are you.. passionate.. about anything?"

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pippabellini:

Pippa seemed unaware of the effect she had on Matt. She was too busy focusing on his fingertips. They were rough, calloused, yet they were somehow still soft under her touch. She looked up at him, brows furrowing as he turned away from her. Had she done something wrong? She tilted her head to the side, about to question him when he asked her to join him for a cup of coffee. She giggled a little, nodding. “I’d love to! Though, I should probably get a hot chocolate or a tea instead. Having too much caffeine in my system is just not a good idea.” Pippa had never gotten hyped up on caffeine, but anyone she had ever gotten close to kept it well out of her reach. Having her on a sugar high was crazy enough, caffeine was just not a good idea. “Let’s go!” Pippa grinned, slipping her arm into the crook of his elbow and looking up at him happily.

As she practically pulled him along excitedly, Matt couldn't help but grin. She had such a vibrant personality, and was the kind of person that he couldn't help but feel good around, even if a lot of what she did caught him off guard; or perhaps, in part, because of it. "Er...hang on..I should probably pack my guitar and stuff" He said with a small laugh. "I don't imagine leaving a case full of money on the street is the best idea" Taking his arm back momentarily, he scooped out all the money from the bottom of the case and threw it into his small rucksack. Then he placed his guitar back into it's case, which he closed and then picked up. Looking over at Pippa again he smiled his same sheepish smile. "Er..okay..we should be good to go now" He said with a nod

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champgncmami:

“Wow, I’m even disappointed in you. We need to go see it like now. Are you busy? Actually, I’m busy soon. How about tomorrow? I would see it ten more times, to be honest.”

“I..yeah! I mean...I’d like to. That er...that sounds like fun...It’s just..I er...I don’t really have..I can’t really afford it right now. I..er...I’ll blame the struggling musician thing..because that’s actually exactly what it is. Well...that and...rent is ridiculously expensive”

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pippabellini:

“Oh no that’s fine! Please, play for me!” Pippa grinned, crossing over to the park bench that sat on the sidewalk, smoothing down her dress as she sat down. She crossed her legs, looking up at him expectantly as he played another song. He spat out the lyrics amazingly, and Pippa could understand them perfectly. Matt had perfect diction, and this song made Pippa bounce in her seat, even though a crowd soon gathered and made it hard for her to see him. Causing her to stand up on the bench and grin down at him as he continued to play. Once the song finished and the crowds passed, Pippa carefully hopped down and crossed back to him, her smile wide. “I would love to! But I do think that break is a good idea, your fingers must get sore.” Pippa frowned, taking his hand and examining his fingertips curiously, even running a fingertip over one of them herself.

Matt was going to shrug off her words and shake his head. He was going to say that his fingers did get sore, but that it didn’t bother him and that it was all worth it to him; those had been his intentions. However when she reached out and took his hand, and ran her finger over the calloused tip of his own, his mind went completely blank, while his entire face flushed brightly. There was a long moment where he simply stared at her, his eyes wide with wonder in a moment where everything else but her was forgotten, before the light in his head seemed to come back on, and he realized where he was and what he was doing. “I..er..er...I..what...what was the question?” He asked with a small nervous laugh as he pulled his hand back and half turned away from her, clearing his throat and shaking his head as he tried to regain a grip on himself.“Er..anyway..for my break I was gonna...gonna go grab a cup of coffee..Did you..maybe want to come with me?” He asked, his eyes hopeful as he allowed himself to look at her for the first time since he had made a fool of himself a moment ago “I’ll treat. I mean..it’s..er...it’s really the least I can do..seeing as..you know..how much money your song choices made me and everything..and er...it would also be my pleasure too”

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pippabellini:

Pippa swayed to the music as he began to play the classic Beatles tune, and she herself felt her heart soar, as if it was the blackbird in question. Pippa’s mother used to sing this to her as a lullaby. Pippa willed herself not to tear up, merely at the thought of all the happy things that she had shared with her parents. Luckily the song was relatively short, and the crowd around them dropped in more money and went on their way. Pippa looked over at Matt, brows raised as he spoke, and she smiled at him sweetly. “No, not at all. Just because the world is all hustle and bustle doesn’t mean people can’t stop and enjoy the pretty music. And it makes you happy, which is even nicer.”

Matt smiled at her words and nodded his head. He was happy. It was nice to know that it was easy to see; it only reaffirmed him in his mind that he had definitely made the right choice in coming here. Feeling inspired, he  glanced over at Pippa and smiled a bit sheepishly. “I’m er..I’m actually gonna pick the song this time..if that’s cool with you” He said with a bit of a chuckle. “I..I know that I’ve been asking you to pick them for me, and you’ve done an amazing job but I er..I have one in mind that I’d really like to play” Strumming at the strings in the rhythmic pattern of the song, he dove into the song.

