The Stellar discussion
Outside of The Stellar
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Bar
((Hi so I noticed that u and @Ev were looking for a character to be with Johnny (at the bar) to make Quinn jealous or something- specifically Briden or Ashton. Ashton is my character, so unless u have already figured out something with Briden, I'd be happy to do it!))
((Kk! Thanks! Any ideas on what I should start out with?))
((K! I will as soon as I come up with something good))
((Sorry his took so long)) Ashton sauntered up to a boy with almost white hair, who she knew from the stellar. Quinn's 'freind'. God she hated that little bitch.
"Water, Johnny? Really?"
“Water, Ash, really. Have you seen someone hammered try to preform?” he chuckled as the girl came to his sights. “Besides, shouldn’t you be working instead of distracting those backstage?” Johnny teased.
Ashton rolled her eyes and scoffed. " Working is overrated. Whatever money I manage to make, some petty thief like Quinn will pickpocket me, and anyways I'm treated like crap whenever I work here." How is Quinn, by the way?" She asked with a smirk.
((You’re alright. Haha...you can hop in if you want.)) Johnny scoffed. “Stubborn. I’m getting tired of tryin’ on her too. It’s whatever though.” he shrugged, feeling a rush of refreshing, cool air on his bare chest from the outside as the door was opened. “Gimmie a song to sing, Princess. Somethin’ good, classic. Moody Blues or something.”
Aston raised an eyebrow and gave a sarcastic laugh. "Princess my *arse*. " then she smiled, as an idea came to her head. "'I've got you under my skin', by Frank Sinatra."
“Damn, girl. You’ve got a taste, hm?” he chuckled, his arm had found its way to lean on her. “Well. I’ve got a couple minutes until i go...but can you let Benny over at the piano know your selection, please, love?” Johnny finished off his water easily
(( oh kk sorry Ev- Q it is. Also lol, same, I was totally stalking the RP with Q and Johnny and Q. I totally ship it😁))
Ashton rolled her eyes, because despite the fact that johnny sounded like a womanizing d-bag, he was charming. She stepped away, causing him to stumble, and walked over to the pianist. "Benny," she said, " I've got you under my skin, Frank Sinatra. As soon as johnny comes on stage." ((Keeping my language a bit censored in case my sister steals my phone again, 😂))
Johnny walked onstage as Benny started, a smirk tied his lips, grabbing the microphone on the stand. I've got you under my skin.
I've got you deep in the heart of me.
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me.
I've got you under my skin.
I'd tried so not to give in.
I said to myself: this affair never will go so well.
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well
I've got you under my skin?
His vocals were a bit higher and more of a rock than a pop sound, but he still made it through.
((I feel like it’s no coincidence you picked that song haha))
Ashton's eyes widened A bit- she was not expecting that voice. Especially from someone who smoked constantly, and lived in a makeshift orphanage with nothing but an old piano to practice with. She hummed the tune quietly to herself, careful not to be heard.
Johnny smirked as people slid money into his tips, drunken men singing along. When he finished, he grabbed another water and He mumbled something to Benny, who picked up a guitar and began playing. Nights in White Satin had always been a personal favorite of his.(( https://youtu.be/I4Az3aLNT9Y ) the next song, and also a peek at his vocals :) ))
((Thanks!)) Ashton grinned as she heard benny strumming the opening chords to 'Nights in white satin.' She raised her voice this time, a bit encouraged by the drunkards.As Johnny started to sing, she continued the first verses with him. Her voice was rusty because of lack of use, but it hadn't lost its richness.
'Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more' ((sorry I can't italicize))
(( You’re good. to italicize, just do around your word :) )) ‘cause I love you,
‘Cause I love you,
Oh, how I love you
Johnny leaned into the mic stand with emotion pulsing in his voice. The song reminded him of his grandparents and a special person that he needed to forget- Q. Love was a strong word and not one Johnny used easily, but Q somehow held an important slot in that mindset.
Catching himself thinking like that, he mentally smacked himself. She doesn’t like you, J. Get over it. he thought.
(( shit it didn’t post right my bad <.i> <./i> without the periods))
Ashton faltered at the chorus, but kept singing. She could hear the emotion in Johnny's voice, and the same thing pulsed through her now. ' Because I love you...' She felt a stinging in her eyes, a memory she had pushed away for a very long time. She hadn't said those words since...
' No', she thought. ' Those days are over. Gone. They're gone.'
She kept singing, fighting hard to keep her voice steady. She looked at Johnny. He had a wistful look about him, and looked different from normal. Now he looked vulnerable, like a child. Ashton almost wanted to comfort him.
