Sunday, October 07, 2007
Fiction Outtake: Pam Meets Trevor
So I'm just sitting down to eat lunch at the mall today and OmiGod, there's Trevor Wolff. He's strutting through with some lady who looked like she's his mom, and she's carrying all the bags, just like you'd expect, but she doesn't look all harried or impressed or pissed or … well, anything. Maybe she's not even with him. I don't know.
I do know, though, that he walks up to me and says, "I've seen you around. Don't think I haven't."
I about choke on my Coke.
And then he picks up my hot dog and gives me a big smile. We both know what he's thinking. About hot dogs and my eating that one and how it all relates to him.
I don't remember him asking for my phone number. I think I just somehow knew. I pull out my pen and write it on my napkin. And then I blot my lipstick on the napkin, too, before I hand it over. Just because you're supposed to and all.
"You want to be home in an hour," he tells me as he stuffs the napkin into the pocket of his leather jacket. Like it's not a hot day out there, for Riverview, and he's in leather? Made me feel better about being at the mall and eating a hot dog when I could, should, have been home having something healthy. What with certification coming up next week and all.
All of a sudden, I can't think much about certification coming up next week, although it's all I've been thinking about for weeks now. I can't care about the new aerobic shoes I need, which is why I'm in the mall in the first place. I just nod like a ditz and watch him strut away, all full of himself, like he knows I'll be waiting when he calls, like he owns the mall and being there in the middle of the day is completely natural. Maybe for him, it is. Maybe it's just Mitchell who won't move before noon. Or so goes the gossip about him, anyway.
I finish my hot dog and rush home. Just in case Trevor can't tell time real well.
Which he can't.
Any ideas on what to wear tonight?
For the background on Pam, go here:
Thursday Thirteen: Meet Pam Derbish
Meet Pam
Pam Gets Attention
And once you've done that, be sure to head over to Rhian's for more Poetry Train goodness. Let me tell you, there are some darn good people making up the Train. Come join in!
I do know, though, that he walks up to me and says, "I've seen you around. Don't think I haven't."
I about choke on my Coke.
And then he picks up my hot dog and gives me a big smile. We both know what he's thinking. About hot dogs and my eating that one and how it all relates to him.
I don't remember him asking for my phone number. I think I just somehow knew. I pull out my pen and write it on my napkin. And then I blot my lipstick on the napkin, too, before I hand it over. Just because you're supposed to and all.
"You want to be home in an hour," he tells me as he stuffs the napkin into the pocket of his leather jacket. Like it's not a hot day out there, for Riverview, and he's in leather? Made me feel better about being at the mall and eating a hot dog when I could, should, have been home having something healthy. What with certification coming up next week and all.
All of a sudden, I can't think much about certification coming up next week, although it's all I've been thinking about for weeks now. I can't care about the new aerobic shoes I need, which is why I'm in the mall in the first place. I just nod like a ditz and watch him strut away, all full of himself, like he knows I'll be waiting when he calls, like he owns the mall and being there in the middle of the day is completely natural. Maybe for him, it is. Maybe it's just Mitchell who won't move before noon. Or so goes the gossip about him, anyway.
I finish my hot dog and rush home. Just in case Trevor can't tell time real well.
Which he can't.
Any ideas on what to wear tonight?
For the background on Pam, go here:
Thursday Thirteen: Meet Pam Derbish
Meet Pam
Pam Gets Attention
And once you've done that, be sure to head over to Rhian's for more Poetry Train goodness. Let me tell you, there are some darn good people making up the Train. Come join in!
Labels: creative writing, fiction, groupies, Pam, Poetry Train, Trevor
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #44 -- Excerpts from an Interview
Over the past few weeks, we've talked quite a bit about groupies. We started with stereotypes, moved on to the truth, and then spent last week celebrating ShapeShifter and you guys who've become my groupies (or are about to).