...See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is I’m like glue, I stick to other artists I’m not you, now that would be disastrous Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me ‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you... Having gone from his bitter stewing towards his family a couple songs ago, to the happy defiance he was playing with now, there was a grin on his lips as he went through the song. Truly, he didn’t need them. He was happy now; so happy that other people could so clearly see it. As he finished playing the song, he released a long sigh of content, before he turned back to Pippa again. “So...I was thinking..I er..I might want to take a bit of break.” He said with a smile. “Er..after..would you maybe be able to give me one more song to play?”

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The Club isn’t the best place to find a lover (So The Bar is where I go!) Matt & Elijah

@elijahfml

Exhausted though he was after another long day of busking on the street, there was a certain revitalizing energy running through Matt at the thought of hanging out with his best mate. It had been awhile since he had last seen his lifelong friend, and he was looking forward to catching up, and just enjoying the company of someone who was, at this point, more like family to him than any of his real family was. As he sat at the bar, he had already ordered a pint for himself, and he drank away at it while he waited, although he tried to refrain from knocking it back too quickly; there would be time for that when Eli got there. When his friend finally arrived and took the seat beside him, Matt glanced over and smirked. “Er..sorry mate..I’m saving that seat for someone” He said, fighting to try and keep a straight face, and failing horribly, before he finally gave in and laughed, giving a shake of his head. “Glad you could make it.” He said, clapping his friend on the back before immediately turning towards the bar tender and shouting. “Bruce, get my mate a pint will you? Thanks.”

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pippabellini:

Pippa shook his hand, giggling at him happily. “It’s nice to meet you too Matt.” She told him honestly, her smile widening as his cheeks went pink and he looked away. Pippa folded her hands in front of her, lips pursing as she thought of another song. “Blackbird? By the Beatles?” She suggested with a small shrug, watching him curiously.

Though he had been grinning pretty much this entire time, Matt’s grin widened further when she suggested he play The Beatles, and he laughed a bit. If his parents knew that he was about to play a song by The Beatles, they would be infuriated, and claim it was far too simplistic for his talents, but having spent much of the last song he played stewing in his resentment over their attitudes, he found that he could only laugh and roll his eyes at that fact now; he didn’t want to spend anymore time dwelling on it and ruin what had turned out to be a pretty great day thus far. After a deep breath, he began to play the song.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free Throughout his playing off the song, a small crowd had formed and once again, dropped their bills into the case, but once he finished they went on their way again, and Matt chuckled a bit as he turned back to Pippa. “I er..I guess the world doesn’t stop turning just because there’s music playing does it?” He said with a small shake of his head. “I....honestly forget that sometimes because...well...it seems like it does..to me. I forget that people have places to be and lives to live and that they can’t stand around all day listening to me play, because this is pretty much it for me. Is that horrible?

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pippabellini:

The audience was stunned as the song finally ended, before erupting into thunderous applause, more money being thrown into his guitar case. Pippa clapped happily for him, her smile wide as she watched him. He was so sweet, he had a nice face. He was clearly appreciative of the attention people were giving him, yet he stayed humble. He was wonderful. “I have nowhere to be, and I’d love to stay!” Pippa told him excitedly, sticking out a hand for him to shake. “I’m Pippa!”

Matt grinned at the news that she didn’t have to go anywhere, and when she offered her hand, he took it in his own and shook it. “I’m Matt It’s er...it’s wonderful to meet you Pippa” He said with a sheepish smile. Now that it was just the two of them standing there, he had a moment to take her in; and what he saw made his heart thunder nervously in his chest. She was simply beautiful, quite possibly the most beautiful thing that Matt had ever seen in his entire life. His cheeks flushed again, and he turned away to his his face, under the guise of tuning his guitar. “So..er..what song do you think I should play next?” He asked, glancing back at her over his shoulder

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pippabellini:

Pippa went silent with everyone else, eyes wide and jaw dropped in awe as she listened to him sing and play quietly. At least until the chorus, when he sang and played louder and made Pippa rock to the beat. The anguish in his tone made her heart skip a beat, her hands clasped together as she rocked back and forth to the music. He was just so good, and everyone around them seemed to think so too as they hummed in appreciation.

Lyrically, the chorus was so relevant to Matt’s own struggle with his family that it was easy for him to use those real emotions to give his performance real depth. As he sang the last rendition of the chorus, the anguish he had carried through the whole song was laced with the anger, frustration, and resentment he felt towards them.

