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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Feb 6, 2012 18:08:10 GMT -5
"Somehow, I don't think that would go over well, either." Which was exactly why the idea appealed to her so much. She could just imagine dropping that little gem on her family.
"But I like it. What about Steven?" Steven was the bassist that played with Ramon on occasion, when someone paid him enough to bring more people to a gig. Truth be told, she liked his little acoustic sets best. "Oh! Drums. I'm telling you, I would be an awesome drummer for you."
She took a moment to imagine them on tour- not necessarily famous, but with a strong following. She liked the idea of flashbulbs and screaming fans and just kissing him after a great show.
"I hope you're not teasing me, Ramon."
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Feb 8, 2012 1:09:34 GMT -5
"I would never tease you about something like that," Ramon said. "There's no one I'd rather have on stage with me than you."
He considered the situation for a moment. Steven was a good bass player, and Ramon was sure one of these days, he'd find a real band to play with. So far, he hadn't, but Ramon just figured it was a matter of time. There was also a drummer, Lars, who sometimes played with them as well, but he was in another band and just sometimes sat in when he had the time.
"I could use a full time drummer... but it'd be a shame to have you hiding back there behind a drum kit." He winked at her, to show that he was mostly joking.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Feb 21, 2012 13:49:09 GMT -5
Ilsa laughed, shrugging. "That's a valid concern. But think about it... You know me. And a bassist keeps things steady and together and on track. Drummers get to lay the ground work, to let everyone know how things are supposed to go, and then they get to break all the rules and go crazy. Where do you really see me?"
Playing the bass, when she put it that way, actually sounded kind of dull. She was excited about the prospect of playing with him and being loud and wild. "I'm really excited about this," she said, stopping and turning towards him, her hands on his chest to stop him as well. "I could take lessons from Lars, and he'll still play shows with you until I'm up to speed. This is a brilliant idea, Ramon."
Her parents would turn bright re at the idea, too, which only made it that much more appealing. But Ilsa hadn't been this excited about something in a long time.
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Feb 22, 2012 0:08:45 GMT -5
Ramon had to laugh. When she put it that way, then yes... she really was meant to be a drummer. And she did have rhythm; he already knew that. The bass definitely seemed too sedate for her, he didn't see her as a keyboard player, and he wouldn't insult her by suggesting she play tambourine or something like that. She could play a second guitar to fill out the sound (and Merlin, he could totally see her smashing her guitar like Pete Townshend), but a female drummer... that was rare. Women in rock and roll were still somewhat rare as it was, but female drummers were like four-leaf clovers. It might just draw attention to his music that it might not otherwise get.
"I think it's a killer idea," he said, grinning. "You would be the hottest drummer I could ever hope for."
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Feb 22, 2012 0:31:41 GMT -5
Islas lips spread into a wide smile when he consented. "Yeah?" she really wanted to do this. She could imagine the looks they would share on stage. They could stay up late on a tour bus writing songs (or rather, he'd write and she would be a muse to him) and the other band members would tease them. She wanted success for him, and she so badly wanted to be there with him when it happened.
"That's it, then. I'm doing it. We'd light up the stage with our chemistry...." Ilsa leaned up and kissed him. "There's nowhere else I'd be happier."
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Mar 4, 2012 1:33:39 GMT -5
Ramon had never really thought much about being successful. Many of the artists he admired, like Jimi Hendrix or Jim Morrison, seemed to be torn apart by fame and either wound up dying tragically, or ended up selling out and becoming shells of their former selves. Ramon had always thought of himself as being sort of an undiscovered genius... someone whose brilliance would only be known long after his eventual death.
On the other hand, he supposed that the idea of living fast, dying young, and leaving a beautiful corpse had its appeal, too. And often these were the types who were mourned as lost geniuses. So if Ilsa wanted to be his muse, and his onstage partner, who was he to argue? There was no one else he'd rather have on stage with him than her.
