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Post by trez matthew steele on Jul 19, 2012 14:21:28 GMT -6
Trez chuckled, shrugging. "Wouldn't be a first," He huffed, getting up. He patted Zayne's shoulder, and the four of them followed Hunter back to the recording room. Brandon tossed his broken sticks in the trash and grabbed his other pair while the others grabbed the bass and guitars. The drums had been loaded on earlier. Trez pulled the guitar case over his shoulder, holding the door open for them.
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Post by hunter parish holt on Jul 19, 2012 14:26:19 GMT -6
Hunter finished grabbing the sticks and started to pack up the lyric sheets back into their folder. She started cleaning up their trash, tossing everything into the bin before she started outside and towards the bus, looking over a few of the picks on her pocket as she walked, tossing the broken ones to the trash.
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Post by trez matthew steele on Jul 19, 2012 14:31:02 GMT -6
Trez walked beside her quietly, the other three messing around as they got on the bus. "Britton we're home!" Sean called and Trez just shook his head, moving to put all the instruments away. Zayne dropped onto the sofa with a gusty breath, throwing his pen at Brandon when the shorter male took off with one of his shoes.
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Post by hunter parish holt on Jul 19, 2012 14:45:45 GMT -6
Hunter followed him out of the bus, heard Britt groan an 'OH GOD' when he heard Sean. She laughed, walking around the bus to help Trez load the guitars in and make sure they were secure before she pulled the picks out of her pocket and started going through them.
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Post by trez matthew steele on Jul 19, 2012 15:03:52 GMT -6
Trez leaned up against the bus, watching her with a smile. It seemed to calm down in the bus, though he could faintly hear Sean trying to bother their manager again.
He ran a hand through his hair, would have offered help but felt faint, that odd feeling in his throat and stomach. "Hunter.." He slurred, reaching out before he was sliding to the ground.
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Post by hunter parish holt on Jul 19, 2012 15:24:51 GMT -6
"Huh?" She asked, looking up from the picks she was sorting. She always hated when he started to have a seizure. Nothing made her feel more helpless. "SEAN!" She screamed, carefully helping Trez to lay his head in her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair, biting her lip. She looked up, hoping Sean would come out soon with water or something.
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Post by trez matthew steele on Jul 19, 2012 15:29:13 GMT -6
Trez swallowed, jerking faintly as he looked up at Hunter. He drew in a sharp breath, chest shuddering as his eyes glossed over, no longer aware of the world around him, or his own seizing body.
Sean scambled out of the bus, eyed them, and stumbled back in for a thing of water, pushing past a questioning Brandon on his way back out. "Here."
Those few minutes finally passed and Trez slumped, head tilting and eyes closing as he relaxed in her arms.
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Post by hunter parish holt on Jul 19, 2012 15:36:15 GMT -6
Hunter took the water from him, looking down as he finally seemed to become responsive again. "It's okay, Trez.. Just relax okay?" She breathed, slowly running her fingers through his hair again. She looked up as Britt came out to pick him up and carry him in the bus. She closed the hatch, then started inside the bus, looking at Trez in his bunk.
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Post by trez matthew steele on Jul 19, 2012 15:43:59 GMT -6
Trez groaned, and was careful not to move as he was picked up. He curled up in the bunk, hugging his blankets close. He swallowed, rolling over after a moment, and offered a weak smile Hunter's way. He could hear the others talking quietly, and then Brandon and Zayne were climbing out of the bus, probably going to watch whoever was performing. Trez cleared his throat faintly, an arm hanging off the bed.
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Post by hunter parish holt on Jul 19, 2012 15:48:26 GMT -6
Hunter grabbed a bottle of water for her before she walked back over to his bunk, sitting down on the floor. She sat his bottle by his hand if he wanted it, reaching up to gently play with his hair. "Just relax, okay? We're gonna be leaving later tonight." She said, laying her head on the bed.
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Post by trez matthew steele on Jul 19, 2012 15:53:48 GMT -6
Trez reached out and took the bottle, twisting the cap off slowly. Sitting up a little bit, he took a sip, careful not to spill any water down his shirt. He glanced at Hunter and sighed, running a finger over her cheek. "I'm okay, I promise. I'm gonna take a nap...then we can go walk around." He smiled, setting his water back down and curling up agai.. Flipping onto his stomach, he finally drifted into sleep, and slept for a good half hour.
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Post by hunter parish holt on Jul 19, 2012 16:01:57 GMT -6
She wrinkled her nose playfully as he touched her cheek, but she was still flattered. "Sounds like a plan." She told him, leaning over to feel his forehead for a fever before she walked off to find Britt. While he was sleeping, they could at least get something done. Her and Britt got everyone's picks and sticks ordered on the computer before Britt scheduled them for a tuxedo fitting for the next day. "And you can go and get you a pretty dress. Money isn't an issue because the venue is paying for all of that in place of actual payment for preformance. Because these clothes are going to cost a small fortune, and rented clothes won't do." He told her, and she nodded, writing down on his notepad that she was going to get her dress while they got fitted.
"Okay, shopping list. Cause we stop tomorrow after their fitting to go shopping, and then their tuxes should be ready the day of the show." Britt said, pulling his notepad over.
"We need more water bottles. Pain killers. Uh.. we broke like, six of the ice packs, so we need more of those.. Everyone's getting low on bathroom stuff." She tapped her fingers on the desk.
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Post by trez matthew steele on Jul 19, 2012 16:11:43 GMT -6
Trez stirred some time later and gawned, stretching sleepily. He got up, rubbing at an eyes and padding to the other two. He dropped down across from them, smiling faintly Britton's way. Eyes traveled to the sofa where Sean was curled up and snoring. "The other two still out and about?" He yawned again.
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Post by hunter parish holt on Jul 19, 2012 16:15:00 GMT -6
Hunter looked up, smiling over at him. "As far as I know, yeah. You guys are getting fitted tomorrow for tuxes." She told him, yawning as she leaned back in her seat and pulled her legs up into her chair. She reached for her water bottle, taking a sip of it before she sat it back.
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Post by trez matthew steele on Jul 19, 2012 16:24:17 GMT -6
Trez stretched his arms over his head. "Okay," He murmured tapping his fingers on the table and studying theit list of things. He watched Sean stir and sit up, reaching for a pack of cigarettes before heading outside. Trez ran a hand through his hair. "Has your brother already performed?"
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