Angelic Grace

[Damien Jamison]

She was getting a bit into it, but not as much as i would have liked. She still was holding back. Well, this had to change.

As she shoved me, i could see out of the corner of my eye, the music director grab his hair, in fear of me wrecking his poor guitar. However, his baby was safe, and i still shred like a white Hendrix. Compared to a friend of mine, this was nothing, i was still mostly an amature player deep down.

I squirmed on my back, taking care of the guitar, and trying to keep my beat while playing. This was in no way as easy as it looked. Hendrix made it look easier.

Suddenly she stepped on my chest. Allow me to bring up an important aspect of this. She was wearing stiletto high healed boots. The flat part was on the middle of my chest, the stiletto high heal, on my nipple. Guys had sensitive chest parts too, and this was searing in pain. I was afraid to squirm in the wrong way, for fear, the nipple would be no more. Those heals were razor sharp!

The mic was being held by someone, to hover over my face just far enough so i wouldn't swallow it, but couldn't be unheard. I craned my neck to be a bit closer, and began singing my verse before me and
Nat would join in the chorus.

"YOU CALLED THIS upon yourself
i dont think i can end it
a premature death of us
and i cannot mend it
Unleash the beast, my suicide,
i'm not gonna run
I'm not gonna hide..."

I took a breath and began strumming for the chorus, one of the final parts of the song. the song was a pyramid of contradictions, something i often find life to be. I wrote it with hopes of getting that part through. we live to die, we die to live. We get sick to get better, we get healthy to get sick, life is a cycle.

I nodded to Natasha and we sang out the solemn chorus, the happy guitar following in accompaniment. Natasha removed her foot from my chest, and someone helped me up so i could keep playing without interruption. We walked to the mic and stood there, both leaning in, myself swaying to keep beat.

"Alienated in all this attention,
escapism of an escape artist
i cant put up with this any longer
i cant fight it any more..."

"Yeah, Yeah!" I yelled, for the the repeat of the chorus, this time, a bit more harder.

"Alienated in all this attention,
escapism of an escape artist
i cant put up with this any longer
i cant fight it any more...
i cant fight it anymore...
no no..."

I faded out the music and the crowd went wild. I ran my hand through my hair, until now i hadn't noticed how sweaty i was. Music had that influence on a musician, so much excitement, crammed into one.

<tag hi nat>

[Natasha Dentee]

The music stopped and the crowd roared. I was in shock, we had done it. We had really done it. I was grinning ear to and had so much energy I couldn't place it anywhere. I was so pumped that my movements were automatic.

"ekk!!" I screamed trying to rid myself of my energy. I went to kiss Damien on the cheek and hadn't notice that he turned to look at me after I let out my eek. I ended up kissing him on the lips which shocked us all.

I felt my face turn red, and I looked over at him in shock. He had a grin on his face, knowing that kissing like that hadn't been my intention.

I put open my hand as he opened his mouth, knowning that he would have a witty remark.

"Apt! Don't go there." I chuckeled, not wanting to here it.

Which only made him grin wider. We said our thank yous, and bowed...or at least he bowed, I just kind of stared out, over whelmed by our succses. We walked back stage with the crowd still going crazy.
I knew he wouldn't let me live what happened on the stage down, but I could hope

<Damien, sorry it's short>

[Damien Jamison]

I cocked my eyebrows coyly, hah, stupid girl. Wow, the energy was intense. It shot through me like a bullet.

So this is what life rock stars lived. This is what everyone wanted when they are kids, the fame, the cries, this is what its like. The refreshment, everything, it was all I've heard of and more.

I bowed and looked around, the pit being us was still ravaging, and there was a standing ovation. I just had to do something, that I've always wanted to do. Ducking out of sight, i ran to the back of the stage, the mic still in my hand. Thank god it was wireless.

I heard someone yell 'where'd he go' and some girl yell 'DAMIEN', so apparently my escape was a success. This was great. I looked around. Yes! There was some scaffolding of sort, not too high, the fact was i didn't weight much, so i was a perfect candidate.

