Tyler Vogel

'Sup? Name's Tyler. Yeah, I know it's a guys name. No, I don't hate my parents for giving it to me. I actually think it's pretty cool. I'm twenty one years young, and have spent my entire life living in sunny California. LA to be exact. I like sports, music, hanging out, and having fun. RIght now I'm working as Parker Kane's (Yes, the Parker Kane) "publicist," Basically his momager wanted him to get one, he didn't want one, so he got his mom to hire me. We've been buds since forever ago, so basically, I now have an excuse to go and bug the hell out of him at the studio. You know you love me Parks! That's about it I guess, if you want to know more, just text me or somehthing.

[arabelladesouza-deactivated2012]

Well, hello there.

The name’s Arabella. 

[tyler-v-blog]

Nice to meet you Arabella. I'm Tyler

[tyler-v-blog]

[laconicmaestro]

Poking Around [Tyler&Jackson]

[tyler-v-blog]

TAGGING: tyler-v, laconicmaestro

LOCATION: Set

TIME FRAME: First day [I have no idea when the “date” is]

"That's cool," Tyler said, giving him another nod. It was nice to meet someone she could talk music with, or sort of. Jackson obviously wasn't a talkative person, but most of the other people around the set never seamed interested in that type of conversation. "So, mainly classical stuff, or do you write more modern based stuff as well?"

[piper-zero-blog]

Hello.

[piper-zero-blog]

That’s nice, I guess. How long have you known Parker?

[tyler-v-blog]

Since forever. Our Dads were roommates in college, so we've been stuck together since we were little.

[piper-zero-blog]

Hello.

[piper-zero-blog]

That I am, and really? You seem… too young to be a publicist.

[tyler-v-blog]

Haha, yeah, that's why I said sort of. Parker is more like my brother, but I do some publicist-y like stuff for him.

[piper-zero-blog]

Hello.

[piper-zero-blog]

I’m Natalie, nice to meet you.

[tyler-v-blog]

Oh, you're one of the actresses, right? I'm Parker's sort-of publicist.

[piper-zero-blog]

Hello.

[tyler-v-blog]

Hey! I'm Tyler

[tyler-v-blog]

So, who's around?

[tyler-v-blog]

[wetdreamsonlylastforanight]

[averyfisher-deactivated20120821]

avery & tyler

[tyler-v-blog]

TAGGING ➜ averyfisher, tylervogel, para: can’t change the way i am

TIME FRAME ➜ asdfghkl i’ll decide this later

TITLE CREDIT ➜ Can’t Change the Way I Am//Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy; Tata Young

NOTES ➜ 

Luckily, she wasn’t busy at the moment, but somehow was being force into sticking around. She sat (or slouched was more accurate) in her chair with her phone in her hands, absently tapping away at the keys and was only vaguely aware of the goings-on around her. Avery didn’t particularly care much, either, considering getting this job had been a fluke and she didn’t actually want to be here. The only reason? The money. Getting out of smalltown hell. Being able to have a real life that was far more interesting than the one she’d led back home. She was just lucky to be pretty enough with a surprising amount of talent and comedic timing.

But mostly being pretty.

A shadow loomed over her and she didn’t bother looking up (Angry Birds?Serious business) from her iPhone. “Creeping isn’t cool, you know,” she said. “So, can you not? You’re making me uncomfortable.”

Tyler was sitting on the set, for no apparent reason, again. That was the fall through of this "job," Even if she really wasn't a publicist, she still had to show up like she was. She was bored, and, just like Avery, hungover. She couldn't get Parker to come out with her last night, so she just went at it by herself. Evidently, if you, or at least she, went out without Parker or some other sort of force of reason, she would just keep going, and now she was paying for it with a major headache. Her normal lack of focus, reduced to nil. She found herself wandering the set, and not really paying attention. 

Tyler spotted Avery, sitting down, and messing around on her phone. Someone has the right idea, she thought, wondering why in the name of god was her phone, not in her pocket? Oh, that's right. She was too drunk this morning to remember to grab it when she left her house for the 7 AM call time. A voice brought her back to reality, or, almost back at least. 

"Sorry?" she asked, slightly confused about what was going on. She really needed to go find some advil. 

