Post by JUSTIN MATTHEW PARKER on Nov 16, 2010 2:16:11 GMT -7
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FULL NAME: justin matthew parker
AGE: twenty
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: tennessee
CLASS STATUS: middle
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: musician
PLAY BY: nicholas jonas
[/size]"Justin was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee, for the most of his early life he spent it like a normal kid, both his parents helped on healing the world a little, his father being a police officer and his mother a nurse at the hospital. he had a good family supporting him when he was younger and two older brothers that looked out for him as much as they possibly could. but there was parts of his life that he would happily take back, they lived on a rough street with a lot of bad people and having a copper surrounding the enemy, meant there was a lot of people that wanted to hurt mr. parker for the things that he did for a living and stopping them from having the easy like of crime. he remembered watching one night out of his brother’s bedroom window at the front of the house, seeing these people circle the house and set it on fire. he watched until his father raced into the room and lifted him off the ground as smoke covered them both. he didn’t understand the hate some people had in their hearts to hurt such a good man, he was eight years old when this happened and since then, they never went back to Trenton and moved to London for a short while, the over seas to Spain before settling in new York on Justin’s thirteenth birthday.
This was when the dream of becoming a singer came to mind, he watched a street performing band doing there thing in the middle of new York city and he couldn’t take his eyes of them, he even walked over and asked them about their music and what influenced them to do the things they do. and they only replied with ‘you can change the world in the words you sing, write or speak. we don’t have the biggest homes, or flashiest cars but we do have a song in our heart.’ those words were printed on his first ever album, just randomly on the back cover and now in his recording studio the words were mounted on the wall, those words made him want to go out there and express his love to all the people in the world, write a song that made people feel better when there is no light in their life. to sing songs to the poor and be able to feel the connection between them, he was not a singer but just a person that sung for people. and that was when the dream came true, he wrote a lot anyway, poems and short stories as he didn’t feel as though he could express himself any other way. so he took most of the money that he had been saving for years and bought his first guitar and spent everyday playing on it, before, after and sometimes during school and sung sweet melodies along with them, until one day when he was sixteen years old, he got his first big break and this was when everything, just everything seemed to change.
His best friend’s mum had a small café but it was very popular and he was able to sing their in the evenings for a little bit more money, he was happy and could see people’s face light up when he was singing, all his songs were his own and he never sang someone else’s song, that was their stories and he wanted to express his own. but one day someone else was in the crowd, he was dressed in a smart suit and looked at him through his sharp glasses. that day was when he was signed to a new upcoming label that needed some new talent. since then he has been all over the world seeing things, singing to people that loved his music and won many awards for just being himself and only ever choosing to write and record his own songs. he sent a lot of his money back to his family, half of it was his and the other half theirs. he didn’t want all the money in the world he wanted his family to be happy, and did many events to raise money for the poor and weak in other countries. he was happy. but then only a couple of months ago when the press always wanted to see the bad in him, when the money began to mean more than the people he was singing too, Justin seemed to lose his way and resorted to drinking a large consumption of alcohol, he lost the light and he lost why he was singing in the first place. The press got what they wanted at the end of the day and he was just another washed up singer that could, and should be a lot more but he just doesn’t see it anymore."
We find Nicholas sitting on the edge of his hotel room bed as he took a glance at the clock to check the time, he hadn’t moved from this spot for a good half an hour and he knew exactly why, he was nervous. He had it all planned within his mind, he was going to act ice cool, walk casually past everyone without anyone noticing and then sneak through the back door of the cinema, slide next to Blake Bailey and watch her do her thing on the screen, he couldn’t wait, he actually couldn’t wait to see her again, it had only been a couple of days max since they last caught each other’s eyes, but that was too long for Nick, he wanted to hold Blake again, he had been leaving little gifts for her through out the last three weeks, since their first kiss, his first was a pink rose on her dressing room table, then the next was a box of chocolates on her chair, then after that he would just pull her out of sight from the public eye and kiss her on set, he liked the danger of them having to keep everything secret though at the same time he wanted to tell people, everyone, anyone.
He respected that Blake didn’t want everyone to know about them, it would just cause more drama when there was a lot going on in her life, and in his too, his book had been completed and sent off to editing, his movie was wrapping up and his popularity in the industry was growing, they were both too busy to put up with rumours and gossip going around about them on top of it. As he watched the clock tick by he wondered what Blake was doing, she should be in the limo, near the premiere and most likely crossing and un crossing her legs, twiddling her thumbs and preparing herself, he mentally was with her and he hoped she knew that before a friend of his that was giving him a lift entered the room, he thought it was best to get a high school friend that was now a small league basketball player and not that famous to take him round the back, so no one thought it was suspicious. He grinned before standing and giving himself a once over in the mirror before leaving the hotel room and headed towards the cinema to enjoy one hell of an evening with the one and only Miss Blake Bailey.
The drive was too long for Nick but maybe that was because as each second passed he got more nervous, could someone that you had only known a small amount of time have this effect on you? well Blake had it on Nick and he wasn’t used to being nervous. As his friend parked round the back of the cinema after most of the people had entered and done all their press shit he slipped out of the car and straight into the cinema, only just getting caught by one or maybe two camera, which was better than everyone knowing he was here. He sighed with relief as he joined the rest of the celebrities, before trying to find Blake, he took a glance outside and it seemed like the press still had their claws stuck into her as he saw her beautiful body standing firmly in front of many cameras, that famous smile pondering on her tender lips, he smiled as he watched her before ducking out of the way as she came through the door, he didn’t want to look like he was waiting for her, and he didn’t want the press getting a photo of him with her. As she nearly passed him he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to side, he wanted to kiss her, man he wanted to do more to her, he wanted to love her but he couldn’t do it now, not in front of people. Hello beautiful he grinned before spotting another camera and quickly ducked out of the way I guess I’ll see you in there he said before slipping off out of camera view and within moments he took his seat along with other people and awaited for Blake to join him.
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