Cassie
100 facts about Landon Hart100 facts about Matthew Rayner100 facts about Clark ClineI scrolled down the screen but there wasn't one with the same headline as Kasey's. Weird. But what's more weird is how I could work with these people and know next to nothing about them. As a Communications intern, I totally suck. How am I supposed to promote them without even knowing the basic stuff about them? This is so frustrating. I don't know why I prefer to consult G****e instead of asking the people themselves."Are you stalking us?" Landon said, rolling his seat towards mine and leaning closer to look at my computer. Unlike Clark, Landon could be a bully at times that's probably the reason why we got along with each other. He’s someone like a partner in crime. We both like playing pranks on the other guys."It's called working," I said making quotation marks with my fingers in the air, emphasizing the word work. "I'm doing my research.""Come on, no need to be shy about it," he said lightly elbowing me on the side. I poked him back in return. "Nobody beats Matthew when it comes to stalking.""Matthew?" I asked. I stopped calling him noodle-hair since it makes me hungry just by thinking about it. What about him? Come to think of it, I think Clark mentioned something about it when we went to get some coffee not too long ago."Yep," he said popping the 'p' on the end. "Before I came to join the band, he stalked me until I agreed to watch their rehearsal. I mean the guy doesn't know when to give up.""I'm glad he did," I said. I think Matthew would have been a successful sales agent though, with his great convincing skills and all. Maybe he should work on the marketing team as well."Me too," Landon grinned. He looks so young when he acts like this. "So, what else do you want to know?""Hmmm...I don't know," I said, scrunching my nose. I honestly don't like asking people questions. Rather, I think I wasn't actually interested in what they were saying. Or maybe I just don't want to get too involved. I don't want to be too nosy either. "Just tell me what you can.""I was a really messed up kid that time," he started. You still look like a kid, I thought. But who am I to talk. I've been always been mistaken as a lost child. Landon wouldn't be good to me if I started teasing him about that."I ran away from home after my father kicked me out," he shrugged. That caught my attention. Though he did look a rebel kid sometimes. "I didn't want to go to school because I wanted to continue singing. He was really mad at me that time."Right, Mel once mentioned he came from a family of singers. That’s probably why Matthew said he’s been singing since birth. She must have told me a lot more but I barely listened to her so there's no doubt I don't remember. I just hate myself for not listening sometimes. It usually comes to bite me back later."What?" I asked when I saw him gave me a small smile. Did I say anything subconsciously?"You're not giving me that look," he said.I don't know what he's talking about. I must have looked confused, too."Like I was a kicked puppy or something." he explained.Was that how people who knew his story treated him? Looked at him with pity? He didn't need that. I do think he was brave. On the other hand, he was someone to look up to."Maybe because I understand," I said to him. That feeling of wanting to be free. Like a bird in a cage. It's easy to forget how to use its wings when it’s been trapped for so long.I did."I think that was really cool," I told him. He probably didn't know but not all people could do that. Run away and leave everything behind. It would take a firm resolve just to walk out that door, not knowing if you could ever come back."You do? It's not as easy as you might think though," he sounded like some wise old man about to give the younger generation some life changing advice. Which is weird because I know he’s several years older but he doesn’t look like his age at all. "I lived with my grandma for a while. I also worked to earn money. I was in a band but things weren't looking so good as I hoped," he said seriously."I know. That's why I think you're really amazing. You went through all that because you knew what you really wanted," I said. I wish I could do the same. To not regret my decisions because I knew that I did everything that I can."I guess I was lucky Matthew found me," he said. "I was a piece of shit but because of him I became a cool shit.""Well, that was quite a humungous transition," I said laughing. I guess that was quite a positive outlook. "By the way, Matthew mentioned about a boy group once."I remembered our little detour on top of the hill. I guess I got a bit crazy for a while, but at least now everyone's at peace. Matthew sounded melancholic that time."Ah, Matthew used to be in a hip