[Dylan/Derek/Bobbie/Rosie] Show Night

[BLAKE EMMA PARKER]

Blake looked at the two girls at her sides and smiled. Well this was weird. “ You guys look…” Slutty. “ Nice!” she said before shining brightly at them. She hadn’t grown up with any siblings, so Dylan and Derek.. and Daniel had been like brothers growing up to her. And she had seen them have a circle of girls around them before, but this felt strange. Being in the same room with Bobbie and Derek was like being in a room with a couple who had found themselves finding each other each and every time their life had restarted. A million different worlds, a million different lives and dreams, and they would always find each other. Blake held onto her ginger ale, adjusting the way her belt fit against her waist. Maybe someday someone would fit into her life in that way. But for now, she was perfectly content coming to her cousins show and supporting him. “ Oh that is very pungent,” she said, getting a whiff of Rosie’s drink before she placed her hands over her lips and forced a smile. Blake knew how to have fun, in her own way, in the privacy of her own home. But in her defense she had this whole ‘America’s Sweetheart’ thing to uphold. So ginger ale it was. “ Well, I think he should be on soon,” she said as she watched towards the stage. “ Wait, where is Derek?” she questioned before she looked over her shoulder and found him. Blake frowned, reaching her hand up to try and fix his hair. “ Derek,” she whispered, garnering his attention as she tried to subtly point to a woman across the room. “ Is that a hooker?” she continued to whisper.

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[ROSELYN RAE DAVIS]

Rosie wiggled in her dress slightly, starting on her third whiskey and diet as she scanned across the room. Blake seemed nice enough, and Bobbie just sort of stared at her a lot. But she loved being around Derek, and waiting to see Dylan come on stage was sort of a thrill. “ Uh… I think that’s a groupie” she heard Derek say, resulting in Rosie immediately looking over her shoulder at the girls. It was the first time she took notice of what the girls were saying. Rosie made a slight face, as if girls. That boy was claimed. “ Ladies..” she said, giving a shake of her head. “ Dylan like a higher class of girl. I am champagne. You are Boones Farm. Cheap.. easily forgotten… accessible to everyone. Let it go.” she said, gesturing to herself, “ Luxury,”, gesturing to the other girls, “ Cheap. So stop embarrassing yourselves. K, darlings?” she said, flashing a smile in their direction before she finished her drink and picked up another one so that she could make her way towards the stage.

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[BOBBIE JACQUELINE BRYAN]

This was the first time that Bobbie had come out ever since the passing of her mother and quite honestly, she was sort of relieved. A night out with Derek to listen to some music and just relax and have fun was probably exactly what she needed. She took in a deep breath, finally tearing her eyes away from Rosie when she looked back over at Blake. She looked like everyone in here’s mother. If she was uncomfortable, at least she was trying to be here to show that she was supportive of her cousins. It certainly didn’t seem like it was her speed. Derek had been so patient with her; waiting until they did the deed and all. It seemed like everything started to become chaotic; but even as the band came on stage, the girls started screaming, and everything around them was mayhem, Bobbie felt like it was still only her and Derek in the room. “ I love you,” she yelled over the screaming as she watched him, smiling as she did her best not to make an alarmed face.

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[DEREK EDWARD PARKER]

Derek snorted out a laugh when Blake asked if some chick was a hooker and had to tell he that she was most likely a hopeful groupie, which then prompted Rosie to go all possessive girl friend on them.  Which was sort of interesting because Derek wasn't aware that Dylan and Rosie were dating.  Then again, Derek was really caught up in his own life recently to notice anyone else relationships.  Maybe they'd grown a lot closer since they met.  Derek did suppose they'd been hanging out.  Like real hanging out.  Not just hooking up, though he assumed there was that too.  It just seemed like maybe they actually had some things in common.  That was cool, Dylan could use a real girlfriend in his life.  Derek sighed, taking a sip of his beer.  It was funny who'd serve a minor when they knew who was linked to the band.  Derek was just glad to have gotten Bobbie out of the house because she needed some breathing room from everything going on.  he was glad too to be able to hang out with Rosie, and more importantly Blake.  He knew she'd have to go back on tour, and Dylan would and then Derek would be stuck playing my little pony with Dani.  Luckily he had Bobbie now.  The noise that had erupted in the room when Dylan and his band came onstage was deafening, and Derek moved closer to Bobbie, slightly behind her and Blake.  If he knew anything about All Time Low shows, was that everyone was going to push to the front.  So everyone behind them was about to become a big bulldozing wall.  Though he kind of felt like Rosie was feisty enough to fend for herself, probably hit someone with her designer bag.  Derek slipped his arm around Bobbie's waist as they started the show, turning to look at her when she yelled over the noise to him.  It took him a moment to identify what words were coming out of her mouth over the screaming and then stared at her for a second.  She'd just dropped the L bomb and he realized he didn't feel sick to his stomach or anything.  He felt surprised, sure.  Like all the blood in his veins had started tingling down to his toes, but not in a bad way.  Because when he registered what she said it was just like, well yeah.  That's what's going on here isn't it?  Derek nodded, fucking weird, because ti still felt like they hadn't known each other for very long, but on a larger scale it felt like he'd know her for all his lives.  "I feel that way too," he said over all the screaming, talking closely into her ear, "I love you too, is that weird?" he questioned, not bothered by the fact they were talking about this right here, in this chaotic moment of sweaty, horny teens trying to get a piece of All Time Low or just get crazy for one night.