"I can't wait, babe," he said, holding her close and kissing her more deeply. "We're gonna take the world by storm."
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Apr 3, 2012 0:27:09 GMT -5
Those words made her smile wider. She always felt like it was her and Ramon against the world. There were enough people that would tell them they wouldn't amount to anything, that they should do something else with their lives, that they shouldn't be together. And this might be a huge risk, but it was one that Ilsa felt deep in her bones that she needed to take. It was a good one.
She already decided that she was going to find him attention. Ramon deserved to be playing to a more receptive audience. He deserved to get signed, really, but she wouldn't push him towards that too much. Not unless he showed interest.
"The Wrackspurts are playing on Saturday... I can see if they're still selling tickets. We should go. Do you know their drummer joined the band on a bet?"
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Apr 5, 2012 23:47:46 GMT -5
Ramon had never really looked for success; at least, not where his music was concerned. He had started playing guitar and writing songs, not because he wanted to be the next Jim Morrison, but because he wanted to pour his heart and soul into music. He was in it for the love of music, to create something beautiful and powerful and everlasting. So he didn't care if he ever made money doing it, although if he looked at it from a practical standpoint, he couldn't exactly afford to turn down a shot at success. After all, it wasn't as though he had any interest in doing anything else, and he couldn't exactly live on the money he got for playing music in the streets.
"He sounds like our kind of guy," Ramon said with a laugh. "Yeah, let's see if we can get tickets... maybe you can get backstage and meet the drummer. I bet he could give you some tips."
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Apr 30, 2012 19:57:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, he does. And if we really wanted to get back stage, you know I could make that happen." It was her penchant for not taking no for an answer. Ilsa had a way of getting what she wanted, and it was probably the only reason he hadn't been seriously reprimanded at school or at home. She was a wild child and impossible to handle, but she was loveable, too. She saw the same traits in Ramon, and it was part of why they got on so well. They understood each other in ways no one else did.
"Let's go to the river. Remember that spot near the bridge? I bet it's gorgeous tonight." And just like that, her mind was off again, though she made a mental note to get tickets to the show tomorrow. We're they sold out? Probably. Was she worried about it? Definitely not.
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on May 18, 2012 23:29:09 GMT -5
Ramon just smiled. He liked to joke that Ilsa had the "magic touch" because when she wanted something, she had a way of making it happen. The only person who seemed immune to it was her mother, but that was another story. But Ramon had seen her work her magic on other people, whether a bouncer at the club, a bartender who thought she was too young to drink, even a professor who'd caught her out after curfew, and it was a sigh to behold. If she wanted to get them into that concert, then she would. And if she wanted Ramon to be a success in the music business, then he would be. She'd make it happen.
"The river sounds perfect," he said, curling his arm around her and pulling her closer. They could sit by the water and watch the moon over the water. He even had a small bottle of firewhiskey in his pocket, and maybe he'd transfigure a reed into a flute or something, so they could fill the night air with music.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on May 19, 2012 20:29:49 GMT -5
Ilsa had other thoughts about the river. Sure, they would probably start out sitting on its banks, leaning against each other and either talking about whatever came to mind, or just enjoying each other's silence, but Ilsa was rarely content with the calm. She'd had a dance instructor once who told her that her style and what she emanated was just barely controlled chaos. That without some kind of fire burning in her, she wouldn't express anything with her dance at all.
She supposed it was still true, even if she didn't dance anymore. When she got a bug, she became passionate about it and nothing was going to stop her. Ramon had a rare ability to calm her, center her, and get her to listen. She wondered, often, if he knew how few other people could do that to her.
So by the end of the night in the river, she fully expected to be jumping into the river from the bridge, no matter how cold the water was. And if he gave her any amount of firewhiskey, it was sealing the deal.
She wrapped her arm around his back, hand coming to rest on his side as she leaned into him and they walked.
