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Apr. 30th, 2010



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Oh fuck, why didn't I bring a camera?

Apr. 22nd, 2010

Riley Patrick Campbell



Have an urge to jump in the car and go camping! Thinking Delaware River. Who wants to come?

Apr. 17th, 2010

Eyebrow [Red]



I cannae believe I accidentally mentioned the nay condom thing.

Apr. 3rd, 2010

Riley Patrick Campbell


[OPEN TO ALL] @ The Bondi

It was over and he had fucking nailed it! 'Adrenaline rush' didn't even cover what Riley was running on now. It was like he had taken a hit of the best drugs over to grace the earth and he was primed, sparking with an energy that he wasn't sure would ever end. All his family and friends had moved on to a planned big celebration bash at the The Bondi, which was just a few blocks from the theatre. Riley got held up at the theatre with his class and professors, needing to be involved in some apparently typical post-concert student meet and greets. Everyone else moved on to The Bondi and kicked off the party, more than happy to start boozing up and celebrating while they waited for him to arrive.

It was probably a good hour and a half before he even made it to the bar, and like a typical rock star, made a dramatic entrance, appearing on the stage now dressed like a rock star rather than an operatic genius...Collapse )

Apr. 2nd, 2010

Look down [Grey]


The Moment of Truth

Riley always knew it was going to be a life-changing moment for him. No matter how hard he had tried to explain himself, the enormity of what it meant for him just wasn't something he had been able to convey. His mum and dad got it, but they had created him and given him life... of course they got it. His dad had coached him right through it, starting all those months ago in the studio when he explained that breathing for this type of singing was different and controlled differently. From that moment, Riley had been determined to succeed and nail it. He had listened to Nessun Dorma over and over and over again. He had listened to it by different singers, with different accompanyment. With music, without it. He had researched and learnt some basics of the Italian language so he could get his head around the words of the song, and what they meant. He sung it in English before he even attempted the Italian. He learnt how to play the music on violin, guitar, and piano. To the outside world looking it, it had looked like he was forming an obsession over it, but it wasn't that. He just knew that to feel a song, to put everything into it, he had to know it in and out.

This concert was going to be in front of five hundred people, in a theatre with a full orchestra. Despite having been in touch with music almost from the day he was born, Riley had never faced anything like this in in his life...Collapse )

Mar. 24th, 2010

Lying [Think]


With whatimgonnabe | Support Network

That morning, Riley felt like he had been sucked into the vortex of a tornado and spat back out the otherside to try and somehow continue on his way. To top it all off, despite being petrified about his performance that night, he was guilty about yelling at his Dad. And it wasn't just once, it had been a whole production of yelling in a bunch of different episodes. Even now, he really couldn't even remember what he had been yelling. He just knew that at one point, he accused his Dad of not understanding anything, and the look on his Dad's face would have probably matched a look if Riley had physically smacked him in the face. It was horrible. Riley knew he Dad understood him better than anyone, and he didn't mean what he said.

Now he was horizontal on his bed, lying flat on his back with his fingertips resting against his forehead. A tiny whimper escaped through a heavy sigh as his blue eyes slid once again back over to the clock on his wall above his desk that was piled his with sheet music of various projects he was working on and musical text for college. All he managed to get on that morning was his kilt, which was a feat in itself. He had a vague realisation that his feet were cold, but he was worried if he moved from that flat, horizontal position, he would start exploding from all angles again, even if he was hopeful his body had truly managed to completely empty itself, top and bottom. He was lying still, save for his fingers rubbing against his forehead and the nervous biting on the corner of his lip which had drawn blood. If he could just stay here like this and not move, everything would be perfectly fine again.

Mar. 23rd, 2010

Dr Lachlan Campbell


For whatimgonnabe

Mia, sweetheart, have you got a wee minute?

Mar. 22nd, 2010



Advice, anyone?

I think we need to pull out the big guns. Twelve hours until the offspring's performance and he's giving stage fright a whole new name. I think he might seriously pack it in... and then he's just going to regret it. The biggest part of me wants to just tell him to do it, too, so he isnae upset or hurt, but then he willnae get anything out of it and he's worked so hard for it.

This is another one of those hard fecking Dad Moments where you wish your bairn comes born with a customized instruction manual.

Mar. 17th, 2010

Getting dressed


LOCKED TO whatimgonnabe

They tell me to "deal with" you, but they don't tell me how... merde.

I ran into your beau today.

Mar. 14th, 2010

Amused [Scratch neck]


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This is the Preston genes coming out...

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