Different Ends of the Spectrum

[Rhianna]

A celebrity x fan rolelay

 

[Rhianna]

Violet looked out the window that was located inside of a small, privately owned cafe. She watched as a squirrel hopped from tree to tree, trying to find a place to call its own. She giggled a little bit to herself, knowing just exactly how that squirrel must be feeling. Out of all things, she was sympathizing with a chipmunk wanna-be. The small framed girl shook her head, and then proceeding to take a small sip of her steaming hot coffee.


She had been coming to this place for years, and yet they still couldn't figure out what style coffee she liked. It kind of annoyed her to say the least. After returning her coffee back to its original spot, Violet noticed cameras suddenly appearing outside. "How strange." she muttered under her breath, trying not to sound like a crazy person to the guy who was seated next to her. She had to admit she was curious as to finding out what all the commotion about about, or better yet, who.

 

[Wishes]

"U-Uh." He stuttered as people were rushed to him, even some cameras. Paparazzi was one of the things he truly hates, and all he was trying to do was get to the cafe. "Can I get your autograph?" One girl asked and one cameraman started asking multiple questions at once. "Look, I know you guys want autographs and questions to be asked, but I really gotta be going!" He said quickly and pushed through the crowed quickly and rushed to the cafe, luckily he lost them. "Thank god." He said to himself at he reached the cafe. Mason opened the door, making a bell ring that was used to signal that a new customer was in the cafe. Hopefully he didn't get asked questioned or needing to get autographs, either.


Shoving his hands in his leather jacket, he stared at the menu board then talked to the cashier. "May I have a chocolate glazed donut with an espresso please?" He asked and the cashier nodded. "Coming right up." After a minute or so, the cashier gave him his food and he gave her the money. "Thanks." He said and sat a table behind the girl with red hair. He grabbed out his phone and started sipping his latte.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet watched the fans crowd around the cafe like a bunch of hungry zombies. It puzzled her to see how mindless people could become when they like a person of interest. Her attention focused to a teenage girl, around 16, crying with a pink notebook in her hand. Violet couldn't quite make out title, for it was smudged with tears. "Jesus Christ." she said, her tone sounding alarmed. She then let her eyes wander around the room, trying to find some indication that led to these people becoming so frantic.


She let her eyes move throughout the room until she was completely turned around. It was then that she spotted him, one of the most talked about celebrities on the planet. "Shit." she commented, moving a strand of red hair behind her ear. She looked at him up and down, hoping that she didn't sound like a complete freak.

 

[Wishes]

Mason stared down at his phone and food, nothing else. He took a bit out of his donut as she checked his texts. Luckily, no fans knew his phone number, so they couldn't spam him with any crazy text messages. He chuckled at what his friend sent him, but not too loudly. Jackson and Mason were close friends, and the whole media knew about it of course. He let out a breath and took another sip of his late. This cafe was his favorite, since it was private and usually only reserved to some people. He liked that, since paparazzi can't just come jumping right in. He continued to check his emails, twitter, facebook, and instagram.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet quietly turned around and went back to minding her own business. She didn't want to intrude on the man's life, after all, he was famous of course. So instead, she decided it would be best if she were to leave; making it less awkward for herself. The young woman got up out of her chair, grabbing her gray coat and hat. She prided herself on being prepared for an up-coming snowstorm. With that, the woman picked up her coffee from the table and proceeded to walk out the door. "Goodbye Violet!" a young man called out to her, sounding rather bored and un-entertained with this life. He was wiping down the counter-tops, making sure that they were the epitome of cleanliness. She felt almost sorry for him, keyword, almost. "Goodbye Tom." Violet responded in an equally melancholy fashion.

 

[Wishes]

He sighed and turned off his phone, finishing his latte and donut. The cafe was nice, but he had to get back home and talked to his boss. Mason got up from his seat and threw away the napkin he had and returned the cup he used for his latte. He grabbed a five dollar bill and handed it to the cashier. "Here's a tip." He said and smiled. Before the cashier could say anything he turned around and started heading towards the door. "Excuse me." He said calmly as he carefully walked past a girl, the same girl the he sat behind. Mason hurried walking home, since the weather was about to worsen, plus people might spot him and go all crazy like they did last time.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet watched the celebrity leave, her eyes widening in surprise. "I can't believe he actually talked to me." she commented under her breath, now opening the door to make an exit. A wide-spread grin appeared on her face just then, making her all giddy. The sudden urge to drink reared its ugly head in her mind, causing her smile to fade. Drinking her problems away seemed to be her way to escape for reality, it melted her problems away like a Popsicle stick in the sun. "I need to go buy some Whiskey." she said to herself once more, surely convincing at least one person that she was out of her mind. The red head then proceeded to make her way down 7th street to the liquor store where she had been buying alcohol from for a little more than a year.