This week, to end the unit of study, I thought I'd bring you the notes of famed journalist Kermit Ladd, who continues to try to sit down and control an interview with the members of ShapeShifter. Being a smart sort, Kermit sat down with frontman/rhythm guitarist Mitchell Voss, but before long, the party was crashed, and this is what ensued:
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This week, to end the unit of study, I thought I'd bring you the notes of famed journalist Kermit Ladd, who continues to try to sit down and control an interview with the members of ShapeShifter. Being a smart sort, Kermit sat down with frontman/rhythm guitarist Mitchell Voss, but before long, the party was crashed, and this is what ensued:
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| Thirteen things about Groupies 1. Mitchell: The thing about groupies, what makes them so good, is that they love us. Trevor: It's all about the love. Mitchell: No, no. Really. These women love us. To the point that they'd marry us if they could. Trevor (sniffs): Like I'm getting married? Ever? 2. Mitchell: Hold on a second. You see, when someone loves you, all they want to do is please you. Trevor: And please us they do. (He folds his arms over his chest and nods once. Firmly.) 3. Mitchell: For them, it's all about giving pleasure. All we need to do is sit back and take it. 4. Trevor: You greedy, lying bastard. You get off on showering these girls with attention just as much as I do. Watching them start to drool 'cause you're looking at them and then they hold their breaths, hoping you're about to give 'em that invite they want so bad… (He takes a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closed in satisfaction.) Yeah, that's the best. 5. Mitchell: Here's the thing with groupies. We do make fun of them when they can't hear, but you're not a real band until you've got 'em. We know that. We love them for it. Trevor: We make fun of them when they're not around? (Mitchell cuffs the back of Trevor's head.) 6. Mitchell: They're important people in the world of a band. The smart (he gives Trevor a sidelong glance) guys know this. The groupies who are cool or extra-special, if you know what I mean, those are the girls we'll tell the crew to keep an eye out for. Trevor: Sort of like that Lana chick. The whole crew knows Lana. They watch out for her. Help her past venue security, give her passes without the usual payment, make sure she gets fed. Mitchell: I heard Cookie once slipped food out of the crew's catering for her. Trevor: Wouldn't surprise me. Cookie knows who he works for. Mitchell: The band? Trevor: Me, you dumbfuck. 7. Mitchell: These groupies, the devoted ones, they'll say they work for us. That they're as essential to us as people like Cookie are. Trevor: They're wrong. They're in it for themselves. To get close to us. Cookie's around to be my bass tech. Mitchell: Might want to tell him that. I know he likes your rejects. 8. Trevor: How'd we get on to this? We started off saying that these girls are all about pleasing us. Mitchell: They are. Trevor: But now you're saying they're all about getting close to us. Mitchell: Nope. You said that. Not me. Trevor: Same fucking thing. (Mitchell gives him a confused look) 9. Trevor: Are we done with the groupies yet? I'm bored. Mitchell: Nope. We have four more points to make. Trevor: Why not get Adam and his camera in here and let him do a picture thing? Mitchell: Because this guy's here to talk to us. Talk, Trev. Not look at pictures. Trevor: Pictures are more interesting. I'm done talking. (Trevor wanders off) 10. Mitchell: So I guess we're back to just me, huh? Shit. Maybe Trevor's right and we have said it all. 11. Mitchell: Nope, never taken pictures of the girls I've been with just so I can remember them later. That's probably a good thing. Now that I'm married, I'd have to burn them all. 12. Mitchell: Nope, not going to write some tell-all book and spill it all. What happened back in my single days needs to stay there, and not just because Kerri doesn't want to hear it. 13. Mitchell: Yes, girls do still grab my dick and slip me some tongue and do everything else they can think of to get me to take them over my wife. Not a single one of them's gotten anything but an escort out of the room, though. I don't care how great they are, Kerri's better. I guess that means my groupie days are done. |
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Labels: groupies, meme, Mitchell, Thursday Thirteen, Trevor
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #43 -- Groupies MINE
Over the last two weeks, I've been talking about ShapeShifter groupies. I've forgotten one of the most important varieties of groupies, however.
MINE.
The time seems right to proudly unveil my new graphic for you. If you'd like to display it on your own blog or website, I'd be honored. (just ... please don't hotlink!) And yes, at some unidentified point in the future, look for me to start giving away prizes to anyone with the graphic on their blog.
[ The graphic is available in both JPG and GIF formats, with either white or orange text - The Tour Manager ]
And now, on to business:
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There you go! Do you resemble any of these? I suspect a few (or more) of you do... Your devotion to Trevor and company, along with your unflagging support have been a source of determination and strength whenever I get down about not having a book to give you yet. Keep on making this noise and I'll either give in and self-publish or we'll find a brave agent and publisher yet. Either way, it'll get a book in your hands, and that's what our ultimate goal is.
Once again, thanks to all you groupies. You guys rock.
MINE.
The time seems right to proudly unveil my new graphic for you. If you'd like to display it on your own blog or website, I'd be honored. (just ... please don't hotlink!) And yes, at some unidentified point in the future, look for me to start giving away prizes to anyone with the graphic on their blog.
