CAMBELL, thomas parker

[tommy]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

THOMAS PARKER CAMBELL*

Hey. What’s up? I’m Thomas but you can call me Tommy. In fact I’d rather you called me that. I’m the official roadie for Back To The Dead. Basically I do all the unspecified jobs that nobody else does. I make sure that the show goes smooth and that the guys that are actually in the band are happy. It’s tough sometimes especially the part where I have to please the guys but umm I’m up for it.

So like what exactly do you want to know? Everything? Umm I don’t know about everything but I’ll try. So yeah obviously you know my name and what I do. So I guess the next thing would be to tell you how I ended up as the roadie. Well see my brother is the drummer. Yeah I guess you probably already know him, Jayden Cambell. Yeah I hate telling people that sometimes especially girls cause they always what to get with him. So anyways yeah Jayden is my older brother and basically he forced me to come. We haven’t really been apart since I was born. And after that the stuff that happened with our dad he’s kind of protective. And like if he were to go on tour without me I wouldn’t have any place to go. So yeah tour was pretty much my only option. It’s not a bad option if you ask me.

What happened with my dad? Umm Well you know how good girls like bad boys? Yeah that was my mom and dad. They met in high school. He was into drugs while she got straight A’s. It’s a shame if you ask me. But anyways, they got together and ended up getting married and then they had Jayden and things in their relationship started to get a little rocky. After I was born it got a lot worse since they had two little babies. Obviously I don’t remember all of this cause you know I was just born and all. But umm long story short my mom committed suicide when I was three. My dad started to drink and do drugs even heavier after that. And it kind of continued till I was fifteen. I was pretty much raised by my brother and we just happened to live with a man that wanted nothing to do with us. He used to go in these rants about how happy he and my mom were before we were born and how it was our fault that she killed herself. Being told that your mother killed herself because of you isn’t exactly the best feeling in the world. But umm yeah when I was fifteen my brother and I were taken away by the state. I’m not sure if Jayden told anybody what was going on at home or what cause I sure didn’t tell. I guess it’s doesn’t really matter how it happened. I’m just glad it did. I’m sure that I’m a better person now than I would have been if we’d have stayed in that house.

Honestly I’m not sure what kind of person I am. I don’t really like describing myself but I guess I will for you. I’m usually pretty quiet. But not like painfully quiet. Most of the time I only speak when spoken to. It’s partly due to the fact that I have social anxiety disorder. Basically, and a doctor told me, I have an unreasonable fear of social situations. It sucks cause working for a band make pretty much my entire life a social situation. For me it’s kind of like being plagued with permanent social awkwardness. And that’s the guy that’s always talked about or made fun of and I hate feeling like that but it’s like I always feel like that. I hate it and I’m glad that I have such an assertive brother. Cause he’s always got my back. The only down fall to that is that it’s kind of weird being twenty one and having your older brother stand up for you. I’m pretty sure no ones every gotten laid that way.

Just joking. I’m not into random hook ups. T hat’s more Jayden’s forte. I like the idea of being a relationship and romance and all that stuff. I guess that’s kind of odd for me seeing as how I’ve never been in a relationship…ever. I’ve always been either to young to find girls attractive, in a foster home, or touring. Yeah so there really much room for dating. Not that I could ever muster up the strength to even ask a girl out in the first place. But yeah you get me. It’s like social awkwardness strikes again. I think the only girls I’m comfortable enough to be around are the girls in the crew. Only cause I’ve spent the better part of two years getting to know them.

Wow. Sorry that was a really weird rant with equally as weird segways. What was I talking about? Oh yeah they kind of person that I am. I probably said this before but I really hate talking about myself. Cause I feel like I end up explaining myself or like all the thing that I do and don’t’ do and why I do or don’t do them. Like I know I’ve explained every little thing so far in extreme detail. So I’m gonna try and get though the rest of this with out doing that. Unless you want me to but I doubt that. But anyway, someone once told me that I was the complete opposite of my brother. I’m still trying to figure out if they were complimenting me or insulting my brother. At any rate I’m sure they were referring to my attitude and my disposition. I’m definitely not metal at all. Like, being in a band is metal. Getting into bar fights is metal. Sleeping with random chicks is metal. I am not metal. I’m obviously not in a band. The only reason I would go to a bar is to make sure that my brother doesn’t get arrested. And do I really look like I sleep around? I’m a short twenty one year old Mexican with an anxiety problem. Yeah definitely not metal.