[DYLAN DAVID PARKER]

Dylan adjusted his guitar strap taking in the welcome noise that was a live performance.  He lived for this.  This band lived for this.  They were a touring band if nothing else.  It was everything that made him feel like he was doing something right in his life.  Nothing compared to being on stage and playing songs inspired by his life and friends and looking out at all the passionatefaces faces who were looking back at them with eager eyes, singing along to every word.  There was something about their fan base and the connection with the band Dylan would never change.  They felt like one big dysfunctional family.  Like they were all old friends on this bigger, more important scale.  Dylan looked out, smiling as he played a few notes on his guitar, looking for the tall blondes, a shaggy platunum blinde that was his brother, another mass of golden hair beside him.  he found them, noticing Rosie standing beside Blake his face lit up with a smile.  Well I'll be damned, he din't know she was going to come out tonight.  but he sure as hell was glad she had.  She could see what he did in life.  The reason he wasn't in college, the hours he spent bent over a guitar and a notebook in obscure coffee shops.  Dylan pointed out at her as if to say, I see you, yelling into the mic, "Cleveland!   Holy shit you guys, we haven't even done anything yet, your energy is infectious!  Let's try to keep it going, get sweaty," he laughed, starting the first song.  He also noticed before he began singing, the way that Bobbie's face was glued to his brother's lke the world was ending and this was their last chance to get it in.  Those kids.  Though, he thought that was fine.  They both deserved to let their hair down for a night, get sweaty at a rock show,  make out like the teenagers that they were.  Maybe lose a few articles of clothing.  Wasn't that ATL's motto or something?  Get naked?

[BOBBIE JACQUELINE BRYAN]

Bobbie felt a moment of ‘oh shit’ as Derek stared at her. It was a lot to take in ; that was fair. They had known each other less than a month and so far she had found out that his brother died, her mom had died, and she was now saying that she loved him. It was a lot – but what were your teen years if they weren’t about feeling things at every end of the spectrum. But when he said that he loved her to, it was like everything that had gone wrong or shitty these last few weeks had momentarily left her mind. Bobbie stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and held onto the back of his shaggy hair as she kissed him. Maybe this was going to blow up and end up hurting both of them ; but for some reason she genuinely believed that making sure the other never hurt again was at the top of their priorities list. Bobbie moved her hand from the back of his hair to the side of his jaw, keeping herself from separating from him. “ Not weird at all” she said finally, shaking her head before she gave him another quick kiss, looping her arm around his waist as she held onto his body, placing her cheek against his chest as she watched the stage and energy around them.

[ROSELYN RAE DAVIS]

Rosie made a face at a couple of teenage girls beside her that were crying. “ Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked them with a tone of judgment. Stop that. You look ridiculous. After a sigh, she pushed her hair from her face and smiled as Dylan scanned the crowd, landing his eyes on hers. Yeah, that point into the crowd was for her bitches. What was strange was that it gave her a nervous flutter. If there was one thing Rosie didn’t get nervous about, it was men. And yet here she was, wishing she could go on stage and kiss him. She wasn’t writing his name on notebooks and little hearts around his name. But she did smile when her phone lit up with a text from him, she did find herself going out of her way to come and see him tonight. She did find herself wanting to taste his lips again, though she had a feeling hers would taste like Jack Daniels right now. Every one knew all of the words, and she narrowed her eyebrows as she looked around. She wanted to show him that she knew some of his stuff, too. So when he had finished one song and was talking, she placed her clutch under her arm, placing her hands around her mouth as she yelled as loudly as she could. “ Shut up and play the party scene!” she screamed before placing on a polite smile. When a guy next to her placed his arm around her waist, she instinctively took her clutch and slapped it against his throat. “ Ew. No.” she said, brushing herself off as she moved a few feet away.

