won't be the first time - echo

[KATRINA FAE PARKER]

Katrina, lovingly known as Pixie or Pix by everyone on tour except the members of Say My Name, was pleased to be invited on yet another tour. Although last year she had been a simple merch person and “sister” of Travis, who was too much trouble to even bother dealing with, this year would be different. It would be fun because now she was clean and no longer with Tom; not to mention her new promotion of merchandising manager of We’re Awesome. To be honest, Pix felt that Tom brought out the worst in her and she simply acted out to get the attention he wasn’t giving her. He was always too busy and too grumpy even when she took to living on their bus and cooking every single meal for him and the rest of the guys. Making her feel like a complete jerk, she tried going to rehab to get herself clean, something she thought he wanted. However, upon her return, she was ignored even more. Tom had always been a quiet person, except of course when he was yelling at her because she hadn’t done something right. Clearly he had some issues to deal with but yet, she heard whispers of Tom’s upcoming proposal of marriage to the tiny girl. Now, Pix never enjoyed anything serious and scared beyond belief of getting trapped in something that would make her unhappy for the rest of her life, she enlisted the help of beloved Harry to aid in her getaway. Harry had always been there, giving her advice and calling her a brat when she deserved it. At the time, Harry was dating Aurora (who was pregnant from Travis) and they were just friends until he ended that relationship around the same time. Things had changed. There was a new dynamic and she couldn’t be with her ex boyfriend’s best friend and her best friend’s ex boyfriend, it wasn’t right no matter how dashing he was. However it happened, it happened and the pair was now inseparable.

Sighing, Pix pulled up her long dark hair into a messy ponytail upon her head. It would take a long while getting used to being on a bus for most of the day but the excitement outweighed the dread at this point of her life. Pix was busy going over the merchandise list for Travs’ band at the table of one of Say My Name’s busses. She didn’t understand why they had two buses but she supposed that Tom wanted to keep his distance from her and her relationship with his best friend so it was very understandable. She didn’t mind it too much and never let the past bother her on the outside. Colored eyes scanned the list and checked off each item on the invoice. We’re Awesome had become fairly popular over the past year and were expanding their products. Ten different styles of shirts, in all different sizes, stickers, wallets, key chains, the list went on. All of this “work” was beginning the onset of a headache. Oh Aeneas. She looked down at the Papillion puppy that had made himself very comfortable on her lap. I don’t want to do this anymore. The dog barked, once, twice and jumped off her lap and went to the door. Clearly he didn’t want to either. Pushing herself up from the booth, she went to Harry’s “room” to grab a leash before hooking it on him. She needed a walk as well; the fresh air would do them good.

The tour hadn’t even really started yet and she was becoming tired thinking about the whole thing. The first stop in LA was just a few hours from her home so the thought of being far away hadn’t even hit her yet. Soon, it would. She walked the dog outside the perimeter of the parking lot to ensure he wouldn’t leave a mess for someone else to clean up. It was relatively empty except for a few of the buses. Everyone else seemed to be preparing for tonight’s show and was much too busy with themselves. Briefly, she hoped it wouldn’t always be this way otherwise it’d be terribly lonely like last time. Looking up and squinting through her rather large sunglasses, she saw Echo from across the parking lot. Pix had never really made an effort to be her friend before but if they were going to be involved with the band in one way or another, she supposed it would be for the best if they were civil. Echo! Pix called to her, half expecting the girl to dart in the other direction to hide or something. It was no secret that Pix was better friends with guys and everyone knew why. Pix had quite the reputation having slept with every member of We’re awesome, except of course Travis. She used to have no morals but at least now she had a sense of self respect and she could thank her current beaux for that.