I climbed up onto the scaffolding, struggling up onto the surface, but i made it. Looking down on the crowd was completely rad. They all were looking for me, and just that feeling, made me overjoyed to some extent.

"HEY LB ACADEMY!!" I yelled into the mic, causing more distress. They knew i was present, and knew i had the microphone. I thought it was a megaphone for some reason, where you could pinpoint my location...nope.

I took the microphone from my mouth and yelled "UP HERE!" I waved my arms. They all looked at me, and i could see Natasha cover her mouth. The crowd clapped and a few guys started moshing hard. "Scream and throw your *&^%ing hands up dudes!"

I jumped off the scaffolding and spun to crash back first through the air.


<tag nattie, dont die!>

[Natasha Dentee]

I looked up, and he was there. Oh my lord, was all I could think. That he is going to kill himself! He is going to bloody kill himself!

"Damien!!!!!!" I screamed as he drove off the scaffold. I watched in horror as his body kept falling. I went completely numb and started running through the crowd scream "Catch him! Catch him!"

And they did, it took me a moment to realize what had happened. The idiot went crowd surfing. He scared me half to death, to go bloody crowd surfing. I was so mad that I stormed out, and walked to halls to keep my anger from raising. I walked pass my tower entry and went into the garden. I walked along the path, muttering to myself about how stupid and arrogant he was. It was completely dark outside except for the glow coming out of the two windows and door that were on the building.

"So, Dentee, you have finally gone insane?" I recognized the voice and stood perfectly still.

"What do you want Mazi?" I hissed annoyed that he of all people interrupted my ranting time.

"To make sure you were alright of course," He said, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"You have never been concerned with my well-being, why start now?" I asked with a shrug, starting to walk away.

He grabbed my arm and forced me to turn around. "You will not walk away from me, no one walks away from me." He spat gripping my arm tighter.

"Let go of me Mazi, you are boring me." I said filling my words with as much boredom as I could muster, forcing my body to relax as if I weren't afraid of him.

"Why you little-"

"Tasha" A voice called sounding worried. "Tash where are you?" I turned and saw a glimpse of hair, and knew that it was Tammy.

I looked back at him with an eyebrow raised, challenging him to hold on and see what happened. His choice was to drag my closer up against him and talk in my ear.

"This isn't over Dantee."

"Oh yes it is." I said and punched him with my free hand. He staggered back, and I ran, grabbing Tammy by the hand and ran up to my room.

"What was that?" She asked worried.

"Nothing, all the energy from the show got to me." I lied, but it seemed to work.

She finally left around midnight after talking for 2 hours about everything, and nothing. I changed and slid into bed, and waited for the bliss of sleep to take me.
<my oblivious friend-Damien>

[Damien Jamison]

I fell into the arms of my peers. It was oddly, comfortable. I lay back on their hands, all over my body, and felt an odd connection with them. I never wanted it to end. I think i finally realized why they called it surfing. It felt like i was floating on the water, taller people, shorter people, it was like the rough waters of a valiant ocean.


Those times you felt alive.


"alright everyone, time's closing, you can put me down now!" I laughed into the microphone as slowly, i was put on the ground. Some kids patted my back, as others said "great job" in my ear, they all moved backstage to get ready to go home.

"Now, PARENTS!" I said, looking at them in the eye "How was that EH?!" I heard some applause some talking, and a bit of more. They seemed kind of lost. "ok, here's a one on one, I live for the moment, so, i'm sorry if i bothered you guys with language and the like. And, hope you liked the show! Goodnight!" I waved before turning on my heel before running backstage just before the curtains closed.

I ran to Natasha's dressing room...she wasn't there. Wait, where was she? I started looking, asking people, no head nor tails of Tasha. I shrugged it off, she probably couldn't find me either, and just went to bed.