[DYLAN DAVID PARKER]

Dylan enjoyed every second of this whole lifestyle, this performance, taking in all the fans.  After they finished the first song, Dylan heard Rosie yell about the Party Scene.  That was cute, she knew one of their songs.  And he did see her singing along to every word, which was awesome because he liked that she knew one of his songs.  He'd written those words, they ere personal and his and she knew them and that was an experience that he figured only songwriters understood, or poets.  The show went on like that, the temperature in the room rising with sweaty kids, feeling like he was in the performing zone a couple of songs in.  The played a lot of songs from the last album, which there wasn't many more than that.  As a treat, Dylan announced the release of their new album in the spring, and played a few new songs.  They played This is How We Do, The Beach, for Derek.  They even, with the great response played a rough version of Poppin' Champagne that they hadn't rehearsed a lot.  It was really something to play those for the first time, being heard for the first time at a love show and have such a great response.  In the last half of the show Dylan sang Lullabies, which he knew was a rough moment for himself, Derek, Blake.  Rosie and Bobbie understood what was going on.  But it was that song that so many fans had connected with.  So many kids had said, you helped me cop with the loss of my brother/cousin/mom/etc/whoever.  And even though it was personal, and it was emotionally straining, Dylan had never been one to shield himself and his life experiences from fans.  His life was for them to see.  And if that song helped one other person, he would be glad to sing it.  Afterwards they took a pause in the show,  messing around with solos.  Rian banged on the drums for a bit, Zack playing along beside him, giving Dylan a chance to breathe.  He knew when his eyes met Derek's or Blake's, or Rosie's even, they understood he needed to take a pause.  "So, I wasn't planning on this, but I want to play just one more song for you guys.  If my band mates don't mind," he said looking at them unsure, "because I wrote this song this week and it's not rehearsed.  But you guys have been such an amazing crowd, and I think you deserve just one more new song."  Dylan took an acoustic guitar and played a few chords to check the sounds, sitting on a stool that was brought out.  "This song, as I said, I wrote this week, it's called Six Feet Under the Stars."  Okay, so it was kind of about Rosie.  Not kind of, it was.  And it sounded upon first listen that he was saying he wasn't good enough for her.  But he thought she would understand that he himself didn't feel that way about it.  He knew people would say that.  But here he was saying, people will talk, and i'll be in over my head so they'll say, but there's room for both of us down here.  Get grungy with me.  Something like that.  Somewhere in the middle toward the end he saw her, giving a small smile.  She'd know.  It was about her.  there it was.  After he played, he stood up, thanking everyone for bearing with him through it, because it was a rough acoustic of something that wasn't fine tuned yet, but the song was there.  it wasn't gonna change.  And so they closed the show out with coffee shop soundtrack and thanked the crowd and eventually headed back stage to wipe the sweat off their entire bodies hopefully.  Dylan just kind of assumed his real life people would come back stage before they met with the fans.  

[DEREK EDWARD PARKER]

Derek let his arms slide around Bobbie's waist.  The last time they'd kissed like this in full on make out mode was on his couch in his basement when she was still dating Nick and before her mom had died.  Now she was with him, and they were in public, and there was no reason to hide the way he felt about her so he  kissed her back, holding her close.  He laughed when she said it wasn't weird, keeping his arms around her when she'd turned away.  He knew Dylan was looking at him funny above all the heads, Blake was probably thinking about the song she was probably going to write about them.  The show went like most shows go, peoples scream, sing, jump, dance, push, sweat, the band sings and gets everyone pumped up,  There's highs and lows, Derek sighing when Dylan sang Lullabies.  Derek put his other arm around Blake, both his girls at his side.  Dylan looked over at Rosie trying to put the pieces together that Six Feet Under was Bout her and grinned.  Dylan wasn't shy about writing songs about whoever was in his life right then.  After the band had gone backstage and the lights came back up in the house, Derek ushered all three girls toward back stage because hello, senators daughter, international country pop star, any avid ATL fan recognized Derek.  They'd get mauled.  And so they went back stage, Derek hugging Dylan quickly to get it out of the way and Dylan could talk to Rosie.  For a second when he hugged him, he lingered, just... they both knew.  It was a healing process.  Derek wondered if he'd be able to ever get up on a stage in front of people and sing a song like that without loosing it.  Dylan was one of the strongest people he knew.  No need to tell him great show, they both knew it was.  Derek stepped away, grabbing one of the beers offered to the band, taking Bobbie's hand and smiled, "Having fun?"