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Tag: Echo

[echo]

This entire thing was ridiculous. Having been born and raised in St. Tropez, right on the cusp of the Mediterranean Sea, one would think Echo was used to the heat. Truth be told, she loved the all seasons. The variations kept her from blurring the already seemingly blurry years together. What she couldn't stand was humidity. Maybe it was because her dark, pin needle straight hair was too long for any sane person...Whatever it was, she didn't like it and the fact she was smoking a cigarette probably didn't help her case. Standing in the parking lot, the 4'9" female practically looked like a little kid next to everyone else around her, which weren't many people. Lots of big shot names talking to her but she didn't respond as usual. She stood there and listened, inky black hair up in a very messy yet chic bun and a rolled up pink bandanna head band keeping the loose strands out of her eyes. Only a splash of mascara to make her teal eyes stand out and her outfit? Fit for the weather. Clad in a cropped, light blue, pink, and white floral print bra let, high rise, worn out navy jean shorts, and simple black oxford flats, she looked a bit odd. A sliver of her golden skin was visible between her top and shorts right around her ribs since the shorts sat right above her navel. Thank goodness she had a flat stomach or she would look ridiculous in such an outfit. Blowing the smoke out, she crossed her arms over her proportional chest (only a tad bit smaller than her butt...everyone knew Echo's butt. It was hard not to notice it). Today seemed like it would be boring. She wanted to jam or they should at least let her go explore Los Angeles a bit. She'd never been to Los Angeles before...that she could remember at least. Secretly without anyone knowing, she took Polaroid snapshots of everywhere they went in hopes that it would bring back those large gaps in her memory that seem to constantly fail her. So far there was no luck. Even in France and England when her band mates tried helping her out a bit...nothing. She would constantly hit a blank wall even after they reminded her that her father was the Tony Fauve. People constantly reminded her, telling her she was just as talented, if not better than her old man...But she didn't know he was her father until she saw pictures in magazines of her as a two year old sitting on his lap in one of his press conferences. Even then she had long black hair and her eyes were all huge and ga-ga like. She was so busy pretending to listen to everyone that when she heard her name, her ears quickly perked at the sound-already knowing whose voice it belonged to. How could she not know? The chick was like a plague to her band and she couldn't understand why anyone could want her after she'd been with so many people. Echo wasn't a saint...but she wasn't a horrible sinner either...nor was she religious so that analogy made no sense to her in her mind. But, wanting to get away from the corporate mongrels, she easily turned a cold, thin shoulder to them, leaving them a bit speechless yet half expecting it, and marched her booty on over to the person who called to her, tiny flats making the slightest of tapping noises on the hot pavement, "Katrina," her French accent was thick as she spoke but that was all she said as she sucked another drag in from her cigarette and then pulled out her Newports from her back pocket to offer her one. Echo wasn't in the mood to be rude to her...Not today at least. Hell she spoke to her-and Echo practically never talked. Maybe it was a sign from above. (Insert heavy sarcasm). WORDS: ENOUGH. <3

[KATRINA FAE PARKER]

It was understood that no one should want her after her extensive history. It had been a slightly harder life since her parents weren’t there for her at all while growing up and instead, they glorified her younger sister as if she were a saint. They had cast her aside and left her to fend for herself at a very young age and that didn’t settle with someone who was so codependent. All she ever really wanted was someone to truly care and that had become hard to find. Acting out, doing drugs, sleeping with older, married men for cash, Pix tried everything she could think of to get their attention but instead, they kicked her out due to her rebellious behavior. Her bad habits became the norm until one day Travis took her home after she was passed out. At the age of sixteen she was adopted officially by his parents and lived a better life. Her tendencies didn’t completely stop but she had gotten better and that was what counted. She followed her “brother” around wherever he moved until they found California and called it home. With each passing year, she was getting better about her partying lifestyle and much less of a slut. Since she’d been with Harry from the end of the summer, she felt no need to sell herself and their dog had given her a sense of purpose. So in reality, she wasn’t that bad of a person. She was a work in progress and people understood that and gave her some sort of slack.