If you love me let me go If you love me let me go

Why couldn’t they just let him do what he loved and support him in that? Why did they feel the need to force him upon a path he didn’t want to be on?

‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart

He remembered back to the day when he had told them he wanted to pursue a career in music rather than a career on Broadway, and how they had only negative things to say; how they had tried, with no hesitation whatsoever, to tear down his dreams

Oh, the fear of falling apart Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart

Now he was here, on his own, and while he was happy to be pursuing his dream, to be doing something he actually wanted, not so deep inside, he was afraid, and doing everything he could to hold himself together

Oh, the fear of falling apart Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart..

As he finished playing the song, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes, which he had closed in the midst of pouring his emotions into the song. The audience all seemed to be enthralled and in awe, and all was silent and still for a moment. Then, quite suddenly, there was a lot of commotion as everyone moved forward to drop bills into the case, which had become more full from the last two songs than it had from every other song all day. His cheeks flushed again, but he smiled and nodded his head appreciatively all the same. He waved goodbye as most of the crowd moved on, before he turned to the dancing girl who was still there, a smile on his lips. “Listen..do you..er...have somewhere you need to be?” He asked curiously. “Because..you know..if not..if you’d like to...I’d really like it if you would stay and keep giving me songs to play. You er..you seem to have a knack for picking ones people want to hear”

[mattrobertsla-blog]

✉️ → bratty matty

Stud Muffin: Disappointed is the starting word of use, sure

Stud Muffin: Absolutely nothing, I'm down. I'll just casually act like I haven't set a curfew for myself for the past month and like I don't have a shitload of work to catch up on 👍

Bratty Matty: Good show 👍

Bratty Matty: Well hey mate, look at it this way, at least we'll be out there being disappointments to our respective parents tonight, rather than to ourselves. That's a plus right?

Bratty Matty: I've been feeling particularly defiant as of late. Is it obvious? xD

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pippabellini:

He was so passionate, he clearly loved what he did. Even if Pippa wasn’t a fan of the music, she still loved to see a musician so into what they were doing. That kind of passion made her happier than anything else. Pippa applauded with the rest of the crowd, grinning widely at the red haired man as he bashfully thanked the crowd around him, before turning to her and asking what song to play next. Pippa giggled, taping her finger to her lip as she thought. There were so many good songs that he would have sounded amazing doing, how could she pick just one? “This is Gospel? By Panic at the Disco?” She suggested curiously.

Matt grinned brightly as she giggled, the sound of it being quite infectious. He waited patiently for her answer to his question, but when she finally suggested a song, his face lit up once again and he nodded his head happily. He began strumming the strings, playing it slowly, much like the piano version of the song. As he began to sing, he sang softly, which seemed to cause everything around him to quiet down in order to be able to hear him.

This is gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories...

Then when he reached the chorus, he belted it out loudly, thoughts of his family fresh in his mind and giving a certain sound of anguish in his tone.

If you love me let me go If you love me let me go ‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart

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pippabellini:

Pippa grinned widely as he began to play, singing beautifully. Despite the fact they were in the middle of a busy sidewalk, where people would probably stare or laugh, Pippa began to dance. She twirled to the beat of the music, hips swaying and her hair swishing from side to side as she moved to the sound of his voice and to his guitar. He was really good. He had such an amazing voice, one that Pippa could listen to all the time if she had the option to. And he knew how to play really well too, like the instrument was an extension to his arm. She giggled happily as she looked over at him, never once ceasing her movements as she listened to him.

Matt glanced up while he was playing and noticed that the girl was dancing to the music, without so much as a care in the world; a sight that made his heart swell, and caused him to smile even wider than he already was. This, this right here, was a perfect example of why he loved playing music. To see it evoke so much happiness and joy in a person was the best feeling, and he felt every bit as happy as the beautiful dancing girl looked. As he approached the end of the song, he belted out the chorus, his raw joy coming through in his voice as he sang.

Don't you know that there,                                                                                                              Ain't no mountain high enough, Ain't no valley low enough, Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe!

Once he had finished the song, there was great deal of applause from quite a large group that had gathered around him in the time since he had started playing. He nodded his head appreciatively, his cheeks once again flushing a bit and he gave a wave of his hand. “Thanks! Thank you! I er..I’ll be here all day” He said with a small chuckle, before he turned his attention back to the dancing girl. “I..er..I really enjoyed playing that song” He admitted with a sheepish grin. “Would you..er..would you mind maybe..maybe giving me another one to play?”