[BLAKE EMMA PARKER]

Blake looked out at the crowd around her. It was strange that a group of fans could be so different, yet at the heart of everything they were all so alike no matter what the genre was. Plus, Dylan was so talented that he deserved every single high and accomplishment he would ever receive. And with the way he was interacting with his fans, Blake had a feeling that he would be having a lot more of these. Hell, even Georgia was talking about his music the other day and telling Blake how the Parker with the most plays on her iPhone was Dylan and that she wanted to meet him someday. While all of that was nice and dandy, it was half fascinating half vomit worthy to watch her youngest cousin making out with his girlfriend in the middle of the crowd. As quickly as it had come, it was gone. She narrowed her eyebrows for a moment as she watched the two of them, craftily putting some lyrics together in her head already. The energy felt like it was about to explode out of the venue, but as soon as the first chord to Lullabies started, Blake could feel the catch in her throat. Instinctively she found herself moving closer to Derek, holding onto him tightly as he wrapped his arm around her as well. When the song finished, Blake pressed her fingers to her lips before blowing Dylan a slow kiss towards the stage. Another surprise was that he had already written a song about the girl in the audience. “ This is bologna. I’m the one that writes about love for a living and Shaggy and Bob Marley are the ones to get relationships,” she muttered to Derek. But as soon as the set was over, she moved in the familiar route towards the back of the venue. “ Pardon me,” Blake said politely as she moved through with their small group of people towards the back of the stage. “ Jack, pull up your pants” she said without looking in his direction and instantly made her way toward Derek. After Dylan hugged him, Blake leaned in to hug her best friend in the whole word, kissing both of his cheeks. “ Enchanting,” she said, giving him a wink before she turned her attention towards Derek and Bobbie. “ So… young love… How’s that going?” she questioned. Most people would ask to be rude and dig into privacy issues ; but for Blake it was more or less research. “ I’ll ignore you are drinking a beer, Derek,” she said, pushing her hair behind her ear as she looked at the two of them. “ Oh gosh, I’ll just go find some wine.” she said, waving them off as she went in a search of a clean glass.

[BOBBIE JACQUELINE BRYAN]

While Bobbie might not understand the rock and roll life style, she could appreciate someone living out their dreams. As she watched Dylan on stage, she couldn’t help but relate to the feeling of wanting to be on stage and singing. Though, she wouldn’t be singing out heartfelt lyrics that had jumped out of her chest and onto paper. No, she would leave the writing to someone else. She wasn’t very talented at it anyway, though there was this melody that was continuously playing in her head lately. But the entire show, there wasn’t a second of boredom. It was amazing how you could completely care less that you were jumping around for over an hour, bumping into strangers who now became your best friends for the night all because you had a similar passion and taste in music. But she had stayed closed to Derek, having never been to an All Time Low show. She wasn’t used to the fan theatrics as much as Blake was ; and she certainly wasn’t in a position to basically attack people in the throats so confidently like Rosie was doing. Having Derek as her safety net was her best option for now. When the show was over she could feel the light sweat across her lower back and chest. It really did get warm in these things. As held on tightly to Derek’s hand as he led her backstage along with Blake and Rosie. When she got back there, it was crazy how familiar with eachother everyone seemed. Even people that did not seem like they would be a part of Blake’s world seemed to give no cares that she was back there – well, they cared enough to hug her and be glad to see her, but because she was Dylan’s cousin, not because she was ‘Blake Parker’. She wondered for a moment if that was weird, having someone who was looked at like royalty and so prim and proper and on a whole different level of celebrity, in your family. Did it change her? Would it change Dylan when he achieved that? Because the little that she knew of their family – they all seemed really genuine in who they were. “ Yeah,” she said honestly as she looked at Derek, a smile placing itself upon her lips. It was nice to actually be able to smile – she was pretty sure a real one hadn’t graced her features for about two weeks now. Besides, what did having fun matter? He had said he loved her, too. So she pretty much felt like she was floating on a cloud. “ Hey do you want to take a trip over spring break?” she questioned, snagging his beer from him so that she could down some of it.

