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Roger Davis [userpic]
by Roger Davis (pretty_bdsm_boy)
at April 23rd, 2006 (08:27 am)


I'm going to start up this place again hopefully in a few weeks. Because of lack of posts and people I'm going to start the casting again.

Roger Davis [userpic]
The show
by Roger Davis (pretty_bdsm_boy)
at March 6th, 2006 (10:10 am)

current mood: flirty

Pay day finally. He had to make this one count. The building was hot dispite the freezing temperatures outside the show hadn't even started yet. It probably didn't help that he was wearing a long sleeved mesh shirt with tight leather pants. How the fuck do I keep ending up in leather pants? He thought a little annoyed. People were still filing into CBGB's. This was his sanctuary the crowd, the fans, his young lover somewhere in the crowd hiding behind that goddamned camera. God forbid the poor guy actually hook up with someone for a night or one for them to share someone....perhaps the cute redhead, but Roger hadn't seen her around in several days.

He gave a little smirk to the camera boy and the whole front row, fan service was a must for this to be a big pay day., his calloused fingers brushed over the strings beginning the first song.

by nyuanarchist (nyuanarchist)
at March 2nd, 2006 (09:31 pm)

Collins headed down the street to the Life Cafe, hands shoved into his pockets. His 'roommate' had basically kicked him out for the night, so the philsopher was destined to either sleeping on the street or on a bench in some park. Brilliant, Tom, brilliant.

As he jogged across the final intersection, he glanced down to where the Life was located. Two guys were making out hardcore in front, so Collins whistled appreciatevly. They were hot... why not? He laughed to himself as he entered the cafe. If only...

Collins was directed to a tiny table near the back. He ordered a dish of pasta with meatless balls and a beer. Vodka shots would come later. The two guys he had seen on the street earlier came in and sat at a table near the window. Despite his better judgement, Collins kept glancing at the couple. To distract himself, Collins pulled a thick paperback philosophy book out of his bag and started reading.

Mark Cohen [userpic]
by Mark Cohen (one_eyed_albino)
at March 2nd, 2006 (04:36 pm)

current mood: cheerful

"We don't have any food," Mark said, before adding: "Or anything to drink, either." The fridge was, like Mother Hubbard's cubbard, quite bare - the only things in it were a hunk of dry cheese and a jug of ancient, half-solid milk. Not exactly appetizing. The freezer had some things in it, but it smelled slightly funny whenever Mark opened it, and he was a little afraid to go hunting in it. Closing the fridge door, Mark turned and leaned against it, watching Roger from across the apartment.

He couldn't help but smile. He had woken up sore and happy, curled up next to Roger, and the glow had lasted all morning and was still warming him now. "Do you want to go out for dinner or something?"

Roger Davis [userpic]
their loft....
by Roger Davis (pretty_bdsm_boy)
at February 28th, 2006 (06:03 pm)

current mood: content
current song: Mark's breathing

His eyes fluttered and opened. For a moment Roger didn't know where he was, the young film maker was clinging to him and he remembered. He smelled so good but anyone would after what they had shared just hours earlier. A sigh escaped his partly open lips, his eyes scanned the room, Mark's room. He'd fixed it up nicely. The posters were hung with perfectly even space between them around the room, the boy was a hardcore perfectionist. Roger licked his dry lips and tightened his grip around the boy's body. He had to take a piss but it could wait, this was too wonderful.

Roger Davis [userpic]
The gig at CBGB's
by Roger Davis (pretty_bdsm_boy)
at February 27th, 2006 (09:07 pm)

current mood: excited

The sound check went well. He and Mark didn't say much to each other after they got into the club. His band mates, however, were leery of the young camera boy, but didn't say anything to Roger. They knew better. If something that even sounded like 'fag' was uttered around the lead singer and band leader would result in castration or worse.

Rumors of talent scouts and all had been going around the past week and Roger was in no mood to dwell on his band mates suspicious glances between him and Mark. This was another club were bands hit it big. No one had to know that the throaty rendition of well known love melodies were sung for a geeky blond.

Roger Davis [userpic]
the Cat Scratch Club
by Roger Davis (pretty_bdsm_boy)
at February 26th, 2006 (04:24 pm)

current mood: devious

He arrived with his band mates at the filthy club. Two men were up on stage tying a young girl to a lawn chair, interesting....his eyes scanned the crowd for the young film maker. Roger was thankful none of the insane fangirls/boys from the show came here, at least not at 2 A.M. that was when the crazy shit went on. One could get away with a lot more, the club was thick with the sent of pot and God knows what else. He spotted the boy at the bar and with a smirk Roger walked over to him. "You look like you're not having a good time," he said, "Not into guys?" He slipped off his leather jacket and sat on the stool next to him. "The chicks aren't too bad here."

Roger Davis [userpic]
the gig
by Roger Davis (pretty_bdsm_boy)
at February 26th, 2006 (08:11 am)

Roger Davis closed his lips around the plastic bottle letting the cool water fill his mouth. The energy in the club was amazing, the Pyramid Club and CBGB's were places where the bands were made. His life's dream was coming true right before his eyes. Roger wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his black wife beater clung to the his body, the leather pants had probably not been the best idea but it had all the girls screaming. His fingers strummed over the cords preparing the crowd for their next song. Roger's voice was throaty that night, maybe from nerves he wasn't sure but people seemed to like it. During the performance he would strike a smile at a cute girl or guy and as amazing as everything was, he was thrilled when it was time for a break. Roger made his exit at one of the back doors for a smoke.

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