[ The graphic is available in both JPG and GIF formats, with either white or orange text - The Tour Manager ]
And now, on to business:
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| 1. You check the blog repeatedly throughout the day for updates, even though you get the feed. 2. You call radio stations and ask them to play ShapeShifter's Still Life or Behold Me. 3. You try to book your vacation to Riverview, USA. 4. You bug Susan for West of Mars and ShapeShifter merchandise, and then you buy lots of it once she coughs it up. 5. You have dreams in which you get to meet Mitchell Voss or Trevor Wolff. 6. You want to go to Riverview Art Academy, like Kerri did. 7. To prove you're worthy of Riverview Art Academy, you submit art to Susan (who will post any fan art on her website and talk to you about using some for t-shirts if she likes your stuff!) 8. You ask your local guitar shop to outfit you with the same gear that ShapeShifter uses. 9. You spend hours Googling in search of ShapeShifter tabs. 10. You write fan fiction, which Susan gladly posts on her website. 11. You make all your friends stop by 'cause this is something they just can't miss out on. 12. You e-mail Susan and offer suggestions for outtakes. 13. You e-mail Susan and suggest real things that she ought to check out and incorporate into the fictional world of Riverview USA. |
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There you go! Do you resemble any of these? I suspect a few (or more) of you do... Your devotion to Trevor and company, along with your unflagging support have been a source of determination and strength whenever I get down about not having a book to give you yet. Keep on making this noise and I'll either give in and self-publish or we'll find a brave agent and publisher yet. Either way, it'll get a book in your hands, and that's what our ultimate goal is.
Once again, thanks to all you groupies. You guys rock.
Labels: groupies, meme, Thursday Thirteen
Monday, April 30, 2007
Fiction Outtake: Pam Gets Attention
Pantera sang of Cowboys From Hell. They ain't got nothing on Pam Derbish, Groupie From Hell.
So Molly and I are there in the front row of the ShapeShifter show last night. It's getting pretty full at ShapeShifter shows now and it's not so easy to get up to that front row anymore. Word's out. They're playing stuff from the new album, which'll be their first big record. And we're not the only girls there anymore, us and that hippie chick who's always hanging around. Not by a longshot. I don't know a lot of the girls who're showing up these days. The funny thing is how they all act like they've got a right to the band. Like they've been there since the start. Like they really think so!
The mosh pit is churning behind us and every now and then I have to put an elbow into some overheated, overexcited jerk who thinks that shows are only about moshing and not about the music or the band or any of the really important stuff. I'm not even so sure that some of them are into moshing. Sometimes, you get these newbies who think it's all about crashing into people senselessly. But a good pit, I've been learning by being so near them, has rules.
So Molly and I are right in front. I can reach out and touch the top of the monitor right in front of Mitchell's feet, so I put my hands there. To show everyone I belong. I igore the dirty looks from the other girls, the new ones who think Mitchell is their turf. We'll see about that.
If I were just a bit taller, say if I could get a foothold on the edge of the stage, I could reach over the thing and touch Mitchell's foot. That's how close I am. That's my spot and God help the bitch who tries to take it from me.
I about died when it happened. I mean, Molly says I should have expected it. We've been to how many shows? And hung out near the backstage door after each and every one? We've done everything but throw ourselves at them. It was overdue, I suppose. She says it was so overdue, the library stopped charging. I don't think I get that, but I don't care. Because it finally happened.
Right after they do Phases of the Moon, Mitchell bends down and picks up the Gatorade on the floor near his foot. "Hey, girls. Good to see you tonight," he says as he takes the cap off the bottle. I watched his throat as he drank. I wanted to lick the sweat off it.
Molly says he blushed when he talked to us. I say his face was already red from singing and playing and exerting. But Molly insists we made him blush.
Whatever. I don't really care. All that's important is that he noticed me! Mitchell Voss noticed me!
He talked to me! He knew I'm alive! Omigod, I think I might die of it. Mitchell Voss. He's so amazingly hot. I wish I could do more than lick the sweat off his neck.
I didn't sleep last night. I've got classes today, but I'm as awake and energized as if I slept for two days. Mitchell Voss knows I'm alive!
And because the voting's not closed yet...
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So Molly and I are there in the front row of the ShapeShifter show last night. It's getting pretty full at ShapeShifter shows now and it's not so easy to get up to that front row anymore. Word's out. They're playing stuff from the new album, which'll be their first big record. And we're not the only girls there anymore, us and that hippie chick who's always hanging around. Not by a longshot. I don't know a lot of the girls who're showing up these days. The funny thing is how they all act like they've got a right to the band. Like they've been there since the start. Like they really think so!
