(OPEN) * P A Y P H O N E !

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey twisted back and forth, back and forth on the stool he was sitting on. He had his earphones in, listening to it obnoxiously loud because he was frankly getting sick of hearing The Party Scene playing. Yeah, they were dance-y, but still. When you were on tour, you started to get sick of the other band's music. It wasn't like he hadn't heard the members of the other band complaining they were sick of hearing him sing. And that was all fine and dandy, because he felt the same way.

He looked up, seeing something moving in front of him. He smiled at the kid standing there, waving his hand in a polite manner. He couldn't help thinking he could use a drink or two. Or twenty-.. seven and a half drinks. 'OH MY GOSH YOU'RE JERSEY' got fairly old after awhile, especially when all the words started to get strung together as if they were one. It sounded like gibberish to him. The girl was talking, and he sighed inwardly, wanting to listen to his music instead of be messing at the merch booth. 'The merch guy better get back soon from the bathroom or I'm leaving. This isn't my job.' He thought.

He smiled one of those fake, cheesy smiles that the girls didn't seem to notice, and took the poster she was holding out. He pulled his Sharpie out of his back pocket and signed it, then handed it back. She bounced off, and he put his earphone back in, tucking his Sharpie back into his pocket. "Ooo, I'm at a payphone, tryin' to call home.. All'a my change I spent on yooou." He sang, twisting obnoxiously in his stool again as he waited for the merch guy to get back. He figured sooner or later he would come back, or someone would get annoyed enough with him to tell him to shut up and go away. Either way, he was itching to get back to his bus and shower.

[cassandra rae vaughn]

at her band's merch tent, cass smiled at all the fans coming and asking for pictures and autographs. that was something that could never get old to her, she loved knowing that some where out here she was inspiring some young girl to pick up that guitar and rock the world's face off. she had on her daisy dukes, fishnets underneath to meet with the white doc martens that stopped below her knee. up top was the usual for summer tours, a black and white cheetah bikini top and her denim vest that was covered in pins and patches. the pins and patches varied in topics, such as feminism; queercore; hardcore punk bands; pro-choice; and vegetarianism. she was always getting compliments on it, since it was obviously a do-it-yourself project. when the crowd died down to go see the party scene, she looked around the area at the other tents. waving to friends and such, then her eyes got caught on some one. jersey.

jersey simmons was pretty much cass in male form, and the thought that these two have never hooked up yet truly mind-fucked cass. the girl watched his 'enthusiasm' with the girl who was obviously one of those fan girls who bragged about the names of their children and their wedding ceremony. cass crossed her arms across her chest to show her annoyance towards his attitude, and not to mention that they pushed her boobs up nicely. the girl walked away from her tent, over towards jersey's the minute the girl left. "you realized you just changed that girl's life right?" she stifled his singing. it was one thing to be an asshole, but the fans were what got them to where they are. so why would you put on such a front?

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey looked up as someone came over, and figured his singing had finally gotten on someone's nerves. Until he read her lips. He yawned, pulling an earphone out of his ear. Maroon 5 was quickly replaced by The Party Scene and he wanted to scream. 'Find the talent fountain for fuck's sake!' He thought, wondering vaguely where his manager was before he turned back to the girl, figuring he may as well entertain her while she was here. She was kinda cute, he'd give her that. But from what he understood, she was just as obnoxious as he could be in her own way.

"Want me to change yours?" He asked with a smirk, leaning back in the stool so he could feel the fan facing up in his general direction. He wasn't above banging the other people on tour. He wasn't above a lot of stuff. So long as she didn't think it meant anything. One night stands were fine, without the attachment. "Yeah, I know. They go home and hang it over their bed and kiss it every night before bed. Your poster replaces the little wooden Jesus on a cross their mom put there when they were little, and they cherish it dearly until they meet the lead singer of The Party Scene. And then your poster gets put in a sock drawer and pulled out when they're twenty wondering why the fuck they ever thought a guy with grey eyes and a slight lisp was cute. I changed her 'right now'. I've yet to meet a single person who's been an exception to that." He smiled at the next girl to come up, waving at her. He could tell she was sick, and felt bad for her. The sick kids always got to him. He pulled his quitar pick out of his pocket and handed it to her. He might be a jerk, but he still had a soft spot.