hop group but they eventually disbanded. It was his idea to form a rock band," he paused thoughtfully. "He convinced Clark, then invited Alex and Yuu. Kasey and I were the last to come into the picture."Alex and Yuu?" I asked. I've never heard of their names before. I don’t think anybody has mentioned them. Not Clark. Not even Mel."Yuu was the drummer before Kasey. He left the band to pursue an acting career and his parents didn't want their son to pursue that line of work," he said making a funny face. I think Yuu's more obedient than Landon."And Alex?" I asked. "What happened to him?""He was arrested for groping the leg of a twenty-one-year-old female student on a train and got out of the States," he said. "I think that was our lowest time. Clark thought of quitting the bass to learn the guitar. We didn't think we could manage to add another member. Our tour was also canceled. My whole world collapsed on me for the second time."It must have been especially hard on him, I thought. Just when you thought everything has become better, it could also turn out for the worse. That’s why sometimes I’m afraid of being happy; because I know that that happiness can be taken away from me anytime."Thank god Matthew didn't lose his shit," he smiled. "Matthew took Alex's place as lead guitar, and we re-arranged our songs to be played for one guitar. He had been our pillar of strength.""You guys really like him, don't you?" I said. I thought of Clark and how he told me the same things about Matthew. I'll bet Kasey feels the same way too. No doubt Mel loves these guys so much. Being in a band is different than being a solo artist. Being in a band means being one with your band members. If one of them is not in sync, it will definitely show in their music."Who wouldn't?" he replied.He's right. Who wouldn't? After all, I think I'm beginning to like him, too.Matthew"Where's Cassie?" I asked. These past few days she's been mostly late for work. Sometimes she doesn't show up all day at all. Mel told us she was having a hard time sleeping at night so she lets her sleep in during the day. At times she doesn't feel so well that we told her to take the day off so she won't get worse."Good morning," Cassie said weakly coming into the room. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, which was a rare sight. I tried to look her in the eye but she was looking down. I can see the layer of dark circles forming under her eyes. She quietly sat on her desk and powered up her computer."Is she okay?" I whispered to Mel who was equally observing her. Cassie moves like a zombie from The Walking Dead. I’m seriously concerned about her.Mel shrugged. "She barely touches her stash on the fridge. I have to force her to have a few spoonfuls every time I eat with her."So she wasn't eating, I thought. No wonder she's too thin. Her cheeks, which was her
CassieI woke up and the memory of what happened last night flashed before my eyes. I instantly slapped myself just for the sake of it.Stupid. Baka. Pabo. Bobo. Calling myself stupid in every language I know wouldn’t cut the embarrassment I’m feeling right now.I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. I just subjected myself to complete and utter humiliation. I swear I won't be able to show my face in the studio after this. At least not to Matthew.Damn it! I hate being sick. I act like a drunk whenever I am. I get upset for reasons that never bothered me on normal days and say whatever I want. I'm perfectly able to handle it on my own but now I realized it's actually very embarrassing when other people get involved.Oh my god! I replayed the things I said last night. Did I just admit to him that I wanted to die? Now he's probably thinking I'm suicidal. I mean I do. I did. But I won't kill myself! Those are just passing thoughts.I picke
CassieIt’s been a month since I've been working with these rock stars but up until now, I still haven't gotten used to all the ruckus they make. For one, the pounding and strumming seems to be getting louder each day but my eardrums have luckily adjusted.If only these people would be a little more serious, I thought as I watched Landon jump up and flail all around the room. It's obvious the kid was playing around."Here, water," I said tossing each one of them a bottle. They instantly gulped mouthfuls before putting down the now empty bottle and wiping their sweat. The room was fully air-conditioned but moving around so much must have caused them to sweat a lot that they started stripping off their soaked shirts before I knew it.I really don't mind seeing half-naked guys, not as much as they wanted to show off. I think Clark's got the best build among the four of them, maybe because he often plays the bass without a shirt. He's tall and lean. Not much tattoos either.
