#cheyenne:starters

[allcve]

Open- females; “You are the upperclass, bubbly cheerleader and I’m the girl your friends hate.”

“They were bound to find out eventually.” The brunette felt like the other didn’t want the world to know about them, or at least her world. “If you want this to end then it’s fine. We were just fucking around.” The words hurt to say, but it was her only line of defense.

[keptfcith]

Based on - 6 years of missing home for 3 minutes on the radio

Cheyenne had put her blood, sweat, and tears into her music and now that it was starting to take off she was more than happy. Turning on her radio as she heard her own voice, it was like a sign that she was right where she was supposed to be.  She had come far from that small-town girl who had sung her heart out in the pews at church.  As a friend patted her back she was searching for them, wanting them to be just as happy for her as she was for herself. Maybe, they wouldn’t mind her being gone for so long because she finally made it. 

[keptfcith]

Open -

If I could trade love like Cheyenne If I could be just as cold as the beer in her hand If I could move men and mountains with a wink and a grin

Tour was fun the most fun Cheyenne ever had, and to have it come to an end was nothing something she was ready to come to terms with. Her band making it big meant that she got recognized often, but back home? She was Cheyenne, the daughter of the town’s drunk.  As she made her way back to the bar she gave the bartender a grin. “Come on Stan, another beer?” She rested her head on her hand as she stared down the bar at the other.