We're Killing Loneliness {band & open to all!}

[salem alaric burroughs]

FROM LASHES TO ASHES,
^{and from lust to dust.}

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Salem thinks this stage is his home.
He is wearing this}

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IN YOUR SWEETEST TORMENT,
^{i'm lost.}

The night for Salem's first large scale performance had arrived. The club had been done up like an intensely macabre but hauntingly beautiful graveyard scene, the stage set with faux tombstones and a fog machine. Salem had finished up writing two nights before and had scare gotten much sleep since then between preperations and practices. But he felt that his band, who finally settled on Killing Loneliness, were ready for their shot. They were to be introduced to the public in several hours and Salem fretted that there still seemed to be so much left to do. But as a notriously perpetual worrier, he knew he was being silly.

Rallie, a mutual friend of several of the band members, was currently occupying the entire length of Mattias's massive bathroom with what seemed to be her entire studio plus. She had excitedly agreed to give each of the guys a full-scale makeover for the show that evening and Salem was the first to admit how apprehensive he was. Much to his dismay and repeated please for help, he had been turned into a virtual glam god. His normally hat-covered, extremely messy hair had been tamed into something halfway presentable and curled slightly. Rallie had managed to talk him into pulling it away from his face enough that his bright green eyes could be seen. She'd also ignored his protests as she applied a mixture of dark purples, blacks, and blue shades of various eye makeup around his eyes, claiming it would make them pop even more, as well as the light reddish-pink lipstick she'd gotten him to wear.

In terms of outfits Rallie had gotten one of her friends to bring various things for them to try on, which resulted in chaos and complaining in abudance. Rallie about broke his eardrums squealing at the impossibly tight black leather pants and faux fur coat she'd found. When he said something about not wanting to look like a coked-out, glam whore she called him some very unlady-like names and told him to shut up. Finally the debate was on for a shirt which was soon decided against, and a pair of black boots given to Salem. After he slinked into his outfit his breath hitched in his throat when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Bewildered he had wandered up to the mirror, touching the reflection of his eyes, mouth, hair. It was atonshing the difference it made. And how..at home he felt in the borderline drag-queen getup.

They had loaded said band and equipment into a van and headed for the venue. When the band arrived Salem bounded inside like an excited puppy, eager to check out the stage. The sound check began with running through a bunch of older songs and the few new ones that Salem had recently written. He walked up the steps at a quick pace, planting himself infront of the microphone and belting out woes of love and loss, life and death, and how it all was meaningless. Salem actually requested a 'loose mic' in order to move around while he sang. He even managed to sweet-talk one of the owners into allowing him to smoke on stage.

Finally it was nearing time for the show to start, only an hour's wait to go. Salem ran around shyly greeting people he knew, saying hello to fangirls, and getting things in order. Exhausted already from the excess social interaction he sat down at the bar for a cold drink. He had texted and myspaced and every other possible method of communcation'd everyone he could think of to invite to the show. One person in particular he was excited to see hadn't yet shown up, a certain boy he knew only by face and name. Salem sipped gingerly on the Sprite he'd ordered, willing his nerves to calm down before they got the best of him. It'd been years since he'd had an anxiety attack before a concert, but with the mounting pressure anything could happen tonight. Salem casually brushed some of the hair away from his pale face as he smiled around his straw, beyond excited for the show.

AND NO HEAVEN CAN HELP US

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CREDIT TO SUPER ECHO?! OF CAUTION 2.0. SHE ROCKS MY LIFE, SO I WON'T DARE STEAL FROM HER UNLESS I WANNA GET MY SPLEEN PULLED OUT THROUGH MY EAR. LYRICS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER(S). TOODLE-LOO!

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[mordecai lee evans]

Mordecai walked into the bar and club, grabbing his pass so that he could get in without a fake ID. He was here today because he had promised someone online he would come to see their band. He wasn’t going to pass up music, and another way to get out of the house. Mordecai also wanted an idea of what his dad did every night, except for tonight because he had no interest in being in the same place as his son. Mordecai liked the way the place was set up, with graveyard tombs, and the smoke machines on the corner of the stage. He looked around at the other people there, people his age, even younger. The crowd was full of familiar faces from school, same at the bar, kids his age had gotten fake ID’s so they could drink. Mordecai would never, ever drink again. Not after what happened last time.
Mordecai stood a little ways from the crowd, not wanting to get lumped in and pushed everywhere. He was too afraid to actually stand in front of the crowd, or in the way back, so he just stood off to the side. He looked around the club once more, seeing faces he knew were too young to be drinking. Even though he only wanted a soda, he knew the need for a alcoholic beverage would be too much if he went over there with all the other drinkers. Still, he didn’t want to go thirsty, he just had to trust himself. Mordecai walked over to the bar and stood in a relatively empty spot. He asked the bartender for a club soda, and then he patiently waited, ignoring all temptation’s. After a minute or two he finally got his drink, and he rested his back against the bar as he sipped it.