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jaytspencer:

    As someone who worked at a radio station that broadcasted their music over Sirius-SM radio, Jay was someone who was constantly surrounded by music. Whether it be people who were scheduled for on-air interviews in regards to their music or guests on the show who were to perform one of their songs live. The one single elements of all of that was giving people a chance to speak their mind, explain how music shaped them and how it influenced them in their daily life. Such a situation was one that was reason why Jay found interest in the sight of a crowd surrounding what looked like a street performer. Just a man, his guitar and his vocals which had a golden voice quality to it. Stepping closer to the group until he was amongst the crowd, Jay comfortably folded on arm over the other and listened in. The others in the group seemed to be swaying along and nodding their head to the man, applauding when the man was finished and some even sticking around to hear an encore. Jay, being one of them. When the man asked aloud for requests, Jay didn’t want to pick the a-typical songs that he figured people knew how to play already. But the impulse in him spoke too soon. “As much as you probably already get requests to play Lego House, Bloodstream or Give Me Love, I’d be interested in seeing what spin you could put on Hey There Delilah. If it’s a song you’d play that is”.

Matt chuckled a bit at the man’s words, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.“Yeah I mean I ..er..do get requests for those songs a lot. Not that I mind too much..I mean.. Ed is brilliant” He said with a nod and a smile. “But yeah.. I can definitely do Hey There Delilah” He added with a curt nod, before he began strumming his guitar strings. He smiled knowingly as he prepared himself to play this song, having spent quite a bit of time playing around with it back when he was in high school. This man had seemed interested in seeing it done differently than the way it was normally done, and Matt knew exactly how to do that. Rather than strumming the strings at the medium tempo that the song was normally played in, he began playing it very slowly, and very quietly, much more the way one would play a conventional ballad. As he continued in playing he got a little bit louder and a little bit faster, until by the end of the song, his tempo had gradually increased to being faster and louder than the song was originally.

Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me What you do to me.

As he concluded the song, he nodded his head appreciatively to his audience before turning to the man who had requested the song. “So er...what did you think?” He asked with a shy smile

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pippabellini:

Pippa loved walking everywhere. She grew up in such a small town that she could walk around and see everything in the town before dinner time. Los Angeles wasn’t quite that way, but she was determined to explore it. Every day she saw something new, something that made her happy or awed. Yesterday it was street art, today it was a man on the corner, playing guitar and singing his heart out. And he was good too. Pippa looked around, frowning as no one made a request, and she bounded over to him without a second thought. “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough? The original one, not the one by Diana Ross?” Pippa requested, dropping a few dollars into his guitar case and looking back at him with a wide smile.

Matt glanced over when he finally heard someone speak up, and immediately felt his cheeks flush as he found himself face to face with a girl who was prettier than words could possibly describe. However, thankfully he didn’t have a lot of time to get too flustered about it, because when he heard her request, an easy grin came to his lips; it was impossible not to smile when faced with the prospect of playing a Motown classic. Nodding his head, he strummed his guitar a few times before he dove into the song, singing both parts where it was possible, the smile never leaving his lips as he played.

Listen baby, ain't no mountain high, Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby If you need me call me no matter where you are, No matter how far; don't worry baby Just call my name; I'll be there in a hurry You don't have to worry,

Oh baby there ain't no mountain high enough, Ain't no valley low enough, Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe.....

[champgncmami-blog]

“I’ll admit I definitely used my daughter as an excuse to watch Moana seven times. She didn’t even care for it and now I want a DNA test. Think Maury would let me on his show?”

[mattrobertsla-blog]

“I..er..haven’t actually seen it yet..if I’m being honest. I know I know..I’m honestly kind of disappointed in myself. Hearing you say that you loved it enough to see it seven times makes me want to see it even more than I already did.”

[maddie-teller]

“Hey, you joining me tonight?” Mason asked with a smile before he took a mouthful of beer.

[mattrobertsla-blog]

Matt had taken the seat beside the other gentlemen randomly, but when he turned and asked if he would be joining him, Matt chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah mate. I..er..I suppose I am” He said, before signaling for the bartender. “Can I get a Guinness please” He asked before turning back to the man he had sat down beside” “So..you er..come here often?” He asked, taking a swig from his Guinness as soon as it arrived.

[anastasiaoconnormd]

“Is there something appealing about public sex that I never got the memo on? Because I arrested a couple for it earlier today, and I found out it wasn’t their first time getting caught. I can’t decide if that was the worst part, or if it’s worse that they’re well into their fifties.”

[mattrobertsla-blog]

“I..er...I really can’t answer that question mate. I mean...I think it has something to do with the danger of getting caught? It adds adrenaline to the situation and makes it...better I guess? I dunno. I honestly don’t understand the appeal myself if I’m being honest. You’d be better off asking my best mate. He’d have a better idea than I do. That..that is really unfortunate that you had to see that though”