[laconicmaestro]

Poking Around [Tyler&Jackson]

[tyler-v-blog]

TAGGING: tyler-v, laconicmaestro

LOCATION: Set

TIME FRAME: First day [I have no idea when the “date” is]

"All of them?" she asks, impressed. Tyler had always envied those who seamed to be able to just pick up an instrument and play it. She could only play a few, and she would never claim to be a instrumentalist. "Wow. That's pretty sweet. I've just got piano, guitar and violin, but to be honest, I'm more of a singer. It's kind of amazing, to play that many,"

[laconicmaestro]

Poking Around [Tyler&Jackson]

[tyler-v-blog]

TAGGING: tyler-v, laconicmaestro

LOCATION: Set

TIME FRAME: First day [I have no idea when the “date” is]

"Okay," she said nodding, mulling it over. It made sense, but for her, music was always lyrics first, melodies later. It was a whole different mentality of thinking. "And I didn't mean it in a bad way, it was joke," she explained, when she saw the face he made when he told her it wasn't noise. 

"Well alright Jackson," she said, with a joking smile, "What instruments do you play, to not make noise?" 

[tyler-v-blog]

{coffee eyes and blank stares} Tyler&[Open]

TAGGING ➜ tylervogel, ****, para: coffee eyes

TIME FRAME ➜ Thursday, April 26th; Morning

TITLE CREDIT ➜ Coffee Eyes//The Wonder Years; Suburbia

NOTES ➜ Alright, well I'm going to post this, but then I have to get something to eat, so I'll reply after I get back :)

She pulled out her phone to check the time, debating wether to take her car, or not. She had to be at the set at 7:30, and now it was just a little past six. She could walk, get there just in time, and probably feel even more tired by doing so, or she could take the car and get to the studio a half an hour before everyone else got there, and sit outside, seeing as she didn't have a key. That's when it hit her, coffee. She could take the car, stop for coffee and some breakfast on the way, and arrive just a tad bit late, if not on time with everyone else. She hopped into the car,  and started to drive, wondering on where she should get this breakfast.

Tyler didn't normally really do breakfast, she would wake up, do what had to be done for the morning, and then go get a snack of some sort around eleven, so her knowledge of breakfast serving locations was slightly limited. There was a McDonald's on the way, for one, she'd had their coffee before, and it wasn't all that great, and two she thought she might as well treat herself to something relatively nice, seeing as she was up way before what she considered an acceptable hour. 

The dinner, the one she used to go to on saturdays with her brothers to get milkshakes. They would have breakfast, and she hadn't been their in ages. She took a left, hoping she was remembering the right way to get there. A few turns later she found herself in front of the familiar building, and smiled to herself. She parked, before hopping out of the car and making her way inside. She pushed open the door, the glass cold against her hands. She walked towards the counter, giving a friendly smile to a waitress who she recognized, wondering if she remembered her. 

She sat down on on of the stools, and ordered a coffee, before looking down over the menu. She almost asked if she could get a black & white milkshake, just for old times sake, but she figured, a) it was cold enough already, without ice cream, and b) it may have sugar, but she needed caffeine if she was going to make it though today. She scoured over the different options, but being the indecisive person that she was, was having a hard time deciding on what exactly to get. She was brought out of her thoughts, when she heard the door being pushed open. Out of curiosity, she turned her head, and smiled when she realized who it was. "Hey!" she said, cheerfully, but still with a touch of sleepiness to it, and gave a small wave.

[tyler-v-blog]

Morning.

[parker-kane-blog]

So....tumblring.

[parker-kane-blog]

Oh! Oops. Yeah, I thought you’d already met her, otherwise I would’ve introduced you? Or definitely better letting you find out for yourself…

Maybe she just wanted you to set the files to music or something…it’d be way more interesting after all. 

[tyler-v-blog]

Nah, no worries. Like I said, met her today, but she definetly isn't a charmer. Or better if I hadn't said hi to her in the first place.. 

Almost anything, would be more interesting those files. Hence why most of them are sitting in a pile for when the boredom of sitting around the set gets to me.

[parker-kane-blog]

So....tumblring.

[parker-kane-blog]

Haha, yeah, charmer’s totally the right word. 

And you know, the usual. Mom put me to work on memorizing my script, so that’s totally what I’m doing right now. :P

[tyler-v-blog]

I hope you know I was kidding. That girl's...interesting?

Of course. Just like I totally read through those files she gave me on the first day.