[salem alaric burroughs]

A SINGER, A WRITER,
^{he's not dreaming now of going nowhere.}

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Salem thinks he's super nervous about meeting the guy of his dreams Mordecai.
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everytime that,
^{and all he was is just a tradegy.}

Salem had finished up the sprite he'd ordered and was currently working on his second one. He tried not to eat anything or drink too much before going on stage since it tended to make him less likely to prance around. Salem had been waiting on the boy to show up for a while when he finally spotted him coming in the door. A grin appeared on his face as he nervously took another sip of his drink to hide it. He didn't want to come across as over-eager or anything.

When the boy he'd recoginized from the various chat room conversations began walking towards the bar Salem's chest thundered. He didn't know if the boy would even remember him or not, since he tended to be rather quiet in the chat rooms. Just as he was in public whenever he wasn't on a stage. When the boy asked for a club soda and leaned his back against the bar Salem gathered his remaining courage to stand up and walk over to him. He climbed down off of the bar stool and took a shaky breath as he walked straight over to..what was his name..oh right, Mordecai!

Salem walked infront of Mordecai, struggling to keep his composure. He was even cuter in person then he had looked online, which was something that rarely ever happened. He fiddled with the bottom of his faux fur coat, figuring he must look pretty odd with his rock star makeup on. He took another deep breath, picking his words carefully. He didn't want to come across as stalkerish or desperate. And he surely didn't want to come across as some pompus rockstar wannabe. So he figured he would try to just be himself and let Mordecai decide.

"Mordecai? It's me, Salem. The, uh, one who invited you." He made sure he kept his voice steady, not wanting to seem like a blubbering fangirl.

SO HE VOYAGES IN CIRCLES SUCCEEDS GOING NOWHERE

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CREDIT TO SUPER ECHO?! OF CAUTION 2.0. SHE ROCKS MY LIFE, SO I WON'T DARE STEAL FROM HER UNLESS I WANNA GET MY SPLEEN PULLED OUT THROUGH MY EAR. LYRICS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER(S). TOODLE-LOO!

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[mordecai lee evans]

Mordecai was sipping his drink, not even paying attention to his surroundings. He was to busy thinking about his father. Mordecai was worried, if his dad wasn’t coming here tonight, that meant he would drink at home, and that meant lots of alcohol all over the house. Mordecai shook his head, mentally anyways, his dad would just drink it all anyways. To lost in his own thoughts, Mordecai didn’t notice the person in front of him until he spoke. Dressed in stage wear, Mordecai was slightly shocked, but guessing he was an band member he shook it off.

So this was this the mysterious stranger from online was it? It was rare to find someone online whos picture really looked like him, and in some cases better. “ Uh hey Salem. Thanks for inviting me” Mordecai tried to stay calm, but he was never good at talking to other people. One usually had more courage online; then one did offline. Mordecai put his drink down on the bar, ignoring a few suspicious glances from a group of people.

Mordecai looked at Salem, we kind of confused. He felt a lot more tension than he should. Mordecai decided that instead of sexual tension, it was just the nerves of the show. “So are you going on soon?” There was no reason to be rude, and the last thing he wanted was to come of as a mean person. Even if he was more outgoing online, he wasn’t mean, and awkward silences were the last thing he wanted.
The words may have came out smooth, but in his head they were far from.

Mordecai was still a little on the confused side, still not understanding it. He usually had no problem talking to other guys, except for his tormentors anyways. Mordecai never was a good talker, but he liked to think he could be smooth enough when he wanted to be.

