Post by EDMUND JAMES GREYSTONE on Apr 2, 2013 23:21:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ngx4hu.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 220px 220px 0px 0px; border: 0px solid #414141;] edmund james greystone 22 | 2013 | male | accident | louis tomlinson I'm not really too great at talking about my feelings. It's not a pretty site when I do. I start saying crazy shit that really has no relevance to the price of cheese at all. That's what Penny was here for. She would help me out when I got a bit tongue tied. Penny.... Let's start with the basics I guess though, right? My name is Edmund Greystone. I used to be a pretty big singer. I mean, not big as in i was a big guy... I mean in certain aspects, yes.... I'm not an amazon or anything though. Can dudes even be amazons? Sorry. Laser focus! Okay so, I'm Edmund, but only my mum and grandmama call me that. Everyone else calls me Eddie! The moral of that story was, calling me Edmund doesn't really grab my attention like Eddie does. Now that we're on a first name basis though, I suppose I should start talking. For real this time! I grew up in a small town. Just like nearly everyone else in these United States. I actually grew up in Massachusetts. It was everyone's dream for me to get accepted into Harvard or MIT and be some big shot doctor even before I was born. To be honest, it sort of was my dream until I was ten or so. I don't really remember that much from my younger years. If you couldn't tell already, I'm a bit of a scatter-brain. Could I have achieved this pre-aspired goal? Sure, I wasn't a horrible student. The real question was, did I really want to? Not really, I fucking hated school. Why would anyone want to finish high school and the first few years of college (only so you could be accepted into society of course) and then have to go to med school on top of it? Why!?!? Apparently my father was a really talented surgeon. So talented he didn't have time for my mom and I, so he left for Manhattan to serve the elite. I never really cared to much about searching for my father until the times like now when i think about what he might have been like. I always imagined him to be a crazy, pushy, over-worked lunatic. Why else would he leave the woman he apparently "loved" for his work? Yah... I'm kind of the judgmental type. Which will be useful for my adventure! Another reason the whole idea of becoming a skillful doctor didn't quite appeal to my palate was because I definitely had other passions than just staring at the burnt toast I liked to call my text book. That was a metaphor, by the way... I wasn't poor or anything as a child... Well not poor enough to be reading off of burnt toast. Burning toast was also not my ideal afternoon either. As corny as this sounds, I kind of just like to sing and dance around our apartment. I don't mean to brag... But I kind of have the gift of song in my heart... I feel like i stole that lyric from somewhere and I don't know where from... I'd love to call myself the Justin Bieber of the US but then I think people might hate me a bit too much. I started singing in the church choir during my MIT doctor days. My mother promised me it was only for the purposes of socialization. I hated choir for most of the time I was a participant in it, until I got to sing along in this Christmas concert before mass. I wish I could say a star was born right there, but unfortunately that was not the case. My story is more closely related to T-Swift. Except my legs aren't as small as hers... And I don't have tits. For those who don't know the tale of Miss Swiftie, I'll provide you with my lovely tale of how I broke into the shark tank. After my minor little showcase in the house of God, I got a bit antsy. Slowly I lured my mother away from the dream of Dr. Greystone, to Eddie, the next big thing. To keep my reputation through middle school I kept my performer life separate from my school life. The last thing I needed was gay rumors flying about during the early stages of my life. During high school I started to showcase my talents a bit more frequently but nothing more than singing a tune while walking the dog in the park. It wasn't until I was nineteen and had been rejected by what seemed like millions of recording labels i finally was semi-discovered. That's kind of when I met Penelope Williams. Around the same time at least. Penny and I met at a coffee shop after I met with some guy that wanted to represent me, just after I moved to Manhattan to make my dream come true. She was sitting at the table across from mine, and was frantically looking for a job in the newspaper, circling text in crayon. Her hair was tousled as she constantly threw it out of her face. She was clearly beautiful, and lost. Originally I thought she was a model