I went back to the Alezander's wing. "HEY BOYS!" i yelled as i entered the door. "DAMIEN!" my boys yelled, running to me and heaving me onto their shoulders. "Da-mi-en da-mi-en" they grunted, pumping their fists. They were all in their pajamas, or, shirts and boxers, some wearing pants, some just boxers. Boys loved their underwear, but never slept.

<TAG TASHIE>

[Natasha Dentee]

I woke up the next morning, not feeling well at all. I sat up from bed and felt extreamly dizzy.

"Oh this isn't my day." I said to myself. I looked around, realizing that I was Head of Wing, so I had the room to myself.

I got up and realized that I was only in a long teeshirt, went to look for clothing to wear. Then I remembered that it was laundry day, and the maids would have come and picked up whatever clothing was on the ground. Curseing I looked around for something to wear. And found only another shirt.

"Why can't I keep clothing in my desser?" I muttered to myself. I heard a knock on my terrance door and looked down at what I was wearing.

"Screw it, they can see me in whatever I am in." I said walking to the door to open the curtains that were attached to it, I stubbed my toe and let out a string of curses. I opened the curtain and saw Damien.

I rolled my eyes and let him in.

<Damien>

[Damien Jamison]

I felt alive, and well off. Fully dressed, beeper, shirt, H.O.H. emblem, everything. My hair was a bit messy, but that was fine, I didn't really care. A quick comb through and I would look fine. I had taken my medicine and I was set for four hours.

"Rise and shine rock and roll kitty" i said, smiling broadly. Bouncing my eyebrows. "or, based on your performance last night, should I refer to you as, lover?" i teased, sliding through the doorway as if I had melted at the gesture. I loved pissing her off, she was such a hot head.

Literally. Haha.

She growled and looked at me, still in her pajamas, well, i think you could call them that, but she kind of wore the same thing all the time. So, it was clothes, but pajamas, but still clothes. Whatever.

She didn't really look all that normal, kind of like one of my friends, he had some "problems". She had dark circles under her eyes, her hair was a mess, and she smelled funny, yeah, she was very comparable to my friend, actually.

That was mean...but true. Girls were weird before they made themselves up. At least she wasn't being insecure about herself. Some girls were all insecure before they made themselves up, it was annoying.

<tag natty>

[Natasha Dentee]

He walked into my room like he owned the place. I felt a wave of sickness come over me and bolted to the bathroom.

I felt the last of my stoumch contants come up and into the towlet. I wiped my mouth on a small towel that way on the sink conter.

"Well now, isn't this lovely." I said looking up at him. He looked at me, not knowning weather to be disgusted or concered. I rolled my eyes and tried to get but failed, and sunk back down to the floor.

"I feel like crap." I said, stating the obvious, resting my head againt the wall behind me.

"Someone had one hell of a night."He said, raising his eyebrow at me.

I wasn't feeling well, so I was not going to take his crap.

"Screw you. After the stunt you pulled your lucky I am alived." I hissed.

<Damien>

[Damien Jamison]

"so, I wasn't the only one who got drunk, or high, lastnight" I joked. Jokes always made the world better, right. Oh man, i hope to god she DIDN'T drink, that would be bad, and just guessing, she didn't seem like she would be a good drunk.

The friend I mentioned earlier, he was a good drunk. Actually, he was drunk, all the time. Just one of his many "problems". By many, I mean, a lot. I stopped counting after 4...no one should have that many problems. Anyway, I couldn't tell if my friend was drunk or sober, i dont think he ever was sober, come to think about it, he'd probably die.

But, back to real world. There was definite vomit there, and she definitely couldn't get up...ok...think Damien, think. I got it.

I ran out of the bathroom, to, where, I had a mini fridge in my room. Wait, nothing. I ran to the left, and then to the right, damnit!

"Damien what the hell are you doing?!" she yelled out of her bathroom. It was a nice bathroom, very clean, except for the vomit.

"Fridge!" i said, still running, searching for it.

"Dont have one?" She said, sounding dazed. How do you live on one floor all to yourself and NOT have a fridge.