 

[Wishes]

When he reached his house, well, sorta mansion, he opened the doors and walked inside. He put his leather jacket on a coat hanger and sat down on the white sofa, turning on his television in the process. "Lets see what's on the news, shall we?" He said to himself on turned on News Channel 5. It was the main news source he watched, the newspaper being the second, but he doesn't read it as much. Mason felt his phone ring and saw it was a call from his boss. "Ugh." He groaned and answered the call. "Hello?" "Yeah, I know that." "When?" "Where am I performing the concert exactly?" He spoke to his boss about a concert. Mason recently released a guitar/acoustic album, which is all just him playing the guitar. Since his fans loved it, his boss decided it was good to set up a concert of him playing something from the album. "Yeah okay, see you later." He hung up and set his phone aside, eyes locked on the screen. When he grabbed his laptop, he turned the power on and went to his twitter. 'Hey everyone! Having a concert of something from my guitar/acoustic album next month in Oregon! Tickets are available on my website, can't wait to see you all there.' , he posted that on every social media website he had, and then turned off his computer. Laying back on his sofa, he continued to watch the news.

 

[Rhianna]

After almost buying the enter liquor store, Violet found herself in her apartment listening to an AC/DC album. She was sprawled out on the floor, her dog, Bailey licking her legs while she was singing "Back in Black" at the top of her lungs. She was drunk, and she didn't care if her neighbors called the cops or not. Just as she was about to sing the chorus she heard a whistle come from her computer. "Ooh let's....see which one of my admirers wants my attention tonight." she slurred, looking at her brightly lit computer. To her surprise, it wasn't one of her imaginary fans; but a tweet from the celebrity she bumped into at the coffee shop earlier. As he read the message, she smiled to herself; knowing damn well that she was going to buy those tickets come hell or high water. "Well Bailey, it looks as if I am going to Oregon." she said happily, and then began to hi-cup. With that, Violet then blacked out on the desk that held her computer.

 

[Wishes]

All the sudden he heard a knock on the door and walked over to it. His phone vibrated and he checked, it was a text from his boss saying 'Let me in!'. He playfully rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Hey, Arnold." He said as his boss walked in, carrying his guitar case. "Mason,you need to start practicing for the concert, you know that right?" His manager raised an eyebrow as he looked at him. "Yeah, I know, so when are we leaving again?" "Three days before the concert will start, so make sure to pack your outfit for the concert." He said to Mason as he picked up his guitar and walked towards the stairs so he could bring it up to his room. When he delivered the guitar to his room, he ran back downstairs to his boss. "Anything else you need to tell me?" Mason asked his boss. "Oh yeah, it's your choice on what you want to pick as your choice for the concert." He nodded as his boss left his house. "Time to get back to the t.v." Mason said to himself as he threw himself on the sofa. Thoughts ran through his head, and he decided that he'd practice tomorrow.


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[Rhianna]

((Alrighty))


The snow fell lightly as the young woman slept peacefully in her bathtub with a half a bottle of Whiskey floating on top of the now ice cold water. She was shivering, unaware that the heat in her apartment had shut off during the middle of the night, rendering her frost bitten. To her delight, she was greeted by the howls of her dog. Irritated by this indication that he needed to be fed, she quickly turned in the bathtub, disturbing the still water that filled a little more than half of it. This action made what seemed like buckets of water spill onto the white tiled ground. The girl's face fell into the rocky water as well, causing the girl to wake up frustrated, naked, and wet. "Shit." she gurgled into the water, placing both shaky hands on the sides of the tub to pull herself up into a sitting position, mocking the movements of a newborn child. As a result, the Whiskey bottle toppled over the tub and onto the ground as well, forcing the woman to become angry. "Fuckin' great!" she announced, peering over to her dog who was sitting patiently outside of the bathroom door.

 

[Wishes]

"Looks like kids are eating laundry packets.." He spoke to himself as the lady on the news channel spoke about kids being sent to the hospital for eating laundry packets due to their color, making kids thinking its candy. Mason grabbed his phone and checked the time, it was currently 6:58pm. "Jee, the day went by fast." He said as he grabbed his phone and called dominos, because why not? "Can I have a white sauce pizza with mozerella cheese and beef?" "Thanks." Mason finished his order then grabbed the $15 dollars from his wallet so her could pay the man. When he came, Mason rushed to the window and accepted the pizza, then giving him the money. "Thanks!" He said and closed the door. Pizza, it was one of his favorite foods. Mason grabbed a plate and placed two slices on it, leaving the box on the kitchen counter. "Time to watch television until I pass out." He said and sat on the sofa, watching tv and eating pizza.