Pleased that she wasn’t ignored by the girl who was only two inches shorter than she was, a small smile crept upon her lips. This was good, acknowledgement was good. Pix didn’t want the girl to hate her if anything she wanted things to be pleasant if not friendly between the two. In truth, Pix was very sorry for whatever emotional anguish she had caused Tom. She cared about him immensely but his seemingly lack of emotion killed her. She was one of those people who had to be reminded every five seconds that she was cared about. If Echo hated Pix for hurting Tom and causing trouble, in that respect she was sorry as well. She didn’t mean to, honestly. It was one of those things she wished she could take back; but she couldn’t. Besides, half her days were spent wondering if it would be best for everyone if she just disappeared, wasn’t that punishment enough for the things she had done?

“Hey what’s up?” She greeted the other brunette once she was close enough. Being nice wasn’t that hard, and surprisingly, it came easily, probably due to the desperation of making things less awkward with her stay on tour. Pix wanted everyone to be comfortable, and if they weren’t, she could stay on another bus, far from sight and mind. She waved at the offer of a cigarette, it was appreciated but she didn’t want to have any slipups. “Enjoying California so far?” This small talk thing was hard, she never really understood why people did it or how it was enjoyable or anything like that. “I love this weather and pretty much everything warm.” Pix was a big beachgoer and enjoyed feeling the burning sensation of the sun on her skin; but she wasn’t an obsessive tanner. She loved the sand and the water, the tropical breeze and resorts. “Though, I doubt we will be lucky enough to have such pleasant weather when we travel up north to the nowhere states. It’s going to suck… though last year we didn’t really touch them much.”

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[echo]

Echo remained silent in that usual calm, cool, and collected way of her's. She looked on to the other female, as if wanting to tell her to shut the fuck up with her icy teal orbs but instead she shook her head at the question as to whether she was enjoying California or not. She wasn't, "No humidity in France, oui," she still had to work a bit on her English. The gal was intelligent, but her English still came out choppy despite living a while in England. French was just a whole lot smoother, had more emotions involved, and was just...an all around beautiful language while the English language could be butchered with slang and horrible grammar. Ew. Blowing some smoke out, she tossed it to the ground, stubbing it out with her heel before slightly looking up at the other female, having no problem looking her straight in the eyes. Echo never had that problem-before and after the accident. Only before the accident, and her band mates could testify to this, she seemed more alive. Her eyes didn't seem so hard and dull. She was so much more easy going, brighter, more lively. Now she seemed to be perpetually bored," il est beau au milieu de nulle part," was her reply to her comment on the nowhere states, "Beautiful in middle of nowhere," she translated roughly and seemed to frown from speaking too much. It wasn't her forte. At least now it wasn't... It wasn't like Katrina wouldn't know what happened to her. Unless people were living under a rock, everyone and their mothers knew what happened to the wealthy French daughter of the American rock star legend, Tony Fauve. Everyone knew she'd been in an accident with her notoriously drunk, French-actress mother. Everyone knew her mother died in said accident and that the accident was her own fault. Everyone knew Echo had been in a coma for three months. Everyone knew Echo now had little to no recollection of her life before said horrible accident where Echo still had scars hidden under her mass amount of hair from the head injuries. Everyone knew the life of Echo Fauve. She'd been born into this type of lifestyle. Yet she was the only one who knew absolutely nothing. She felt like an outsider to her own history and it bothered her that she had to hear from others how exciting and sweet she was. How she used to be crazy and a party animal. How she used to have every male and female on the planet wanting to get in her pants. Hell she didn't even know how she got the nick name Fun Sized until someone told her it was because she was so tiny yet loads of fun. Like a mini chocolate bar: just as good as the original. But here she was, having trouble making small talk with her friend's ex girlfriend/friend's current girlfriend because talking, truthfully, scared the living crap out of her. Talking made her lack of memories seem more real, "Venir, venir," she whispered, barely audible to the pup on the leash, one of those rare smiles coming on to her face as she squatted down a bit to pat her bare lap so he would come over and she would pet him. It was no secret Echo adored animals-was even a vegetarian for such a reason, "Name?" and names were not her forte either so it was no surprise when she asked Katrina for the pup's name. WORDS: ENOUGH. <3