It was obvious he was thinking of someone.
((Ohh that makes more sense. Thanks!!)) <.i> FRICKIN italicize <.i> ((nope still don't got it. Thanks anyway!))
Johnny ran off the stage when he finished, smiling like nothing had happened. “Aye, say, that wasn’t too bad? I think I picked up some good cash.” He beamed to himself, wiping his sweaty face with a shirt that had been long disregarded
((hahah. without the periods lovely! :) ))
((oh wowwww I'm dumb wtf am I doing wrong)) "Not bad at all!" Ashton grudgingly smiled. "At least for a street urchin such as yourself." She grinned. "How much did you
((oh wowwww I'm dumb wtf am I doing wrong)) Ashton grudgingly smiled. "Not bad at all!" She grinned. "At least not for a street urchin such as yourself. How much did you make anyways?"
((😱😱I did it!!! Thanks! Also not sure why that posted twice))
“Sea urchin? Compliment?” Johnny chuckled, organizing and counting his money. He smirked as he slid the stack in his pocket. “
"Street urchin, genius." She walked back to the bar, picking up a water bottle that she also had. She had been caught drinking once with her friends, and didn't intend to make that mistake again.
“Pardon my deafness” He chuckled, sliding onto a barstool, kicking his ankles around the back of the pole that held the seat.
Ashton took the stool next to him. She sat down, taking a swig of water, looking at johnny. "You come here often?((Btw this is getting pretty close to one-liners.))
“Mostly on weekends, if I ever need cash on the week.” Johnny shrugged and leaned into the bar. He pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it to the side. “I think I’ve seen you here once or twice maybe, I dunno. I lose track.” Johnny tossed the tender a dime for the jukebox in the corner.
Ashton smiled. "Know what? I'll try it your way. Any song suggestions?" She asked as she walked towards the stage.
“Your Song, Elton John” He smirked and leaned further into the wooden bar. Johnny pulled a cigarette to his lips and it it, chuckling to a nearby man.
"Clever." Ashton said with a smirk and a smile. She hopped onto the empty stage, trying to clear her mind. She always had trouble singing in front of others. But, heck, if Johnny could do it, then so could she. She looked at him, and it assured her. It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide, I
Don't have much money but boy, if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
Oh, I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song
And this one's for you
((Dang I did the italicizing wrong again))
He felt himself smile as she sang, the man chuckling beside him, taking about young kids and old songs. Johnny caught himself singing under his breath, teasingly tossing a dollar onto the stage
Ashton's singing brightened as she smiled at Johnny. (And his money.) She beckoned to him to stand and raise his voice too. <.i> And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done...<.i/>
He shrugged in a ‘why the hell not’ fashion, pushing his lengthy and thin body back to the stage. His arm finding a way around her waist as he shared a mic to sing with her. Johnny smiled, leaning into her a bit
Ashton was surprised when she felt his arm around her waist, but it did feel comforting, so she too leaned into him. She picked up a harmony on the words ...<.i> I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind...<.i/>
When the song finished he chuckled down at her. “Damn, you can sing!” Johnny’s eyes glittered with excitement at he subconsciously rubbed the bone of her hip with his thumb
((Sorry this took sooooo long))Ashton grinned, and said thanks. "Not to bad yourself" Then she stiffened and tensed at her hip- he was getting a little friendly. But as far as guys go he wasn't terrible... She leaned into him a bit.
“Wanna get back?” he said in suggestion to the Stellar. The longer they stayed out, the colder it would get. Also, Johnny didn’t know how much of the drunk beside him he could take.
"Sure" she said. She slung an arm around his shoulder and asked off the stage, out to the streets.
((Nope! Unless you want to wait until they kiss or something. Either is fine))
((go ahead)) Johnny lit a cigarette as they stepped into the snowy streets. “Christ on a fucking cross” he hissed as the cold air rushed over his skin. (just gonna say he grabbed his shirt) His cheeks automatically flushed as he pulled the girl to his side.
Ashton winced against the driving wind and snow. She could tell that Johnny was cold too, so she moved closer.
Johnny exhaled around his cigarette, knowing that if he came back alone, Q might bitch at him for moving something a half an inch in the closet or whatnot. She had been snappy with his for the past few days. The tall boy ducked away from a gust of wind and sighed, pulling her even closer yet to keep both of them warm.
((addition bc mobile suckks))just like he and Q had done before.^
Johnny thought, watching the current performance. He was getting tired of trying to get Quinn, her stubbornness was getting to be a bit much for him. He looked out in the bar from his stance and sighed.