CHASE, tyson alexander

[tyson]

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

TYSON ALEXANDER CHASE *

Kay so my name is Tyson Alexander Chase. I like really like my last name cause it sounds like a first name. Funny. You can call me Ty … or Alex or Chase if you really want. You can pretty much call me whatever you want. I’m twenty-one and play bass in the band Intergalactic Confederation. Cool right. So umm where do I start? Oh I know.

The first thing you should know about me is that I live with ADD. For those of you who don’t already know, ADD means that I’m almost uncontrollably hyper. No matter what’s going on, I’m always cheerful and optimistic. I’m usually the person who would go up and hug some random person who looks depressed, just to make them feel better. I guess you could say that I’m one of the hardest people to offend; any comment directed toward me with unfriendly intentions is usually met with something along the lines of a joking “I know” or “yeah, so?” because of this and my overall friendliness, I think that it is hard to find a reason to really dislike me. According to my sister I’m the kind of person that everyone knows and just enjoys talking to. I’m also a very entertaining person, if I do say so myself, I like make jokes about how stupid or lame I or something like that.

Speaking of my sister, let me tell you about my family. Oh man my family…where do I begin. Well umm there’s my mom and dad and let me tell you, if you ever have the pleasure of meeting them you’ll understand why I am the way I am. haha. Those two are the modern day hippies you’ll ever meet. My parents like literally radiate peace, and love. They definitely tried to instill both of those in to all of us. And by all of us I mean me and my six brothers and sisters. Yep, that’s right I said six brothers and sisters. It’s kinda crazy. haha. But umm there’s Jude, Daniel, Ronan, Flower, Kelsey, Kyler, and Lane. I love those kids. In high school I didn’t have a tone of friends cause I really didn’t need anyone else. I know that makes me sound like a huge loser but its true. I love my family.

So I know that this is going to sound really stupid but umm I wrote a check list of things that I would talk to you about and my family wasn’t up there. But the good news it that the next thing that is on my list is music and my band so lets go there.

I think music is like religion…or anything else that people love. People love God, Buddha, or Allah because they need something to believe in. And music is the same way but for people who might not be deeply religious. Like myself. People believe in the things that musicians sing and play about. Who are we to deny someone our thoughts and feelings and experiences? If someone’s feeling the someway or going through the same thing and our music can help them out then I’ve done something amazing. I really hope that Intergalactic Confederation is doing that for someone. I really hope our music is speaking to people the way music really speaks to me. Ya know? And I think that because the five of us have vary different personalities that we have the ability to reach out to everybody on an emotional level. I think that it's important as musicians to give people something to believe in even it it's something like music and lyrics. I don't mean to sound cocky or anything but I think that we do a damn good job at that. haha.

Wow. That sounded really good. I sould like write speeches for the president or something like that.


My band. Holy crap do I love these kids. And I do mean kids cause I’m older than a lot of them. I like to hold that over their heads cause it’s funny. But anyways the four of them literally changed my life…and I love them for that. I mean really, what are the chances that we would strike up a conversation in detention and than become a band? That’s the kind of thing that happens in books and movie…not in real life. I think that we really compliment each other nicely. There are five different personalities and somehow we manage to get along. That is a very rare thing to find in my opinion. But I'm glad we found each other. haha.

I guess that last thing on my list is about where I cam from and stuff like that. Originally I was going to avoid that but I talked to other people that have already done this and they said that you would ask about it. So yeah.

Honestly there really isn’t a story behind me. I was born and raised in LA. Yeah I know my life was pretty boring. I guess the only two semi life changing thing that's ever happened to me was meeting my best friends and starting a band with them and when I was sixteen I got my girlfriend pregnant. She ended up moving to Florida when she was six months along and she lost the baby. That's pretty much the last time she would talk to me. I try not to think about it. I really wish my life before was just a tad bit more interesting. If I ever met a person like me I’d expect them to have some sort of extravagant and colorful life. Not me. But what can ya do I guess?

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. It’s Faith, you already know. I play Jaydan and Tommy. I have a bunch of thread written but I need a super fun charrie for them. So here’s my super fun charrie. =]

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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this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.