WHERE IS MY MIND?(OPEN)

[JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE]

- - - - - - - - - -You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended- - - - - - - - - -

You should be the one I'll always L O V E ! !

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There were two bands playing at the cafe she was going to tonight. One was Attic Ghosts, a band she'd seen opening up for others a few times, and one that she'd never seen, which was Glow-Worm. Attic Ghosts was genuinely terrible, which meant that she would probably arrive late and push her way forward to the front...She had no interest in watching the band members prancing around on stage with banjos and their weird mix of greyson keeling's vocals to offset it. To her its only saving grace was how goshdarn cute that lorelai girl was. The venue was a small place, which meant that if she pretended to be an exec, or a photographer for Rolling Stone, she'd be able to make her way up to the front in what would probably be nanoseconds. She'd heard good things about Me Against Me, and despite their completely strange name,and Mira being in the band, Jayde felt a growing bit of excitement about the concert, she'd never admit it but it was true. Lately, the bands she'd been seeing had been mediocre at best, and if she found a new favorite underground band tonight, she'd have concerts to look forward to, for once. Every time she saw another horrific performance, she became increasingly more aware of the days, weeks, and months of her life that she was probably wasting, slumming around the coolest city on the Coast, with no real direction in her life.

She stopped for a moment, standing still on the street, with her hand attaching her to a nearby building. There was no point in thinking about the drama on tour tonight, she needed to get out and have fun, she decided, continuing her walk towards the cafe. The streets were practically buzzing that night as the passerby wandered past her, murmuring to each other in a rhythm that seemed to match the dull hum of the bees flying slightly overhead. The temptation to swat them was growing by the second, but she didn't want to deal with being coated in beestings, so she continued walking, her headphones blasting the Smashing Pumpkins in her ears. She always played one particular song, "Tonight, Tonight" before she went to a night concert, because she was honestly convinced that it was the perfect adrenaline rush song.

Feeling hyper, she pushed open the doors of the cafe, entering its air-conditioned bliss to the sound of a voice that she could have sworn she recognized. Pushing her way up to the front, she ignored some of the indignant comments of the men--clearly, there was a looker in this group, or there wouldn't have been that many guys drooling from the mouth in attendance. Finally making her way to the front, she looked up, to see a familiar face, that goddamn Arcadia..Glow-Worm why the fuck hadn't she paid more attention. She didn't have a clue what Arcadia did on tour except make trouble for her, she didn't know the girl was a decent musician

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[jon]

Unlike certain others in the present company, Jon was well-enough versed in Arcadia's abilities as a musician. Love of an Orchestra's sets often fell in time slots close to Glowworm's, so the opportunities to take in a performance often arose. The music was outside of Jon's usual bracket of preferred artists, but the added dynamic of a live show by good friends bridged what little gap existed.

On this day he was positioned not far from the stage’s edge, pressed upon at all sides by the bodies on-lookers who packed the cafe to the gills. These sort of crowds weren't always his favorite; buzzing but unsure of what to do with so much energy. It was the sort of crowd that, when pushed by someone, the polite response was to get out of the way. He'd been coming across more and more crowds like this in his travels since he'd started leaning towards the lighter end of the music spectrum. He'd never been much for moshing or circle pits or walls of death, but at heavier concerts, if someone pushed you, you pushed back; not spitefully. Just because.

There was, for the tenth time in the last half hour, a shoving pressure against his right elbow. Jon lifted his arm to admit what ever body thought they could find more room infront of him. He was focused on the drum-beat for that particular song than whoever was around him, but he recognized, from the corner of his eye, Jayde Baudelaire. The last noteworthy encounter he'd had with her had been the scuffle she'd fallen into with Mira. Both girls had been drunk then. Right now? The girl was sober, for what the naked eye could observe.

Jon had never in his time on this tour gone out of his way to get to know the woman. She'd been regularly featured on band fan-blogs and gossip sites alongside his old friend, Dave; someone he'd written off as one more piece to the nasty, smoky, needle-tracked existence that Dave was weaving for himself.

The girl brushed in front of him, standing so that her head rose to just beneath his chin. Their bodies were impossibly, uncomfortably close to one another. Jon pressed back a step, trying to make room for the woman and space between them. The two men standing behind him, however, did not seem to be privy to the 'pushing rule', for when he eased back, unintentionally invading their space, both of them gave their own mouthy retorts and shoved him back. Unprepared, Jon staggered forward by a step, knocking into Jayde from behind. He mumbled an apology to her, ignoring who has pushed him. It wasn't that sort of crowd, after all.