Post by scott on Feb 28, 2010 11:53:43 GMT -5
JEREMIAH EZRA SCOTT
"My name is Jeremiah Ezra Scott, was born on June 3, and I'm 20 years old. Music, obviously, is my passion and I can't live without it. You probably won't ever catch me talking about my past life much though, so consider yourself lucky here. I'm not your typical musician. I live and breathe music. If it were up to me I never would have gone through high school. I started playing piano when I was five years old, perfected it by the time I was eight, and picked up guitar because I got too bored with just one instrument. A year later I had mastered that as well, and before long picked up writing lyrics, and shortly after started singing them. By the time I was ten, I was writing my own music for piano and guitar, as well as writing and singing lyrics to it. Of course, considering my mom works for WMG, we had a recording studio in our basement, and I was free to use it as I pleased, and boy did I ever use it a lot. I spent most of my free time down there.
Freshman year I finally worked up the nerve to ask the girl who had been my best friend since long before I could remember to go to homecoming the day of. She said yes, and that was our first date... if you could call it that. She ended up twisting her ankle as we were walking in the door thanks to the heels she was wearing, and spent the night with her foot propped up on a chair with ice on it. But we still had fun together, and I was quite convinced that she was going to be the girl I would spend the rest of my life with. Sure, I was only 15, but I was fairly certain that I was in love with her and that would never change. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. No, she didn't cheat on me or break my heart. She didn't find someone else or decide we were better off as just friends. It was no one's fault that it ended, and I didn't lay the blame on anyone.
Two months after that day, she got sick and was taken to the hospital when bizarre bruises started showing up. Very shortly after that we were given the news that she had leukemia. It was devastating news, but she was as optimistic as ever and assured me that she was going to be around a lot longer. She went through the treatment, lost her hair, was sick all the time... but nine months later it was announced that she was in remission, which was a huge relief to everyone who knew her... at least for a little while. Shortly before the start of their sophomore year, the cancer came back, but this time it was much more aggressive and the treatment seemed to do nothing except make her sick. I spent every night in the hospital with her, and refused to go to school so that I could stay with her as much as I possibly could.
Her sickness just kept getting worse, and soon she couldn't even conjure up the strength to stand for a minute at a time. Everyone was starting to come to terms with the fact that the cancer wouldn't be going away, and finally she requested that the treatment desist so that she could just go home and spend the final days of her life in a more comfortable place. Of course her request was met, and she was sent home. Of course I went with her, keeping an unending vigil at her side. I told her that she couldn't leave me until we'd had our first homecoming dance, since we hadn't been able to due to her sprained ankle, and of course she promised that she would hold on. A couple of her friends went out and bought her a dress, and I got all dressed up in a tux, and the night of homecoming, I cradled her in my arms in her living room while "You and Me" was playing... our homecoming dance.
A week later I found myself the last person standing near the fresh mound of dirt covering the tarnished pine casket that lay beneath the boughs of the old oak tree, marked by a simple but beautiful ivory cross inscribed with her name and the words "daughter, sister, friend." Friend didn't do what she was justice. I had loved her... really truly loved her, and she was gone. I reached over and took a heart-shaped gold locket and put it around the head of the cross. On the back an engraving read, "My heart is yours, now and forever -J" and inside was a picture of the two of us together. As I pulled my hand away, I noticed a second inscription on the cross which I hadn't seen before. It was a simple phrase, and one that was probably overused, but it struck me right then and there "Be the change you want to see in the world." I tried to live by it, but for about three months after she died I was depressed and completely unmotivated; even gave up music.
I don't really know why it all changed, but I finally decided to go back to school and things started getting a bit better after that. I graduated high school... barely... and move on to getting a job in the music business. It's been three years since she died, but I really still do miss her. I don't want anyone to know about all of that, simply because I'm not ready for people to want to talk about it yet... and I really don't want pity. I just want to live my life and try to move on. That's why I'm here."
hello, i'm Jess, and i'm twenty years old.
i've been roleplay for five years. i'm using Tyler Hilton.
he/she would be filed under a Counselor.
i found JBC through Feigning Perfection.
Charlie had finally taken the advice everyone had practically been begging him to take, and had taken a day off. He had been working 14+ hour shifts every day to make up for an officer that had been shot and wasn't going to be back to work for about two months. Then when he would finally get home he would have the kids to deal with, and Melody. Of course this was all taking more of a toll on him than he realized; it was still a lot to handle, and he was quite regularly exhausted. So he finally took one day off, he'd earned it well enough, considering that 14 hours a day 7 days a week was far more than the 40 hours per week overtime that government officials were given. He was fairly exhausted, and half tempted to just stay home and sleep the whole day, but Chuck had other plans for daddy's day home. When the six year old came flying into Charlie's room and leaped onto the bed around 10 am, Charlie was fairly reluctant to get up, but Chuck was persistent... a character trait that Charlie knew he got from his biological father... and Charlie finally gave up. There was no use in trying to sleep with Chuck jumping up and down on the bed.