"WHAT?!" I yelled, still running through the room, now it was for a bottle.

"you mean YOU have one?!" She said, sounding a bit angry.

"YEP!" i found a water bottle, and threw its contents out the window, running back into the bathroom and turning on the cold water. I looked down at her crinkled form "why dont you?! And what's with the lack of water bottles...seriously now..." I jammed my finger under the water, feeling how cold it was, and then i turned up the hot stream. Room tempurature.

"you're sick, you're strong medicine is refridgerated, you get dehydrated often"

"point taken" i said, jamming the bottle in the sink, and reaching into my wallet. I went shuffling through it, and grabbed a small packet.

"If that's a condom i'm hurting you" She raised her leg to kick me, only to have me take a step back.

"one, you're too weak, two, its not a condom...its lemon" I said, grabbing the water, warm, and putting some of the powder in it. "easier to digest" I capped the bottle and mixed the powder in and then threw it at her. She caught it, and drank, but began sputtering after one gulp.

"Its sour! and Warm!" she yelled, glaring at me.

"exactly, its better for you, easier for your body to absorb, and use, you're probably dehydrated, drink up!" I said, turning to examine the room more.

"But its GROSS!" she yelled

<tagggg nattie>

[Natasha Dentee]

I can't believe he was making drink this horrible stuff. My stoumch was already rolling, and it felt like what went down, wasn't going to stay down for long.

"Damien!" I yelled, not caring that for the moment, I sounded like a whinning brat.

"What now?" He came back in slightly amused.

"I think I am going to vomit again." I said, handing him the half full water bottle.

"You called me in to watch you vomit?" He asked giving me a look of disgust.

"Yes, I thought it would be a lovely passtime for you today." I said, filling my words with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

"No need to get snippy." He said, trying not to look amaused, "You need to finish this, it will help you."

"Help me what? Vomit. I don't think I want anymore, thanks." I said turning my head away. I felt a wave of sickness come again. I clenched my stoumch and keeled over.

"Natasha?" He asked, the worry was in his voice, though he tried to hide it.

"Damien, get out." I said once my voice started to work.

"Why?" He asked, sounding somewhat offended.

"Either that or you get to witness the eplosion of Mt. St. Helen, human sized." I spat, then turned my head to vomit again.

<yey ickyness! Tag Damien>

[Damien Jamison]

"so, when you say leave, do you mean, leave the room, or leave the entire apartment. Well, its not an apartment, but well, you know what the hell it is...ahh i don't even know" I spun around in place a bit, gritting my teeth. I sounded like an idiot, the room smelled like vomit and i was getting lightheaded. Damn.

Luckily there was nothing in my stomach and it was difficult for me to puke up bile. Some people could do it like nothing, however, me, it was difficult for me to expel anything from my system. My body in constant survival mode, nothing was wasted.

My eyes danced around the "living room" portion of the head of house's room. It was different from mine, but that was understandable. First off, it was a girls room, secondly, theres no need to have medical stuff in here. I continued spinning, stopping when i heard a purge sound from the bathroom.

I gagged, silently of course, but my mouth opened and reset itself. I really should have left, what if it was a bug. Then again, what was the chance of a bug? Eh, whatever. I reached into my messenger bag and grabbed one of those masks that scenesters wear. yeah, the hospital ones. I put it on, and unlike many people, I didn't look that bad in it. Maybe I was used to it, I don't know.

I just know this place is crawling with microbes. Microbes that I don't need in my system. The sounds stopped and I walked into the bathroom, holding the mask close to my face, keeping odor, and microbes out.

I grabbed a towel and tossed it at her, and she wiped her face. She looked a shade of green, i hadn't really seen before. First the red of the guy from last night, and now this green. Crayola would love it here.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at her glazed appearance.

"Nurse?"


<taggetha la Natasha>

[Natasha Dentee]

"argh. Please, before I puke again." I said, swaying a bit, as I grabbed onto Damien's shirt. He caught me as I fell, and placed me gently on the floor.