[cassandra rae vaughn]

as he spoke up to her, cass rolled her eyes. "oh yes, please don't stop." she spoke in a mono-toned voice. then he started going on about the poster fiasco and cass just wished he would just shut the fuck up. he was one of the most arrogant people she had ever come into contact with, but couldn't help but wonder how the sex would be. probably rough, a lot of talking. she flexed the muscle in her lady parts to silence the thoughts of sleeping with him. just as she went to open her mouth, another girl came up and a smile rose on cass's face. she had her share of the sick fans, and it always broke her heart. the make a wish program had her play some acoustic songs in the children's cancer ward, only to find out that night the boy who wished she would be there passed. it was a hard thing to deal with, you meet a kid for ten minutes and they just become to attached on you until the feeling is mutual.

when she was gone, cass looked back up at jersey. "anyway, you can't just assume you'll be replaced. meeting your favorite rock star can really make your life a better thing. when i was ten i met steven tyler, he told me to keep rockin' and one day my dreams would come true." she opened her arms, only to put htem back down at her side. "and here i am. living my dream." then she realized he was ragging on the party scene and smirked. "jealous of them are we?" she smirked, walking behind his merch table to get out of the heat. "i don't think we've been properly introduced. cass vaughn." she extended a hand towards the guy, even though they both knew each other it wouldn't hurt for cass to be friendly.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey couldn't help wondering just how many other people the rock star had told that exact same thing to. He sang for Aerosmith. Everyone knew his name, and everyone wanted his autograph. "Yeah, but it's kinda hard to top the lead singer of Aerosmith." He shrugged. That was his opinion. All those older rockers who paved the road for them today were the people he looked up to most. He owed what he did to them, because if they hadn't done it first, maybe no one would appreicate the music he made now.

"And no, I'm not jealous. I'm the fucking opener. Why would I be jealous? I work my ass off to get where I'm at and my fucking label decides to stick me with these arrogant fuckers. I'm pissed off about it." But there wasn't anything he could do about it, so he may as well forget about it. It wasn't like he was going to give up just because they stuck him opening for a band far bigger than him. But he also wasn't gonna be Kelly Clarkson overnight.

He took her hand in an awkward handshake, was never really comfortable with touching anyone else. "Jersey." He said flatly. He always felt like Prince when he said that, a one-named artist. Sure, everyone knew his last name. But he wasn't on a full name basis with everyone either. "At least now you have a name to scream later." He smirked, twisting in his chair again as he raised his eyebrow at her. Cocky? Maybe. But if it meant getting laid tonight, he didn't care.

[cassandra rae vaughn]

cass, again, rolled her eyes as he began this rant about being the opener. cass has been there before, he wasn't telling her anything new. she went from playing at high school dances, to garages, coffee clubs, night clubs, and then she was where she was now. this wasn't going to come over night for him, no matter how good you were. then came back his cockiness, and she smirked. "that's the game were playin eh? better keep cass stuck in your head then buddy because you have no idea." she walked closer to the stool, popping the tip of her thumb between her lips. "you talk the talk but can you talk the walk? i've got muscles you've never even dreamed of, squeeze you more and more until you pop like warm champagne." she raised her eyebrows and stepped even closer so she could feel the heat rising off his skin. "you think you can sit there, make little comments. that's child's play." she leaned in, her lips grazing his ear as she spoke. "i'm the kind of girl who likes boys, a girl who let's boys know that she likes them. a girl who sucks, who fucks. who's lips quiver at mere thought of an orgasm." she stepped back, smirk still on her lips. "nice meeting you jersey." she winked, and walked away from his tent.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey was all game until she told him he could only dream of her. He despised girls who didn't want him. And he certainly didn't chase after them. They made for a waste of his time, time he could be spending writing lyrics. He rolled his eyes as she seemed to talk forever, leaning back in his stool. He didn't care how close she got, her taunting was just annoying. 'A simple 'you can't have this' would have worked. Spare me the entire play.' He thought, his tongue running over the back of his lip ring. He yawned again, glancing her way as she started to leave. "And yet, the only thing my lips are quivering about is getting into a cold fucking shower. If you're half as good as you claim you are, you wouldn't be telling me about it." He said with a shrug, then slipped off his stool. He grabbed his bottle of water, reaching up to wipe the sweat from his upper lip. 'If it gets any hotter, I might die.' He thought. Girls who claimed to be God's gift to men in bed always raised a red flag for him, because they usually turned out being the worst lay he ever had. He popped the top on his water and took a sip from it, making his way backstage.