This was one of those moments when he had to remind himself to "just grin and bear it." He didn't want Chuck to know that he was totally stressed out and all that, so he had to put on a smile every time he was around the kid, even on his worst days... or days like this when he really would have liked to keep sleeping. So he finally rolled over and sat up, looking over at the excited six year old. Hey bud... He said, sounding quite groggy despite his best efforts not to. shouldn't you be in bed? He was really hoping Chuck would agree that he should be... but the little boy shook his head enthusiastically and retorted,Nope... it's 10 o' clock... Brody says its more healthier to go to bed early and get up before 10.
This was one of those moments when he had to remind himself to "just grin and bear it." He didn't want Chuck to know that he was totally stressed out and all that, so he had to put on a smile every time he was around the kid, even on his worst days... or days like this when he really would have liked to keep sleeping. So he finally rolled over and sat up, looking over at the excited six year old. Hey bud... He said, sounding quite groggy despite his best efforts not to. shouldn't you be in bed? He was really hoping Chuck would agree that he should be... but the little boy shook his head enthusiastically and retorted,
Charlie raised an eyebrow at Chuck's response... he'd been getting a lot of "Brody says..." answers lately, and he was starting to wonder what his brother was teaching his kids even over the long distance phone calls he made to them once a week. Oh he does, does he? he asked Chuck who was still grinning broadly.
By the time breakfast had been made and eaten, the baby was taken care of and sleeping again, they were ready to get going... and the unmistakable trio headed out with the ever faithful and protective German Shepherd, Jigsaw, in tow.
It wasn't very often anymore that Charlie spent time with kids kids all day anymore, considering Charlie usually worked from ten in the morning until midnight, and Chuck had school at eight, which left almost no time for them to be together. Sometimes though, Chuck would pretend to go to sleep when the nanny put him in his room, only to stay awake and wait for the sound of Charlie's car pulling into the driveway, then would book it down the stairs, followed closely by Jigsaw, as Charlie walked in the door. He never lasted long after that, and usually crashed within about five minutes of Charlie getting home. It was nice though, to be greeted like that... made the long day seem just a little less stressful.
When they got to the stable, Charlie haltered Brig, and lifted Chuck up on the big gelding bareback like he'd done so many times. Brig was a godsend when it came to kids. You could put a kid who'd never ridden before up on him, and thanks to his impeccably smooth stride and gentle nature, you could believe that the kid wouldn't fall off unless they did something really really stupid.
Anyway, as it were, Charlie started Brig out of the stable. Brigadier dwarfed Charlie, Melody, and Chuck with his massive bulk. The police horse was four now, and he had definitely filled out. He was over 17 hands, Charlie hadn't ever bothered to figure out exactly how tall, and he was a very broad chested horse. His legs were about as solid as a telephone pole. He was a very calm horse... though Charlie would be the first to admit he certainly wasn't the most intelligent animal in the whole world. He got along with any horse that came his way, and never seemed capable of telling the difference between when another horse was being mean to him or just playing with him.
Because of that, Brig was often put out in the pastures with the horses that were mean to other horses. Like the horses that were always picking on the other horses... but big dumb Brig never humored them by running when they came after him because he thought it was just a game. Of course, this came in handy for Charlie, considering a police horse couldn't very well be a mean horse, and the lack of intelligence made him more apt to just do whatever Charlie told him to. When he was pushing through a crowd, he'd just keep right on going, knocking people out of his way if need be, but never stepping on anyone's feet. He was a good horse... young and still learning, but he was definitely a good horse despite his unintelligent demeanor.
When Charlie, Brig, Melody, and Chuck reached the pastures, Charlie opened the gate and lifted Chuck down off the horse before turning him loose to go run around. It took a lot of skill to carry a sleeping year old baby, control a horse, and lift a 6 year old boy down off the back of a 17 hand horse, but Charlie had been doing it for quite some time now and was pretty much an expert at it. AFter the horse had been secured in the pasture, Charlie and the kids headed back up to the barn. Of course, there was a football game on, and Chuck just "couldn't miss it" so they went to the lounge where Chuck could watch the game. Charlie had to admit, watching Chuck was a lot more entertaining than watching the football. He had a feeling that if he could, Chuck really would runaway and join the NFL now. While Chuck went over to the couch to watch the football game, Charlie went to the refrigerator to get a drink for the little boy, knowing that it would take about 5 minutes before Chuck asked for one. It was rough being a bachelor and being a dad... people these days didn't seem all that interested in a working man with children.. but he was managing to survive. After all, that was all he could do in this crazy life... survive.[/quote][/center]