The mosh pit is churning behind us and every now and then I have to put an elbow into some overheated, overexcited jerk who thinks that shows are only about moshing and not about the music or the band or any of the really important stuff. I'm not even so sure that some of them are into moshing. Sometimes, you get these newbies who think it's all about crashing into people senselessly. But a good pit, I've been learning by being so near them, has rules.
So Molly and I are right in front. I can reach out and touch the top of the monitor right in front of Mitchell's feet, so I put my hands there. To show everyone I belong. I igore the dirty looks from the other girls, the new ones who think Mitchell is their turf. We'll see about that.
If I were just a bit taller, say if I could get a foothold on the edge of the stage, I could reach over the thing and touch Mitchell's foot. That's how close I am. That's my spot and God help the bitch who tries to take it from me.
I about died when it happened. I mean, Molly says I should have expected it. We've been to how many shows? And hung out near the backstage door after each and every one? We've done everything but throw ourselves at them. It was overdue, I suppose. She says it was so overdue, the library stopped charging. I don't think I get that, but I don't care. Because it finally happened.
Right after they do Phases of the Moon, Mitchell bends down and picks up the Gatorade on the floor near his foot. "Hey, girls. Good to see you tonight," he says as he takes the cap off the bottle. I watched his throat as he drank. I wanted to lick the sweat off it.
Molly says he blushed when he talked to us. I say his face was already red from singing and playing and exerting. But Molly insists we made him blush.
Whatever. I don't really care. All that's important is that he noticed me! Mitchell Voss noticed me!
He talked to me! He knew I'm alive! Omigod, I think I might die of it. Mitchell Voss. He's so amazingly hot. I wish I could do more than lick the sweat off his neck.
I didn't sleep last night. I've got classes today, but I'm as awake and energized as if I slept for two days. Mitchell Voss knows I'm alive!
And because the voting's not closed yet...
And if you've missed it somehow, Just a reminder... go vote for me!
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Labels: Blogger's Choice Award, creative writing, fiction, groupies, Mitchell, Pam, Riverview USA, ShapeShifter
Friday, March 02, 2007
Fiction Outtake: Meet Pam
Shit, shit, shit.
Molly and I are supposed to go hang out at Decade tonight. ShapeShifter's playing, and I've got to make them notice me already. Mitchell's so hot. I'd look so good with him. We can be in the papers together. Pam and Mitchell. Riverview's power couple.
Pam Derbish. The only woman on the planet with abs better than Mitchell's. And do I know how to use them, too.
But no… won't be happening tonight. Can't be happening tonight. I've got to call Molly and tell her I'm not going anywhere near Decade tonight. Shit. Shit shit shit.
Pam and Daniel… he'd throw over that bitch for me, I know it. I'd get a spiral perm so we'd have matching curls. Maybe even let my natural color grow out so I don't look too blonde next to him, his hair's so dark.
I'm not even going to leave the house. Maybe I'll even cancel classes tomorrow, too. Or however long it takes for this to clear up and go away. And then I can get back to work.
I've got to make that band notice me already. I've got to be part of their inner world. I need to be important to them, just like they're important to me. It needs to be a shared thing. They need to know.
I can picture me and Eric. I'd buy dresses that hit my knees so I could go to his dad's church with him. I could wear those little pillbox hats like Jackie O, and I'd have to get certified in a few more dance-like classes and do less weights. You don't want to look too cut when you're with a minister's son, but you do need to look good. You've got the eyes of the congregation on you. Even more than the other ShapeShifter fans, the congregation's got to be won over.
I'm not going to be able to do it looking like this, that's for sure. And I'm sure as hell not leaving the house. I hope Molly doesn't hate me for life. I deserve it if she does.
This is what happens when you exercise; it's the one thing that no one warns you about. Oh, you can have abs to die for, Pam. No problem there. A gorgeous ass, sculpted arms. Just… forget about having clear skin on your back. Forget about having beautiful, flawless skin on the one night you know you'll be able to get close enough to ShapeShifter to get them to notice you.
To make matters worse, the problem's right by my mouth. It looks like a cold sore, except it's already formed a bit of a white head. And besides, I don't get cold sores. I know it may not seem like it, the way I go on about ShapeShifter, but I am careful about who I sleep with. I do, after all, have standards. Especially about something like sex.
I was hoping that tonight, I'd be showing those standards to one of the ShapeShifter boys. The night's perfect. I don't have a class tomorrow. No roommates around tonight. And brand new candles.