[cassandra rae vaughn]

his reaction wasn't like she expected, but then again if some guy came up in her ear and told her how he would fuck the shit out of her and then leave she would have done the same thing. she hated guys who resembled her personality, it took the fun out of everything. she heard him mumbling about how she wouldn't be telling him if she was that good, and that old smirk rose on her lips. she watched him leave, in the direction of where the stage was. she looked down at herself, and couldn't help but giggle. she went back to her tent, using the random pair of scissors that laid out on the table to cut the thong and fishnets out of her pants. she put them in the trash by the stage, turning her head over her shoulder to see some skater kids taking them out and keeping them... weirdos. anyway, cass made her way backstage as she buttoned up her vest then soon untied her bikini top then removing it and placing it in her bag. the way her nipples rings hit the denim kind of bothered her, but in the long run it was going to be worth it.

she listened to the party scene playing, and she smiled. she genuinely liked their music, and soon found herself dancing. her eyes caught on to jersey, but shrugged him off and kept moving her hips in the circular motion with the song. when a hot chick was dancing around in a cropped styled vest and daisy dukes... people noticed. and that was her plan.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey flashed his pass to the guard standing by the stage steps, and started up them. He walked around for a minute until he found his guitar case. He couldn't help wondering why his manager hadn't put it on the bus, but then again, he didn't really care. He poured the water out of his bottle, replacing it with an equally clear, but far more disastrous liquid. He could hear his manager in his head, telling him it was a bad idea, that he didn't need to be drinking. He just put the cap back on his flask, and tucked it back into his guitar case before he closed it.

He walked out into the crowd, saw the girl he was just talking to dancing. Sure, she was hot. But he hadn't forgotten how arrogant she was, either. He took a sip out of his water bottle, glancing around at the rest of the crowd. It was honestly surprising how many kids with their parents were here. He decided to walk over to the girl anyways, screwing the cap on his bottle before he wiggled it into the back pocket of his jeans. "You need a doctor, baby?" He asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Because you dance like you have an allergy to music." The smirk fell, but he still watched her. He was gonna mess with her until she got fed up, or the two ended up making out. Which always seemed to be how all his conversations ended.

[cassandra rae vaughn]

her plan was working, he came back over. she turned to him and smirked. "is that really the best you've got?" she turned back over to face the stage, and the band. she looked at the boy over her shoulder and gave a one sided smile. people always told cass that her dimples were to die for, she liked that. anyway, she found herself walking backwards until the back of her was pressed against jersey. then she proceeded to sway her hips and roll them in circles just like she did before. "i know you hate these guys-" she said in reference to the party scene, as she leaned her head back on the boy's shoulder while she danced. "but i think they're just so great to dance to." she hated the whole small talk thing, but it seemed like fun making this guy wait. whether it was a few minutes, he was still waiting. she turned around so she was facing him, still dancing but this time mouthing the words a little bit. her arms soon came up around his neck while they danced. with her arms up, she knew she had a pretty great chance of her vest coming up a little too far and she would end up flashing her pierced tatas, which was why she was facing jersey instead of the entire crowd. perez hilton would have had a blast with that.

with a hand on jersey's shoulder, she let her other hand creep up the back of his neck as got on her tip toes so their faces were closer. she looked in his eyes, then at his lips but ended up biting her own as their eyes locked. then, of course, her butt started vibrating. she sighed as this moment, or whatever it was, was disrupted as she grabbed the iphone from her back pocket. "fuck i have a meet and greet in five minutes. uh-" she cleared her throat and stepped back from jersey. "but you can stop by the van later?" she put her hands in her back pockets and shrugged. "i gotta go." she turned away from him and made her way back to the tent.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey wasn't gonna deny that having her dance on him wasn't attractive. He was only a man, after all. At least it was more than he could say for his manager, who would probably be repulsed at the idea of having a girl dance on him. He slipped his hands to her hips, slowly moving his hips against hers. But all that rubbing was starting to make his tight jeans even tighter. "I know they're dance-y music. But their lead singer's still annoying." He retorted, smirking as she turned around to face him. He ran his tongue over the back of his lip ring, rocking his body against her's. He couldn't help wondering how many times he had actually done this to get a girl in his bed. Or the bathroom. Or bent over a table. He didn't care.

His grey eyes caught hers, but the only thing he felt was lust. He wasn't the kind of person to ever really fall for someone, couldn't remember if he'd ever actually had a relationship. He traced his fingers slowly over her back, almost groaning when she told him to meet him later. 'Just my luck.' He thought. "Maybe." He smirked, watching her go. Then he took his water bottle out of his back pocket, finishing off what little was left in it before he tossed it away. Although he was headed backstage, he got stopped by someone wanting an autograph and picture, and forgot where he was going. "Iiiiii'm all aloooooone." He sang, shoving his hands into his pockets as he started over to the food tents.