[salem alaric burroughs]

WHAT A WICKED GAME TO PLAY,
^{to make me feel this way.}

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Salem thinks he's super nervous about meeting the guy of his dreams Mordecai.
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WHAT A WICKED THING TO DO,
^{to let me dream of you.}

As Salem tried to gather up the courage to go speak to Mordecai he spotted a few of his band members standing around the stage giving him thumbs up and grins. Thankfully he'd found such an odd group of friends, most people weren't accepting of his one-foot-out-of-the-closet status. Though his closest bandmates knew what had happened between himself and his mother and were more than helpful in trying to set him up with guys they thought he'd like. On more than one occasion he'd been set up with blonde meatheads who kept talking about their pecks. And once Corey had set him up with this guy who kept talking about enjoying hearing his pigs squeal...which came off as very Deliverance and creepy.

Salem mustered up the courage after reminding himself that the worst that could happen is he could scare off the poor boy by looking like the love child of Jim Morrison and a drag queen. The boy wouldn't bite him, well hopefully not anyway. So he took a deep breath and walked right on over. Having not passed out when he introduced himself he mentally patted himself on the back for breaking out a little of his social awkwardness. When Mordecai spoke Salem thought he felt his legs turn to jell-o and his stomach do backflips. His voice was like angels singing around him and he could amost feel his hands start shaking.

"Y-you're very welcome, Mordecai. I am very happy you came, I've been wanting to meet you in person." He let out a soft giggle at the end of the sentence. Then began the process of mentally facepalming and beating himself up for coming off as a creeper.

When he was asked if he were going on soon Salem simply nodded. He was still mentally beating himself for being such an idiot. He caught Mattias' eye and gave quick widening of the eys, a signal he was embarassing himself. Salem took a deep breath to steady his nerves. The show was going to be started soon and he'd already made an idiot of himself. He counted to three in his head before continuing his shy smile at the handsome boy.

"Uhm, I just wanted to say that...erm, ah, you are really cute, Mordecai." Dear jeebus! Ugh, just stick a fork in him, he was dead in the water he was sure.

THIS WORLD IS ONLY GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART

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CREDIT TO SUPER ECHO?! OF CAUTION 2.0. SHE ROCKS MY LIFE, SO I WON'T DARE STEAL FROM HER UNLESS I WANNA GET MY SPLEEN PULLED OUT THROUGH MY EAR. LYRICS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER(S). TOODLE-LOO!

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[sophia riley allen]

Sophia walked into the bar, looking out for a friend of hers, They had met recently and had got along pretty well, and he had invited her to a concert of his. Sophia excepted, she loved music, and had even been in a band when she was in high school. Soph had played guitar, was good at it, but found more satisfaction in painting. Soph, being a naturally supportive and fun person, couldn't wait to see her friend up on stage. She had been tempted to make a sign, for kicks, but didn't know if he would be be embarrassed or not, so she ditched the idea.

Sophia was glad she didn't have to wear her sunglasses and gloves, or any longer clothes. Last time Salem and Sophia saw each other (First time)she had to wear sunglasses because of a nasty bruise on her eye. She didn't have to wear them now because some time had passed. Because of her swollen eye last time she couldn't see him very well, but she had seen his bright green eyes. Now he would be able to see her bright blue ones, and the emotions behind them. Soph walked, looking for him, her heals making a tap on the ground.

Sophia had decided to dress edgier for the occasion, wearing a black and white lace crop top (but her belly didn't show), black skinny jeans that looked like they were made of leather, but weren't, and black ankle boots. She wore a black and white eyeshadow, her lashes long and dark, The eye makeup made her icey blue eyes pop, and she also wore a darker, almost raspberry colored, lipstick. Her style was odd because she changed it so much, she could dress sweet and girly one day and dark and edgy the next, she wore what ever suited her. She usually wore heels to, not because she cared about looking taller she just thought they looked cool. Soph had curled her hair, the style made it look darker than usual, which she thought was suiting.

Sophia spotted Salem near the stage and walked up to him "Salem!Hi, you look awesome!" she said excitedly, she wondered how he would take the compliment, she knew he was a bit shy, nothing like Sophs naturally crazy and outgoing personality. He was cool though, Soph liked him. She spotted his band mates and waved to them, she couldn't wait to see all of them preform, she also had a urge to talk to the guitarist (assuming they had one, but why not?) she smiled widely "I cant wait to see you preform" she said to Salem, she didn't really sound like a fan girl, more like a supportive friend. She turned to the guy next to him "I'm sorry!did I interrupt something?" she said, blushing.

