#da1syjones

[siixth-a]

@da1syjones | sc

she'd been completely perplexed by daisy's call. naturally, she'd harbored the hope that oahu was not going to be the last time she'd get to share a stage with the girl. that gig was phenomenal. & she's been trying to plant a seed in billy's mind, something to make him reconsider future collaborations with someone who so clearly belongs on stage with them. so yes, she hoped they'd meet again – but definitely not at a police station. she'd told her there's no need to explain why she was in jail in the first place. they've all done things they're not proud of & she wasn't going to push. but she watches her gather her things & part of her wonders if she needs a push. if she needs a friend after whatever the hell happened to get her here. i've got no people, she said – how is she supposed to walk away from that ? " hey – " she calls before daisy has a chance to bolt, arms folded across her chest. " there's a coffee shop around the corner. do you want to... ? "

[unvendaval]

starter call . @da1syjones gets billy !

in the comfort of home , billy could hardly believe he was a boy of the steel mill , just a few years back , on this very same place . he's riding a high , not only joy for what they've accomplished , but a middle finger to those who doubted their leaps of faith . this couldn't be possible , not without daisy . just with little time , she became the heart of the band ... not that he'd ever admit it to her face . he wouldn't give her that satisfaction .

after a quick post - concert shower , billy knocks on daisy's door . for once , on the same hotel floor . their rooms right beside one another . he couldn't help but keep an eye , to care . when she opens , he's holding bags of food to each side of his head . " figured you'd be hungry ... can i come in ? "

[unvendaval]

@da1syjones sc .

seven , eight , nine ... ! what a glorious pun . the rush of adrenaline becomes addictive , playing night after night to prove teddy fucking price that the six were worth his time . billy is lightheaded after he comes off stage , like floating on air — on top of the world . there's no better feeling , not even booze could replace that for him . as the next band settles to play , he decides to hang by himself beside the stage door , a swig of silver flask and a cigarette in hand . and there she comes , hopefully , a fan . vibrant red hair & fierce blue eyes , he might as well pry . " how'd you like the show ? " he hands the pack of cigarettes in her direction .

[luckbabe]

“  don’t look at me like that.  ” bones

he  doesn’t  listen,  taking  a  page  from  her  book.  his  stare  bears  into  her,  analytical  and  if  he  were  entirely  honest  with  himself,  which  he  tries  to  be  for  more  practical  matters  almost  exclusively,  one  may  identify  hints  of  concern  there  too.  it’s  none  of  his  business,  says  the  little  mind  in  his  head.  don’t  get  involved.  the  lighting  tech  is  perhaps  their  most  avid  spectator,  a  professional  spectator  and  usually  she’s  –  objectively  –  a  sight  to  behold.  yet,  from  his  comfortable  distance,  he  can  sense  something  is  different,  something  is  wrong.  there’s  lines  he  doesn’t  cross,  and  words  he  doesn’t  say.    “  didn’t  mean  to  stare.  ”    bones  says,  not  breaking  eye  contact  despite  stepping  back  towards  the  fixture  he’s  supposed  to  be  dismounting.    “  tonight’s  show  was  just  a  little…  different.  they  have  been,  lately.  ”    he  hides  behind  his  work,  doesn’t  offer  her  another  of  the  smiling  pity  she’s  been  getting  from  the  rest  of  the  band  and  crew.  a  passive  deadpan,    “  but  hey,  i  get  paid  to  chase  you  around  with  a  light,  so  at  least  we’ll  always  have  that.  ”

exes with feelings prompts.

[unvendaval]

012.  the rooftop of a very tall building .

billy looks to the sky , as if searching for an answer of how have they come this far . was it their talent , was it luck ? he's never been to new york before this - kids from pittsburgh only presented with two choices growing up . he begs to stay for a few days before returning to their tour . fascinated , a childlike quality to his gaze . he invites daisy to a rooftop restaurant - an olive branch , a celebration of their success at thirty rock . for once , a grin on his face . he swallows the last of his mocktail , a word for fancy juice , before green eyes turn to @da1syjones .

" how'd you feel out there ? "

[dunnewithyou-arch]

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what ringtone my muse has set for yours: bennie and the jets by elton john, i feel like daisy took her to one of his concerts

what my muse thinks of the way yours texts: she's fine, when they're doing the interviews daisy tends to go off on long tangents on something and julia has to remind her that they're meeting in person in three days and she can tell her then

how quickly my muse responds to your texts: pretty quickly, within a few hours if she can. she still admires daisy jones, always has and always will

how often our muses text: pretty often, probably a few times a week. julia really values daisy's opinion on things

how often our muses call: not as often, maybe once or twice a month? daisy's busy with her music and learning how to be a mom so texting is just easier

does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: never!

last text sent from my muse to yours: which record should i get for dad's birthday?

what contact photo my muse has set for yours:

they were in the middle of an interview and julia just had to get a picture

[unbelong]

it can be hard. no one tells you that when you start out in the entertainment business. it seemed ideal from the outside - the money, the glitz and glamor, the attention and luxury - but they struggle just as much as anyone else. being in the public eye can make someone feel so lonely. jonathan has experienced as much through the years, but it's hard to warn someone of the downfalls when they already have full stars in their eyes. when jonny had first met daisy, he knew she was going places. her band had just the right sound, and the right amount of heart. he'd been happy to have them on tour, and jonny had made sure to keep an eye on daisy, knowing that she may fly too close to the sun. he wouldn't be able to stop her from jumping off the deep end - daisy had to learn a few things on her own - but he could help her back out of rock bottom. that's why he was here, now.

‘ there're something's you gotta go through and get through in order t'learn from them, ’ he's been at this a long time, and he thinks he knows a few things. jonny gives a small smile, comforting in nature, elbows leaning on his knees as he listens to daisy speak. ‘ and no matter what you go through, you're not broken - a little lost, maybe, but far from broken, ’ at daisy's question, jonny glances out across the grounds, admiring the flowers, breathing in the fresh air, giving a sigh as he lets it out. ‘ me? i just kept going. i still keep going. take it one day at a time - it's cliche as hell, but it works. as long as you let it, ’ wise gaze lands back on the woman, his smile a bit bigger, now. ‘ and you keep lettin' people help you. that's all we wanna do is help, daisy, ’ @da1syjones from here.

[isgull]

"i think i've said it already, but i'm really glad you wanna be part of this documentary. i know the time with the band was a pretty rough one towards the end." she isn't going to mention how she's pieced together why it was rough for her specifically, but she assumes part of daisy must know that she knows, at least to a certain extent. "but it's not just gonna be all about the six. if you're comfortable, you can talk about your childhood, your friendship with simone, even your daughter," julia smiles. "it is daisy jones and the six, after all."

@da1syjones ! starter call.