And this zit.
Shit shit shit.
Tonight was perfect. ShapeShifter's getting hard to get near. They're popular now. They're putting out another album, and rumor has it that they'll be touring in a real bus this time, too. People outside of Riverview are starting to hear about them. Lots of people.
I need to make my move soon, if I'm going to be able to do it at all.
Maybe I'll get my period tonight. That would be the only way I'll ever forgive this zit. Especially if Molly calls me in the morning and says that the band noticed her instead of me.
Molly and I are supposed to go hang out at Decade tonight. ShapeShifter's playing, and I've got to make them notice me already. Mitchell's so hot. I'd look so good with him. We can be in the papers together. Pam and Mitchell. Riverview's power couple.
Pam Derbish. The only woman on the planet with abs better than Mitchell's. And do I know how to use them, too.
But no… won't be happening tonight. Can't be happening tonight. I've got to call Molly and tell her I'm not going anywhere near Decade tonight. Shit. Shit shit shit.
Pam and Daniel… he'd throw over that bitch for me, I know it. I'd get a spiral perm so we'd have matching curls. Maybe even let my natural color grow out so I don't look too blonde next to him, his hair's so dark.
I'm not even going to leave the house. Maybe I'll even cancel classes tomorrow, too. Or however long it takes for this to clear up and go away. And then I can get back to work.
I've got to make that band notice me already. I've got to be part of their inner world. I need to be important to them, just like they're important to me. It needs to be a shared thing. They need to know.
I can picture me and Eric. I'd buy dresses that hit my knees so I could go to his dad's church with him. I could wear those little pillbox hats like Jackie O, and I'd have to get certified in a few more dance-like classes and do less weights. You don't want to look too cut when you're with a minister's son, but you do need to look good. You've got the eyes of the congregation on you. Even more than the other ShapeShifter fans, the congregation's got to be won over.
I'm not going to be able to do it looking like this, that's for sure. And I'm sure as hell not leaving the house. I hope Molly doesn't hate me for life. I deserve it if she does.
This is what happens when you exercise; it's the one thing that no one warns you about. Oh, you can have abs to die for, Pam. No problem there. A gorgeous ass, sculpted arms. Just… forget about having clear skin on your back. Forget about having beautiful, flawless skin on the one night you know you'll be able to get close enough to ShapeShifter to get them to notice you.
To make matters worse, the problem's right by my mouth. It looks like a cold sore, except it's already formed a bit of a white head. And besides, I don't get cold sores. I know it may not seem like it, the way I go on about ShapeShifter, but I am careful about who I sleep with. I do, after all, have standards. Especially about something like sex.
I was hoping that tonight, I'd be showing those standards to one of the ShapeShifter boys. The night's perfect. I don't have a class tomorrow. No roommates around tonight. And brand new candles.
And this zit.
Shit shit shit.
Tonight was perfect. ShapeShifter's getting hard to get near. They're popular now. They're putting out another album, and rumor has it that they'll be touring in a real bus this time, too. People outside of Riverview are starting to hear about them. Lots of people.
I need to make my move soon, if I'm going to be able to do it at all.
Maybe I'll get my period tonight. That would be the only way I'll ever forgive this zit. Especially if Molly calls me in the morning and says that the band noticed her instead of me.
Labels: creative writing, fiction, groupies, Pam
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #18 -- Introducing Pam Derbish
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I said a few weeks ago that I'd be introducing a new character to these parts. But then we all know what happened here with Thursday Thirteen and, to be honest, Wednesday and Thursday of last week just sucked for me. NOT a time to bring someone new into the fold. However, like most of the women who populate my fiction, Pam doesn't hold back when she's been promised something. So... without further ado, 1. Her hair was originally a caramel brown. 2. She went blonde when she was 12 and never looked back. 3. She began exercising because she was terrified she'd wind up like her parents -- overweight, diabetic and emphysemic. 4. She fell in love with her own muscles, once she saw them. Their shape and strength was addictive. 5. Implants only made her look better. She was eighteen when she got them. 6. She avoided the eating disorder trap because those muscles need fuel. 7. That said, she is extremely careful about what she puts in her body. 8. She's not a huge drinker. 9. That makes being around ShapeShifter difficult. 10. She discovers ShapeShifter mostly because they are the hot thing in Riverview when she's sixteen. 11. She doesn't particularly like their music. 12. She loves the attention Trevor gives her. 13. Trevor is a bit of a means to an end -- stay tuned for what that means. |
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