"Mhmm, babe, the bed would have been better." I said, with a small smirk, trying to make him feel odd. But my attempts didn't work.

"Nice try, but I don't sex up sick girls." He said, and went into the bathroom.

I rolled my head back so that I could see what he was doing. But it didn't work, some how the door was in the way but I didn't care. My head started to cloud and make things foggy.

Damien came back into the room with towel to put under my head. He lifted my head up and placed it on the towel.

"I want chicken." I said dreamily, my head becoming foggier and foggier by the moment.

"What?" He asked.

"Lots and lots of chicken. Fried chicken is the best." I said, as I curled up into a ball, clutching my stomach as it started to roll again.

"Someone's delusional." He said chuckling.

"Yey, I like that...what does it mean?" I asked not wanting to have to think about to much.

He began to talk, and I started to drift away. There was a crack on the wall that I hadn't noticed before, and it was bothering me. And the colors of the walls made me want to vomit again.

ughh don't mention vomit please

I tried to roll over but it didn't work. I heard the door open and saw feet on the floor. i giggled because the person had large feet. They had black shoes on and they made a weird noise when they walked.

I felt cold sweat start to accumulate on my forehead, and then it ran down my face. I moaned as another wave of nausea came over me. Then I couldn't breath. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I heard a reassuring mummer in my ear, as my world went black.

<hey damien>

[Damien Jamison]

"ughhhh, fack you" i grumbled, hoisting up a body of dead weight. She was smiling, moron. How a derivative of a curse sounds reassuring, i would never know. Damnit.

She mentioned chicken, and I was forced to leave the area. The idea made me sick, meat was too risque to eat, so I was medically a vegetarian. The idea of eating meat sickened me, because my body had abandoned the enzymes needed to break down complex proteins. Eggs was about as far into the meat category that i could enter.

I put her down, back on the floor as she nodded off. Damnit, I can't lift her. Technically i shouldn't even be touching her, but my immune system was stronger this morning, so i was a bit, adventurous. Damnit, I hoped i wouldn't die from this experience.

I had to get help.

I bolted out of the room, looking for anyone who could be scouring the dorm. But at this time, most were at breakfast. I came to the staircase, and jumped down the flight, two jumps per flight, rounding the first corner, I saw probably the last person I wanted to see.

Jazon motherfacking Mazi. He was walking up the stairs apparently thinking highly of himself. I hated him, scowling, I looked down, to find him, looking up. He growled and started to turn around. Fack!

"Hey, Mazi..." I barked, and then, felt the rabbit in me, I spun around in place, lost, and then, finding him looking at me, once more. "I need help."

"yeah, go find some" He growled, turning around again.

"Damnit Jazon, i mean I NEED HELP! NOW!" I yelled. "Natasha passed out and I can't move her by myself...I'll get sick!" I felt the ground under me reverberate. Damn these powers! He must have felt it too, because he turned around.

"Like i said, GO. FIND. HELP." He said, drawing it out for me with his hands. I wasn't a moron, I knew he wanted nothing to do with me, or natasha for that matter, or anyone who affiliated with me or natasha, but damn.

"You know what you rotten piece of meat!" I barked "I will facking die if I do it alone, and you know what the hell I'm talking about!" He turned around looking shocked. I'm guessing no one had ever talked to him that way. "Now, unless you want to have that on your conscience, fine, whatever. But if you for one minute want to give up some of your time in your hell bound freaking life, I suggest you do it now!" The ground was following in a gentle, but menacing tremble as I finished off my grunt.

"Fine, whatever, Jesus..." He growled, running his fingers through his hair and turning back to move up the stairs. Damn right. His green eyes held a look of menace. I pulled my mask up to cover my face again, as we jogged up th stairs, retuning to the room. Jazon walked to grab her shoulders, and i grabbed her feet. We started to make our way to the infirmary.

<natty haha, left you with a bit of interesting stuff here>