[KATRINA FAE PARKER]

The fact that Katrina wasn’t stupid, aided in her observation process. Clearly, Echo had no interest in becoming cordial for the sake of the band’s well-being. How self-less of her, she must really care about the Brits. Whatever, it didn’t matter because at the end of the day, Pix could say that she had tried with a clear conscious. Besides, Harry would be pleased she had at least made an effort and that was all she could do. If the other tiny brunette didn’t want to be civil, that was fine. It wouldn’t affect the way she slept at night at all, which was quite comfortable as Harry’s arms were always warm and safe. The one thing that was absolutely true about Pix was that she held grudges so if Echo decided to burn this bridge, Pix wouldn’t aid her at any point in the future if she needed it. Echo had made her choice based on something that was none of her business in the first place so it was pointless in trying any further. For a brief second, she wondered if she was on Team Tom or if she hated Pix just to hate her for no particular reason or another. Then again, she didn’t care. Pix had plenty of other friends who would be there for her if she needed it. The loss or gain of another wasn’t going to make or break her at this point.

Echo’s French accent reminded her of Lucas, who was a very close friend in one way or another. He was a dark, evil, seemingly menacing guy but that didn’t stop him from gaining any prospect he wanted. Lucas was skilled, tortured artist and alone in San Francisco if her memory served her right. Pix had never learned to speak French so the translation was appreciated but not necessary. She had studied latin, the founder of the romance languages so there was a rough understanding of the phrase. Pix could agree to that somewhat. There were pretty places in the middle of nowhere and there were beautiful places in the middle of somewhere. It depended on the state, the zip code, and the time of year. It was hard to find a place that was ugly all the time, but what did Pix know? Her traveling knowledge only consisted of the places she had been on tour as well as her extensive vacation in Italy.

Pix had heard of Echo’s history from here and there. The one thing that Pix was sure of was that she didn’t pity the girl. So she couldn’t remember a few events in her life, big deal. What Pix wouldn’t give to forget some of the incidents in her life, to make them go away forever. It would be a blessing for sure and in this way, Pix envied her. Echo needed to embrace her life for what it was and not dwell so much in the past. It probably hindered her from having fun and letting loose. There was probably a reason why Echo didn’t remember so why was she going to open up a can of worms just so she can find out about a few Christmases and birthdays? Pix supposed that Echo had her reasons and each were entitled to their own.

Her eyes glanced down at the dog now as Echo found something that interested her. ”Aeneas, like the roman hero.” It was a big name for such a tiny dog but he deserved something grand and not stupid like “sparky.” ”He’s not used to very many people.” He was five months old and still very young and exploring the world. The only people he really knew as Katrina and Harry mostly because they shared an apartment together. She had no reason to go around introducing her puppy to people as if he were a newborn child, like some people did. Aeneas was a tad scared at first, emitting a small growl but growing friendly after a few seconds. ”Are you guys all set for tonight’s show?”

[echo]