looking for a go-see. I had to tear myself away from the beautiful stranger to sign the papers of the underground recording studio. I was finally signed some a label! I didn't want to be distracted by a hot girl. I didn't have time for a relationship. I needed to really get my name out there! I wanted Eddie Greystone to be a household name! It was going to be! After a few months I started to get rather cocky, and swore I needed someone to plan my affairs for me. I did. I can't remember to tie my shoes have the time let alone remember important meetings. I posted an ad in the newspaper for a personal assistant. I didn't really have the money, but if I was going to be famous I'd have more money than I could possibly ever spend am I right, Sam? I'm right, Sam. I reached the peak of my career several months later with penny at my side. She was my right hand man... Or girl. She was a great assistant, on top of everything. She was my best friend. I had always been a friendly bloke, but with her everything was funnier, and brighter. All together better. It was like I was seeing my life through a film on Instagram. Instagram films are always better than the actual picture! Penny was perfect. I fell for her hard and fast. Our relationship was kept a secret though. As my fan-base grew exponentially we agreed it was safer if our relationship wasn't public. I didn't want her to be exposed to all of that. Fans are fucking crazy. She didn't deserve to be attacked or anything physco like that. We had adjoining apartments in our complex in Manhattan. I had the pent-house, and her apartment was a floor below my with a staircase up to my apartment. We had a routine. Before every show she'd come to my dressing room and tell me, 'Come on, Eddie, you have people to please,' I'd tell her, she was the only one I'd ever need to please, and then she'd laugh. I'd sing her a song next and then she'd say Save it for your fans,' and avoid my kiss on her cheek. I sang every show to her, every now and again looking back stage to make sure she was still standing there, with her leather planner tucked under her arm. After every note of every tune was finally sung, I would always go home to my lonesome apartment, and a half an hour later, Penny would be lying next to me, stroking back my hair. It was the most perfect relationship, or so I thought. Penny saw me with another girl one after noon before a show. Okay I was the reason our relationship wasn't perfect... I wasn't the most faithful boyfriend. I couldn't say no! I'm a yes man! That was my argument when she asked me what i was doing. The whole kiss and make up thing was yet another routine of ours, and I was rather annoyed when it wasn't played out to it's entirety! An ultimatum was made instead of the kiss I was so used to! If I wasn't ready to publicly come out with Penny then she would no longer secretly be mine. It didn't make sense. I was keeping us a secret to keep her safe, but it was still annoying as hell. Who the fuck did I look like? Yah, her little ultimatum pissed me off. I sat in a field for what seem like only an hour, smoking and drinking, making injecting a few needles into my skin. It was definitely longer than an hour though, because I was an hour late to the show. Yah, everyone was pretty pissed off at me, but I'd finally made my decision! I was just going to propose to Penny on stage. It was going to be fucking awesome! I looked in the mirror before entering the stage. I looked like hell, but the show had to go on! At the beginning of it all, I come out on a twenty foot ladder, and perform the first tune. The scary part is climbing it, and then probably standing up there swaying. Yah, that part is kind of scary too. It's even scarier when you fall of that twenty foot ladder and in front of the drum set! That was how it all happened. Pretty pathetic, am I right? The reason I died is because I fell off a ladder, in front of a stadium full of people! Awkward... I'm still pretty touchy about the whole death thing. I'm still new to it. It only happened a month ago. For this past month I've kind of just been following Penny around. Since I couldn't be the right guy for her, it's my job to find her that perfect guy! I don't care how long it takes, or how difficult it is, it's my responsibility! I was the one who caused her so much pain, and I have to numb her of it. This might be a bit more difficult considering a more recent discovery... Penny's pregnant! With my baby... Which is great... for me, and her I suppose.... I don't really know... It will be harder to get her a guy, yes. But it will also weed out the crumb bums! And! If she decides to finally tell the world who the baby's father is... (me) than she'll have the sympathy of the world with her! laurel | sixteen | 3-4 years | detroit |