[trevor michael yerxa]

"hello? yes i know. i understand that, look i know jersey is a little rough around the edges but i promise you that once he gets used to this lifestyl-" the man scoffed, putting a hand on his hip while the other one held his phone to his ear. he found himself wandering around, trying but failing to find the topic of the day. jersey. he found himself now by the food tents, but away from the crowd so he could have a decent conversation. trevor yerxa was jersey simmon's manager, and some times he couldn't stand having the job. jersey was a wild child, and yerxa just couldn't keep him under control for more than twelve hours. the man put a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and inhaling before exhaling hard so he could cut in on the man's statement. "oh fuck those trashy blogs and gossip magazines of course they're going to talk they don't have to show their faces afterwards. no! jersey deserves more than being a fucking opener, have you even listened to the songs i sent you." he let out a chuckle and shook his head. "no of course you haven't because that would mean taking time out of your busy schedule of having the labels cocks up your ass to sign some talented fucking artists!" as he hung up on the man, he looked up to see jersey and he shook his head and scoffed. "well there you are." he spoke calmly, taking another drag off of his cigarette.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey happened upon his manager at the end of his conversation, and couldn't help but smirk. Hadn't he just been complaining about being an opener to what's-her-face? "Woah, Trev. You's a dick." He said, bouncing over to the vending machine. He knew his breath smelled of alcohol, but when didn't it? He popped the tab on the coke he got, and took a long sip, walking back to the far older male. He was still hot, despite the age gap between the two of them. And the other being practically his father. When he wasn't trying to get in his pants, that was.

"How's the wonderful world of managing Jersey been for you?" He asked, hopping up on a table to sit. He swung his legs back and forth, his grey eyes watching the male over his can of coke. "Oh. And I need some more picks.. The pretty orange ones cause I don't like these white ones. They're so.. flimsy. And I gave my last one to a little girl who was sick. But I can play without a pick the next couple shows if I gotta. She was kinda cute. She couldn't'a been any older than like.. eight." He shrugged, taking another sip of his soda. "Oh, and uh.." He swayed back and forth, trying to remember what he was going to tell him. He thought back through what he had been mumbling to himself a few moments before. "OH YEAH! I like Nixon's hair. You know? That cute drummer for whatever that band was? Er.. I mean, that.. nice looking drummer for the band who- you get what I'm saying. He's not cute." He chewed on his lip, wondering if anyone was listening. 'Because I don't do guys..' He thought. "Anyways! I wanna put a pink streak in my hair. What do you think? Or is that too.. not straight?"

[trevor michael yerxa]

he shook his head and sighed. "you've made it on a top story of yet another tour blogger. so the label called me, bitching once again. so my day of managing jersey is hell, once again." he smiled, he didn't know that jersey was a handful. he put that excitement back in yerxa's life that he's been missing. when he rambled on about the guitar picks, yerxa smiled at jersey's kindness. it wasn't everyday he was like that with some one. "i'll get them for you within the next few days." he nodded, taking a deep drag off of his cigarette forcing an exhale when he chuckled at jersey called the nixon boy cute. "look who you're talking to here, there's no need for changing words around. calling some one of the same sex cute doesn't mean you're gay or interested." he shook his head, he hated when people misjudged a compliment in that sense.

yerxa, again, scoffed and sighed when he made the not straight comment. "what have i been telling you? a hair color, style, whatever does not define your sexuality. look at me for instance, i have a fucking allen from the hangover beard. but when i open my mouth i'm that whorey stripper bitch." he laughed, taking the final drag from his cancer stick before flicking it away from him. "you can do whatever you like." yerxa sighed, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. "have any plans for the evening?"

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey sighed. He hated when he felt like he had even sort of offended him. "Yeah, I know it doesn't. You know it doesn't. But the fans or some fucking blogger hears me calling Nixon cute or I suddenly get a pink streak in my hair and OH GOD HE'S GAY!" He threw his hands up, almost spilling his coke. "And besides. You just said the label called you and was bitching about some column.. In which I was probably called an alcoholic, a drug addict, a party animal, a whore, a faggot, stuck up, arrogant, or that I'm sleeping with everyone on tour. You really want them calling again because someone took something as stupid as pink hair the wrong way?" He finished off half his coke, then sat it down now that he was satisfied his breath didn't smell of alcohol.

He swayed back and forth, shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno. I may or may not meet up with a girl for a one-on-one interview. I haven't exactly decided yet because.. I still got those EP tracks to record, and I gotta write two or three more so we can send them off to fucking.. JPP and their cock-sucking put-me-as-a-cover-artist department. But she's hot.. She's also kinda fucking arrogant. But then I haven't been laid in forever. But then I still have to finish those songs.. And tomorrow's gonna be hell because we have to leave here, then we have our next stop, and then me and you leave STRAIGHT from there to that.. benefit, then we gotta get back on the road to meet these freaks on tour again." He picked up his soda, taking another drink. "You think I can pull another all-nighter? Nap on the way to the benefit?"