- - Not falling Apart; tagged to Ember Ashford

[jess01]

Now I can’t walk, I can’t talk anymore

Since you walked out the door

It was a night of freedom for Eric. His little baby girl, Annabelle otherwise known as Belle, was with a close friend of Eric’s and the friend was a godparent of Belle. After he showered and got dressed into simple black and grays. He made sure he had his leather jacket and his cell phone and keys and of course his wallet. Life was going pretty fast lately especially with Belle growing up as fast she did. He swears that he can remember when he first held onto that tiny angel. He was so afraid that he was going to break her. But now however Eric is all about protecting her and making sure she has a life that she will never blame him for the bad things or even worse a life where she felt trapped and couldn’t do what she felt she had to do.

Walking out of his apartment in LA, he made sure the door was locked and began to call up numerous amounts of people to see what their plans were for the night. They all were planning on staying in or even worse they had dates. Eric has been single for a year now. He was married to a girl that he met in college and the short version is that she let celebrity glamour life get the best of her, which was really sad because she was the one that told Eric that he would end up swallowed in the club glamour life of Hollywood if he moved here. So far that hasn’t happened. He has managed to keep his priorities right and that went Belle, acting, himself, social life. Belle was really his life now. He knew that and he made sure that he kept it that way. Many people may not have known about Belle but he thought that was best so that way there would not be a lot of people who were trying to invade Belle’s life.

After a walk of twenty minutes or so, he walked up to the nightclub. He generally went to the one in Hollywood but he decided that he needed to explore the place a bit more. So a friend told him of this nightclub. He was about to walk to the end of the waiting line since even though he was an actor he was not known very well. But one of the bouncers stopped him and told him to go on through because they were fans of his from his youtube series he had been in about a murder mystery in a small coastal town. Eric gave the guy an autograph after he took a picture with the guy.

Walking into the club was like his own club in New York, it was dark and lights streaked the darkness. There was a faint tint to the colored lights around the place giving the club a look of fun and all of that jazz. Eric’s club was done in red and black. On some nights he changed the color but generally the club remained to stay the red colors. After looking around for a bit, he walked over to the bar and ordered a few shots of tequila and then had a glass of chilled whiskey. Normally he wouldn’t be drinking but he felt like a few drinks would be okay. After all it wasn’t like he was upset so nothing bad should happen.

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Tagged to:[/size][/color] Ember Ashford[/font]
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OC:[/size][/color] I hope you like it. I kept it short for you so you didn't have a novel to read.[/font]

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[tessa1]

TAKE A DEEP BREATH & TUCK THE WATER IN MY CHEST ,
& your songs remind me of swimming

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Ember shook her iPhone desperately, smacking it against her palm and desperately trying to make it start working again. Her phone had always been a bit shaky, and it was old – first generation, in fact. She had found no need to get a new phone, and she inwardly cursed herself for not being the brat she could have been and demanded a brand new phone from her dearest father. She thumped her phone wholeheartedly as she moaned at the fact that all her schedules, to-do lists and contacts were on the precious piece of technology that lay in the palm of her hand, completely, utterly and impossibly dead.

She stared desperately at the entrance of the nightclub, knowing full well that her friends had gone in without her and she was stuck by herself at the back of the line, without a way to contact them. After all, her dead phone was not much help. She tucked the useless thing into her purse and sighing, started looking around for somebody who looked even remotely likely to lend his or her phone to a desperate, complete stranger. She started approaching people who gave her strange looks and walked away, and she yelled at their backs, her thick British accent getting thicker as she got more frustrated.

Ember checked the time on her watch. It wasn't yet too late to get in without her friends, but she just hated to have to wait for so long. She sighed and joined the line, apping her foot against the concrete pavement impatiently. She started to watch the crowd go by and gasped in horror when she saw a blonde man sign an autograph for the bouncer who then let him in. She was furious at this unknown man for getting an easy pass and decided that if he could get in (she didn't even know who he was! He probably wasn't even famous) then so could she. She straightened her dress, put on a winning smile and ambled over to the bouncer.

'Hi!' she said brightly, her smile like a spotlight. The bouncer looked at her, completely unfazed. Ember's smile drooped a bit, but she picked it right back up within two seconds. 'I'm Ember Ashford.' she said, and the bouncer nodded as if it all made sense. He didn't budge. Ember's smile immediately dimmed, but she persisted. 'I'm a British child star. I've been in movies. Surely you know me?' She emphasized the word British, making her accent as pronounced as she could and batting her eyes at him. The bouncer looked momentarily confused, and it was at that moment that one of her party friends popped her head out of the door. 'Ember!' she squealed like a pig. 'You're here!'

[/color] Ember turned her dazzling smile on her, hustled past the bouncer and headed straight for the bar, letting her friend wander off into the crowd.

The club was packed with people, some of them being completely arseholed and some being hauled out of the doors by big burly bouncers. Most were just dancing like sluts and among those dancing provocatively, Ember saw at least three of her friends. She sighed. It was okay for them to be completely drunk, but she wasn't allowed to drink, or dance for that matter. She had been designated driver for the night and she had to be able to pass the breathalyzer test, not to mention she couldn't end up running off with some guy like the last time and ditch her friends. She eyed the bar, finding the bottles of alcohol behind it quite appealing, but she told herself to have some self-control and she sat down next to some guy who looked nothing like the other chavs that were frantically trying to pick a girl up.

She suddenly realized that it was the guy from before, who had gotten in without waiting in line. Ember gave his drink an envious look, then looked at the guy's face. No, he was not familiar at all. She would have recognized him if he had been in a movie or a telly show. Maybe he was in the music business? She folded her arms and shot the guy a look. 'So,'[/color] she purred in her London accent, 'You got in pretty quick. What do you do?'[/color][/color][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]---------------------------------------------------------------------
TAGGED !? ERIC DAWSON !?
NOTES !? it’s fine, I like novels xD !?
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LYRICS BY !? SWIMMING - FLORENCE + THE MACHINE !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS, BANNER TO WOWEEIT'SKAEX[/color][/b] !?[/size][/center]