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[mordecai lee evans]

Mordecai smiled politely at Salem’s statement. “ Its uh nice to meet you to, Salem.” Mordecai felt nervous, and only slightly off ease. He usually wasn’t nervous around most guys, maybe sometimes around the guys who missed with him at school. Mordecai was really confused about the attraction he felt, and the tension between them couldn’t be cut with a knife. Mordecai shook his head mentally, he had already been threw all of the ideas.
Mordecai blushed deeply, making his pale skin look even paler in comparison to the crimson blush. Mordecai though back to the few conversations they had shared, and now realized he had probably been hit on. Mordecai mentally facepalmed himself for not realizing it before, but he was really oblivious when it came to those things. “ Uh- um T-thanks” Ok so Mordecai was most certainly not the smoothest talker, but he had never been hit on before.
“ Uh Hi uh... Sophia!” Mordecai had trouble remembering her name, but he finally remembered it when thinking about the names the corresponded with pictures online. He was still blushing, and probably stuttering. He suddenly found a spot on the floor fascinating, and he looked down at it. He fiddled with a loose string on his shirt, because that to was interesting. He was trying to conceal his blush. He felt really embarrassed, and he didn’t know if he should be or not, because his feeling were really confused.

[salem alaric burroughs]

AND HERE'S TO THE PAIN
the light of the oncoming train

Salem had been awkwardly trying to hold up a conversation. He was failing miserably and just made the major mistake of calling his crush cute. He might be a beast on the stage but he was so shy offstage that this made his cheeks burn red. He bit his lower lip nervously as he finished talking, awkwardly trying to find something to do with his hands. He looked as though he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. He was already awkward around girls, though had so many female friends growing up he could tell what they were thinking. With guys it wasn't nearly as easy and it showed in how Salem fidgeted around. When Mordecai said it was nice to meet him Salem blushed again. He mumbled something that sounded like 'pleasure is mine'.

Though he about jumped and yelped as Sophia surprised him. He was excited to see her, thankful for both her support and the fact she just saved his rear from trying to think of something to say. When she said he looked awesome he beamed and hugged her. She looked very nice in her clubbing outfit though definitely not what he had expected to see her in. Though now that she wasn't wearing those god awful sunglasses he could see her blue eyes properly. They seemed to be holding a sad emotion, something wasn't right. But Salem was already in such an awkward place he decided not to say anything. Instead he grabbed Sophia's hand and squeezed it before turning to Mordecai again. At just the mere glance at the other boy Salem's heart began doing acrobatics.

He spooked again when Sophia spoke, having forgotten she was there being so lost in his own thoughts. He heard her ask if she'd interrupted something and Mordecai say hello. He felt the breath woosh out of him at how obvious his actions must've been. Of course he was smitten already, being a hopeless romantic and all. He looked at Mordecai and opened his mouth to speak before he heard one of the guys calling him on stage to start their set. He instantly felt better and hugged Sophia and ran a hand over Mordecai's arm as he bolted past them.

He made his way onto the stage, his heart racing. He felt the tension ease in his body as he walked infront of the microphone. He gave the crowd a grin as he turned his arm in a wide arc to show his band to the audience.

"Hello guys! Thank you so much for coming out and supporting us. We are excited to be playing at the club tonight! Hope you guys will enjoy, we are KILLING LONELINESS!" Salem belted out and took his spot as the guys got their insturments. His anxiety was still flaring.

Though as soon as the music started it was like a switch had clicked in Salem. As the intro played her lit a cigarette and took a puff before the vocal part started. He shimmied his hips to the beat and grabbed the mic off of the stand, pacing as the intro climaxed. Finally it was his turn. The first song they'd decided to play was one of Salem's favorites. He took a deep breath before singing into the microphone.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire with make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you!

But I wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
And I wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
with you

What a wicked game to play to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing say you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do to make dream of you..."

The stage was his home. As he sang he suddenly felt a new meaning to the song he'd originally started singing after his ex broke his heart and his home. He locked eyes with Mordecai as he sang the second part of the verse and the chorus. He winked as he continued on singing.

"And I wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
And I wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break you heart)
With you

The world was on fire, no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
No and I've never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I've never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you, no

And I wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No I wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
..with you (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No I...
(this world is only gonna break your heart
This world is only gonna break your heart)

Nobody loves no one!" As Salem finished the song his chest heaved and he finished up his cigarette, putting it out on the stage as he waited for the band to start the next song.

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