I’m the best friend type of guy I think. Or like the guy who’s stuck in the friend zone. Your best friend’s star wars loving little brother. I wish I could have like a Miley Cyrus moment where I when from this shy guy to this in your face bad ass. To bad that isn’t ever going to happen. I’m pretty nerdy I think. I’ll play a video game until not even black coffee can keep my eyes open. I can tell you every line from Lord of the Rings, extended version, and Star Wars. My sense of humor is pretty good; I mean I make myself laugh. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or if it means that I’m just really lonely. Sometimes the humor is sarcastic. Not on purpose though, sometimes stuff just kind of comes out without me realizing what I just said. I’ve been told that I’m cute and sweet. Of course those were both said by girls who also use those words to describe other things such as puppies and unicorns. So I’m not sure where that puts me? At the same level as puppies and unicorns I guess. Bummer. I tried to be a bit more like my brother before but umm ass hole doesn’t look good on me. So I guess I’m sort of stuck with cute and sweet. This is like a major blow to me ego. No man wants to hear that.

I think I’m going to stop rambling now. So that’s me… or at least part of me.

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

Yo. I’m Faith. I’m 17 and I also play Jayden Cambell. Cool.

It hadn’t rained much in Rochester since he’d been here. Or at least not that Allister had really noticed. But for some reason he noticed it today. That was a sign that something was wrong with him. Allister wasn’t they type of guy that really cared about the weather. He’d made it a point recently not to go anywhere that he didn’t need to go. Dorm, class, cafeteria, maybe around the school to run the dogs. But having two restless dogs did tend to changes ones plans. Allister had been in the dorm room by himself for quite a while. Well not completely by himself. Zeke and Molly where there too. The tall boy wondered where his room mates where. Probably in class where he should have been. But Allister was a strong believer in taking personal days and personal days happened quite frequently. Mostly on mornings when he woke up trapped in thought. It's the kind of thing that happens when the only people you have to talk to have four legs and can't talk back. Yes, Allister talks to his dogs. Don't judge him. For some reason Allister looked at the clock above the door. Good lord it was almost noon and he still hadn’t taking the dogs outside. The eighteen year old pulled himself out of bed. This simple task made him feel like a ninety year old man because he been in bed all morning. He’d only been out of bed once and that was hours ago to pee and put on some jeans. Allister pulled on a shirt and grabbed his guitar and leashes for the dogs. Zeke and Molly where already at the door begging to be let out. He hallway was quiet in a creepy way so Allister didn’t bother putting either of the dogs on a least. He’d gotten in trouble before for not having them leashed inside the building. But nobody was around so he didn’t even bother. Outside the grass was damp and there were puddles on the concrete. It was hotter than hell so he knew that it’ wouldn’t be like this for long. Allister talked though the parking lot with his companions trailing behind him. There were a lot of cars at Brighton but his was the best looking. At least that’s what he thought.

Putting his car in park Allister flung open the door of his 1967 Ford Mustang. He reached in the passenger seat of his car to pull out his guitar. The heat was good for being outside. And that just how Allister intended on spending it, outside. He took a step out of the car with one hand he held his guitar and with the other he adjusted the sunglasses on his face. Than he pushed up his seat to let the dogs out. Allister took another step out of the way of the door and slammed it shut. Allister put leashes on his dogs. Sighing he made his way to a remote picnic table under a huge shade tree. He climbed up onto of the table, sat down, and rested his feet on the bench. Gently so not to scratch it he laid the guitar done on the tabletop beside him. Under the shade to the tree Allister pulled his glasses from his face onto his head. He felt old and stiff at the ripe age of eighteen. The massive amount of alcohol he consumed the night before called for one heck of a hang over and really didn’t help with the stiffness. Allister looked around at the crowded playground that seemed almost like a war zone for kids. How brutal. He began to notice the things around him. Small boys were playing a game of cowboys and Indians (or cops and robbers). They chased each other around and up and down the slide while little girls played in the sandbox. Their dolls in one hand and a brush in the other, combing out the tangles that seemed to keep coming. Mothers attending to babies whilst carrying on a conversation with the mother bested them. Mothers never stopped amazing Coop with their capabilities. Who could one person who was almost exactly like everyone else do everything when others could not. Allister saw a group of them laughing and carrying on. Some looked as if they’d rather be anywhere else but here. Fathers that looked like star high school football players and wrestlers now had to look after their kids while the game was on ESPN.

He decided to mind his own business and play a little. Carefully Allister picked up his precious guitar and started to play. The song was nothing special or extraordinary, just something that he made up. He started to hum the words softly to himself when it came time. Allister sat on top of the table for a long while. He just sat, smoked, watched, played, and nothing else. A few days before he’d been put on some new medications. New meds always made him feel sluggish and just all around crappy. The park slowly became deserted. Which meant that the swings were free. Allister climbed down form his spot on the picnic table and crawled over to the swing set. Which meant that the swings were free. Allister climbed down form his spot on the picnic table and crawled over to the swing set. At this point he just let the dogs run around with out keeping an eye on them. The sun was setting over the small park and Allister just sat on the swing. Not even swigging just sitting.

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