"I almost told mum about you this weekend," she said at length, after some time of being quiet. "Lorelei kept going on and on about Duncan, even if she swears they're not together, and it was almost too hard to not tell them. I want to be able to bring you home." It was the first time she'd said that to Ramon, that she wanted him to meet her parents, but she knew he understood why. It was just getting harder and harder to keep her mouth shut.
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on May 22, 2012 22:29:28 GMT -5
That was what Ramon loved most about Ilsa. She was like a firecracker ready to blow, and you never knew if she would explode in a shower of brilliant, beautiful colors, or backfire in your face. But he knew how to bring out the beautiful colors in her, and he loved that intense, unpredictable fire. It was probably also why she'd make a good drummer--she could channel that intensity into something powerful.
There was no telling what the night held in store for them, but he was glad he'd get to come along for the ride. How could they keep her inside the dreary school walls? She was meant to dance in the wind.
"You should tell them. I don't care if they don't approve... I'm not going anywhere. I told my mum about you, you know. She can't wait to meet you... when you're ready."
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Jun 14, 2012 10:47:21 GMT -5
If there was one thing Ilsa was sure of, it was that Ramon wasn't going anywhere, no matter how her parents reacted to the news of him. What she was equally sure of was that her parents weren't going anywhere either. She already tested that once when she ran away a few years back. Yes... Ilsa was that child. If she tried to run away with Ramon, they were going to do their best to reel her back in.
"Not yet. I'm waiting for the right moment. Maybe I'm wrong and they won't even care. I just... I doubt it. I mean, my parents are really good parents. And they love me, I get that. But they're all so straight laced. And I mentioned being a groupie to my mum and she acted like I was going to give her a heart attack. And the way they talk about my sister... What am I supposed to think?"
Ramon knew quite a lot about her family, just from her talking. She didn't keep much from him.
Her eyes turned to him as they walked, and she sighed. "You probably made me sound far more respectable than you should have to your mother."
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Jun 14, 2012 22:53:47 GMT -5
"My mum would like you even if you were a tattooed, pierced biker chick with purple hair and dressed entirely in leather," Ramon said with a smile. "She's very open-minded. In fact, I probably could have used a little more discipline than I got... maybe then I'd have a little more ambition or something."
He shrugged, dismissing the subject. He didn't regret anything about his life or his upbringing or any of his choices, but sometimes he wondered if things could have been different. He hated the thought that Ilsa's parents wouldn't approve of him, and hoped it wouldn't cause a rift between her and her family.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Jun 14, 2012 23:59:12 GMT -5
That smirk was back on Ilsa's face, and she cast a sidelong glance at Ramon. "You know, I could really get behind the tattoos and leather part of that." Her eyebrows went up once, encouraging him to think about it, and she laughed, continuing towards their destination.
"You know what, Ramon? You're right. My parents may disapprove of a lot of the choices I make, but it's time to tell them. I think I'm wrong, anyway. They'll love you. What's not to love?"
She could hope that she was making much too big a deal of things, and that her parents wouldn't disapprove of him. He made her happy- anyone could see that the way she looked at him, and the way he could make her laugh and smile. For someone who claimed she wasn't scared of anything... it was definitely time. "Will you come meet them with me?"
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Jun 18, 2012 23:32:19 GMT -5
"'Course I will, babe. Whenever you're ready."
She didn't even really need to ask. He really was just waiting for her to decide it was time. And if she'd decided she never wanted him to meet them and wanted to run off for a wild tour across America or something, he would have been ready for that as well. Oh, he could be stubborn about some things, usually his music. And he was very protective of her in his way. But he was also flexible, and ready for pretty much everything she could throw at him. That was another of the reasons they were so perfect together.... he was always willing to go along for the ride.
"You'd look hot with leather and tatoos," he assured her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "You shouldn't wear them when we meet you parents, though... they'll think I pressured you into it or something. As if anyone could pressure you into anything," he added affectionately.
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