Echo nodded at the question, glad the pup seemed to warm up to her as she pet him behind the ear, a favorite spot for most dogs. Then she was standing up and already pulling out another cigarette, lighting up, then taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from the other female because Echo could be unintentionally rude but she wasn't going to skip on certain manners, "I no hate you, oui?" she stated this clearly, "I just do not know you," she knew being at least friendly with her would be important. She didn't need friends but she didn't necessarily need enemies either. The fact of the matter was, Echo didn't know how to go back to how she used to be. Everyone in the band would sometimes brag and tell stories about the crazy things Echo used to do from the time they found her singing Bennie and the Jets at the top of her lungs in her bikini on top of the tour bus, drunk and high, while the bus was moving down the high way. They would talk about how she once climbed a ferris wheel like in The Notebook when she was fourteen because she didn't want Harry to sit by himself in the tiny seat. She just wanted to know her past so she could figure out who she had to be... Because the old Echo sounded a hell of a lot more fun than the new Echo. All in all, the reason she told Katrina such things was because she wanted her to understand why Echo acted the way she did toward her. When Echo didn't know someone, she couldn't help but be cold and defensive. It was her way to keep the world out. She wanted to figure out her own life not be told her own history like it was from a movie or fairytale, "I'm glad you and him are dans l'amour," she let the slightest of grins fall onto her attractive face and it obviously wasn't fake because Echo didn't even fake smiles for anyone than her band mates, "Je vous considère comme l'un de nous," she didn't know how to say that in English. That was another thing...After the accident, she had trouble with English. Before that-she knew it perfectly. She sometimes saw videos of herself laughing and talking at parties without a single trouble of speaking English. Her father was Native American, born on a reservation and then raised in New York City. He was American to the bone so she must know English somehow ,right? Falling silent as she normally did, she took another long drag as if the cigarettes were what helped her talk. In a way they were. Her entire body had trouble functioning without some drug in it. Currently her favorite was Aderal because it didn't have too bad of an effect and kept her wide awake and paying attention to everyone and everything around her more so than usual. It kept her from getting sleepy which was fantastic. That was what she needed and when she started to feel the crash coming on, she'd take some more. She wasn't open about her drug abuse. She was extremely secretive about most of the things she did which was easy when you were wall paper from being on mute all the time. WORDS: ENOUGH. <3

[KATRINA FAE PARKER]

Pix watched Aeneas carefully to make sure he was being a good boy. It would be pretty embarrassing if he bit her or something like that. The girl would probably never forgive her for not controlling the mutt. Luckily, he behaved and she didn’t have to scold him. Pix would have hated yelling at the little guy, his face was too precious and he was very much like a child still. He didn’t know any better; he was still growing and learning. Echo’s words brought her out of her thought process. She couldn’t say that she knew where that came from or whether she should believe it or not. Katrina supposed that she should believe her, since she had no reason not to. A brief sigh of relief washed over her, already feeling less tense and worried about the situation. Well, that’s good, It wasn’t like Pix had personally stole Echo’s boyfriend or anything like that. Perhaps they could work on getting to know each other so it would be less stressful. She didn’t know why she was feeling so particularly generous today; maybe she just didn’t want to go back to work.

Ruffling her hair a bit, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. What had brought on this change? It was quite suspicious to say the least but Pix wasn’t going to think anything of it. It wasn’t worth her time. Thanks, Echo. She smirked. Echo was never one for too many words so she appreciated hearing something besides one worded answers. Perhaps not being able to remember was tough after all. Pix couldn’t imagine not remembering how she got to where she was. Sure it had been a long and rather painful journey but now she was happy and would hate to forget the past six months. It had to suck, especially since there seemed to be a lack of estrogen on this tour. It was mostly all testosterone generated. Pix only had Delilah to complain to about her problems with boys, Echo just had her band. Dougie was a good listener and he was fun to be around mostly because he was a goofball. Tom was always immersed in his work, Brandon was popular with the ladies, while Harry seemed to be a mix of the qualities.

So later I’m going to make dinner for everyone. You should join us, it’ll be fun. Pix enjoyed cooking very much and was sort of a resident chef. She loved baking and would do so on a regular basis even though the bus’ kitchen was very tiny. All of the guys loved cookies and cake, who didn’t? I’m going to make a red velvet cake for desert. As if she needed any more convincing. Anyone who didn’t like cake could just… whatever. And you can meet some of the other guys… Jesse and Travis and their friends. It was just a thought, she didn’t have to come if she didn’t want to or if she wasn’t ready to meet new people yet. The offer was open and that was the most important thing.

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