@muserevival||102.1 Lyrics

[bemydownfall]

"What are we gonna do?
We've opened the door, now it's all coming through
Tell me you see it too
We've opened our eyes and its changing the view
Oh, what are we gonna do?
We've opened the door, now its all coming through"
• How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, Florence + The Machine

There was one overarching thought for Caleb as he walked into the club next to his coworker, Martin. He didn't want to be here. An indie hard rock show was hardly Caleb's scene, having grown up in the South on country music and classic rock, but Martin had asked to be nice, concerned that Caleb wasn't getting out enough (not entirely true, though he tended to keep his weekend benders at gay bars to himself), and he just didn't want to be a dick when Martin was trying to be a friend. But the music was too fucking loud, the venue was crowded, and Caleb was okay with dancing, but this type of music was better suited to kids who participated in mosh pits and ended up with concussions or broken bones than to half-dressed guys in clubs who ended up in hotel rooms with him only to be sent on their way when all was said and done.

( Caleb had never used drugs in his life, aside from one time when his drink had been spiked at a party... )

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[moviesismagic]

I think I experienced what a heart attack felt like today. Blood... lots of blood, holy hell.

@ muserevival | 102.2. Quotes

[zedblaze]

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"We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less a second chance." - Harrison Ford

Zed played at so many bars, on so many nights, that he had no reason to believe tonight would be any different. This had become his life. His norm. His second chance when he probably should be dead. Murdered. When he thought about that, he still got that cold sick feeling in his gut. Chances were that he would have been murdered by his father that night if he hadn’t run for his life. Literally. That was no longer a metaphor for him. He was still alive, that was all that mattered… even if he now had a whole new life and no connections left with who he used to be.

( It had been vital necessity to transform. He had a whole new identity, and his new name was indeed an homage to the phoenix... )

"But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame."

[zedblaze]

Who: Zed Blaze and Caleb Leary
What: Ghost from the past
Where: The Bondi, Rock Night
When: Wednesday night

"But he's a fucking stalker!"

That was what Zed heard when he finished his set and went to step off the stage at The Bondi, and he would know Jude's voice anywhere. He played here one night a month for Rock Night and it was one of his favourite venues. The place was always heaving with people, and Luke and his family and friends were just lovely people, no doubt about it. Made Zed wish he could find a nice Aussie and settle down one day. So far, he had been unlucky in love because he just couldn't fucking trust anyone anymore. He paused on the steps of the stage leading out to the back corridor of the bar, trying to listen to what the hell was going on.

"Look, bitch, you can't just get all up in someone's face just because you get a boner seeing them perform. Do you know how fucking dangerous that is? You could be a fucking axe murderer!" That was Reecy. The one who was fiercely protective of her friends on a level that could actually turn violent. She had been arrested going into defensive mode for Winnie, her BFF who was there with his boyfriend along with Jude and Reecy that night.

It was enough to cause Zed to finally jump down the last couple of steps and out into the hall to see what was going on. His band were following him down, but when he forcefully baulked and caused his drummer to trip into his back. Zed looked over his shoulder to shook him a glare, but soon his guylinered blue eyes were back on the scene unfolding. Luke was there with a couple of his bouncers, obviously trying to figure out what was going on.

As tempting as it was for Zed to once again run the fuck away (and this time, actually go through with it), he didn't. This was a fucking crossroads, and as much as he hated that he had to do this, inside, he wasn't really an asshole.

"It's fine. He's with me," he finally said and turned his cool gaze to Caleb, who was standing in between Luke and Winston.