MatthewThat girl, she clearly passed the entire burden on me, I thought as I scanned the album for some possible designs for her first tattoo."Where's she planning to put it?" the tattoo artist asked me. He was Kasey's friend so we could take our time choosing but I didn't think it would be this hard."Collarbone," I answered. I looked over to where Cassie and Kasey were waiting; they looked like they didn't have any problem at all. Well, it was me who's carrying the world on my shoulders. I should watch what I'm saying next time."She's cute," the artist said. "Who's she dating between the two of you?"I gave him a 'mind your own business' look. He seemed to have understood and he looked away from her. It just felt wrong having guys thinking things about her."What about a flower? Or a butterfly? Girls like those stuff," he suggested.I shook my head. Those are too mundane. I was looking for something symbolic."How about a cat? Does she have any pets?" he
MatthewWhat am I doing? As far as I know, I’m not a babysitter. Then why am I in a salon picking out a hairstyle for a twenty-two year old girl with long wavy hair that’s most of the time frizzy. First a tattoo, now a hair color? What’s next? Eyeliners and black clothing? This girl is sure late on rebellion. I wouldn’t wonder if she starts listening to emo music anytime soon. In fact, I would be more surprised if she doesn’t.“How about it? Find anything?” the hairdresser asked. She’s been asking me the exact same thing for about a dozen times. Seriously, what do I know about girl’s hair.I shrugged. “What do you think? You’re more knowledgeable at this matter than me.” I sighed.“Are your curls natural, dear?” she asked Cassie, gently holding her huge curls on her palm. She seems to admire them. Well, if only she would dye her hair blonde, she would definitely look like Goldiloc
Cassie"Hey, girls! What are we watching?" Landon said one day when all my mood swings were gone and everything is back to same old normal.Stuck in the same routine.Which means all day hanging out in the studio with nothing to do so Mel decided to have a movie marathon right then and there with the projector on in the multimedia room. We were having a rerun of the The Wandering Samurai movies when Landon came in albeit looking for the two interns that suddenly disappeared."We're on the second movie of The Wandering Samurai," Mel answered, not taking her eyes off the screen. I think she would deeply appreciate it if I actually make her some popcorn. That way she would have the whole theater feels experience. Although the multimedia room isn’t so bad in itself."I guess that's the part where we sang Mighty Long Fall," Landon said, taking a seat."Really? I didn't notice," I said. I've watched all three movies but I guess I was too fixated compari
"Oh my god! It's Cameron Reid in the flesh and blood!" Mel said excitedly as she was turning her closet upside down looking for an outfit to wear later. Landon called Cameron earlier and he said he could go for drinks this evening. Unfortunately, Wallace had a prior commitment. Shame."I really wished Wallace could come," Mel said. "Don't worry, I'll share Cameron with you so you won't be lonely.""You're crazy," I said throwing a pillow at her. Typical fangirl alert."What do you think about this?" she said holding up a top and a high-waist shorts. I wonder why she's asking me about this stuff when she's the fashion guru between the two of us."It's good," I said. She's been showing me about a dozen combinations for the past hour. I've been nodding my head off every time, not sure if my opinion even affects her decision. She's Mel. Whatever she puts on looks good on her.Me, on the other hand, I plan on wearing a dress but I guess they're a bit too formal f
We came at the bar a little late than I expected. Well, that’s a first for me - being late. I don’t mean to brag but the guys looked awed as soon as they saw us. I’m not big on modesty and I clearly knew that I was pretty. Not beautiful, just pretty.“Over here,” Landon called and we walked towards their seat. I feel like a runway model wearing these heels. Feeling taller does give me some leverage.“Is that Cassie?” Kasey asked, clearly shocked. I know, I know. I dress so plainly all of the time that I looked like a kid. I wouldn’t wonder if he barely recognizes me even with so little make-up on.“Woah! I’m Clark. Nice to meet you,” Clark said jokingly, handing out his hand for a handshake.“Silly,” I said, slapping his hand instead of shaking it. “Just so you know, I can kick just as well with these heels,” I told him, since he knew how brutal I can get.“By the