[ROSELYN RAE DAVIS]

As they all stood backstage, Rosie kept to herself, letting Dylan’s family approach him and congratulate him first on a good show. She looked out of the corner of her eye to see Jack staring at her before she looked him back in the eye with a straight expression, “ Not even in your dreams,” she said dryly. Rosie looked back at Dylan, smiling as he was finally loosening up from his family. So he’d written a song about her? But they weren’t dating, they were just… getting to know eachother, having a good time, enjoying eachothers company. Rosie moved towards him, placing her hand holding her clutch around the back of his neck as she leaned in to give him a kiss. A kiss for the amazing show, for the fact that he had so openly played Lullabies on stage, that he had written a song for her. And whatever grave was waiting for them ; there was certainly room for two because she could tell by the flops and jumps in her stomach that this kid had her a little sprung. Rosie nibbled against his bottom lip before she took a step back. She could wait, they weren’t animals. And besides – she knew he was just as eager to get to his fans as they were for him to come out. “ After party?” she asked with a slow smile.

[DYLAN DAVID PARKER]

The cool thing abut Rosie was that she was in no rush. Like it's cool, go do a meet and greet, we can hang later. Because he needed that freedom to be able to get his work done and do the fan thing and fulfill his band obligations. That was a huge reason why he didn't get into a lot of relationship recently because girls could be SUCH cling on's. Like, did they realized last year he'd spent 9 months on the road? He couldn't deal with the ball and chain life, his career wouldn't allow it. Whoever he dated had to have a clear understanding that he was not going to be around and he would do his best to make the most of time they had together. He would do his best to make an effort toward those phone calls, even the ones that lasted all of five minutes. Just enough to say, hey, how's life, I care about you, we're still a thing. I miss you. And obviously Dylan didn't care about bearing it all in song about his life, he wasn't shy about much else either,, not kissing her in front of people back stage. Dylan put his free arm around her that wasn't holding his own beer, pulling her against his chest and kissed her. He was glad she didn't mind about the song and all. She had asked about the after party, and he nodded, "Of course," and with a wink added quietly so only she could here, "And how 'bout that after the after party party?" Dylan had to go do a meet and great which was one of his favorite things about shows, giving Rosie another quick kiss before he headed out, quickly hugging Blake again before he walked out. There was just something about Rosie that made him really glad for that fucking benefit dinner. And he was glad things had panned out the way that they did.

[DEREK EDWARD PARKER]

Derek glanced over at Bobbie while everyone around them greeted each other, everyone still high from the show.  One day he wanted this.  The performing.  Dylan made it looks so... perfect.  Like having that connection with people mattered some how, as if you could really change someone's life.  You could really positively influence people.  Derek wanted to do that some how.  whether it was music, or maybe film later on.  But he knew he was on this earth to reach people.  Derek sat down on the nearest table, pulling Bobbie between his legs so she was standing in front of him, hands on her hips, "Yeah anywhere that's not Cleveland would probably be a great spring break," he joked.  "Anywhere with you would be a great spring break," he decided, correcting himself.  Even if Cleveland was where she was.  Derek wrapped his arms around her back, thinking about it.  he knew his parents wouldn't care.  They'd be glad he was doing anything beneficial for his mood.  Anything to get out of this town where things were real and serious.  "Did you have anywhere specific in mind, or is that still up for debate?" he asked, smiling.  Honestly he just wanted to kiss he right now.  It was nice, being out of the house, young, happy, worry free for a second.  Derek leaned forward and kissed her, just erasing all the other thoughts from his mind.  He lingered for a moment and pulled away, smiling still.  He didn't feel like there was any rush for anything either.  Whatever happened would happened as it did.  Because somewhere in his mind, he knew everything would happen in due time.  "Do you want something to drink?  You can have virtually anything," he laughed, knowing it was true.  There was a moment in time when age wasn't a factor anymore for Derek.  That was how things happened when your brother and cousin were famous.  

[JOEL CARTER BROOKS]

Joel had been at the side of the stage during the performance ; doing his best to ‘hide’. He wasn’t even sure if the band had seen him hanging out. Blake had text him about the show, and while it may be normal for Blake to be seen at one of her cousins shows, he had a sinking feeling that both him and Blake in one venue might take attention away from the main reason to be there. And he genuinely wanted to hear this band ; Georgia hadn’t shut up about them. So here he was – and he had to admit, that vocalist was one hell of a performer. When everyone got backstage, Joel stepped out from the mist of ‘entourage’, for lack of a better term and grinned broadly. “ Any way I can get an autograph,mate?” he said with a slight chuckle. It was sort of strange, that celebrities could do things like head backstage to other performers shows. If a ‘normal’ person were to do that it would be a little more scandalous, a little more reasons for security to be on edge. But when did the celebrities become the priviliged? “ I’m Joel Brooks,” he said introducing himself as he held his hand out towards the lead singer. “ I’m pretty good friends with your cousin,” he said, looking over his shoulder thinking he had seen her.

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