until we close our eyes for good

[danielle abigale saft]

Famous, everybody wanna be famous
most people wanna just taste it

There was nothing better than those tour days where you could chill on the bus for hours. Well unless you were Dani. She had walked the town last night, taking in the sights around her and enjoy time to herself. Amazingly she had arrived at the bus at a rather late hour, no one could complain though since no one was awake. Dani had not bothered to change and just fell asleep in her clothes she had worn that day. She had a habit of doing that; wearing clothes two times in a row or picking up a shirt/pants she had yet to wash. Her brothers taught her how to inspect if it was wearable; you smell it. If it smelt fine and had no nasty stain on it, you could wear it. Although many have in fact tried to prove Dani wrong, she truly did not care. For her, clothes were just clothes and did not believe that "clothes made the man".

That was why she was skateboarding through the town in jeans, one of her brother's old shirts, a gray, short sleeved hoodie and vans with a beaning covering her blond hair. There had to be a pizza joint, it was not natural for a city to not have pizza. Dani loved pizza, if it were a boy she would skip on dating him and just marry him if she could. Pizza was the key to her heart...okay, not literally but take the kid to a good pizza joint with thick crust pizza and you had a good chance of having a second date. Her pizza craving was through the roof lately. There was something about being on the road that just made her want to live off of pizza. However, that was unhealthy and Dani did have a frame to maintain. Pizza with extra cheese, Italian sausage and mushrooms did sound fantastic, maybe with a tiny bit of olives too, light sauce though. The last thing she needed was a giant red stain on her pants' legs.

"For. The. Win." She said, stopping her skateboard in front of a lonely pizza joint. It was so empty, were people truly not in love with pizza? Fine, more for her than. The small girl picked up her skateboard and pushed the glass door open. Surely with so little people there it was a "seat your self" sort of deal. Dani looked around for a booth where she could plop her skateboard down. Usually she long boarded about places, but the bus didn't seem to have any safe place for it, and so her old skateboard would have to do. There was nothing special to it though, to her it was just fiberglass on wheels. There was no story behind it, just a kid who wanted a skateboard when she was ten. She had been playing guitar two more years longer than that, and now that seemed more
significant than any long board or skateboard could be.

She picked up a menu and began looking at the pizza ingredients. They did not have Italian Sausage, just hamburger--which was a completely different thing. "I'll take..." she started as a waitress came up to take her order, "One medium with extra cheese...light on the sauce, mushrooms, do you have anything close to Italian Sausage? If you have normal sausage I'll take that but if you don't than make it pepperoni, please. And...that orange milkshake thing sounds good. Oh! If you got french fries, I will take some of those too." So much for maintaining a figure, but hey, if Dani had to she'd go on a 4 mile hike before the show.

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NOTES:famous, errybody wanna be famous
LYRICS: Fame by B.o.b.

[ISABELLE NIKKI ZEN]

foood.food.food.

Her dark, flaming red hair could easily be distinguished in the crowds, as she wandered around aimlessly. Hungry? Oh yes yes yes. Apparenty she had gotten lost again. No surprise there. Her cerulean blues, bottomless as the ocean stared at the stores, as her long limbs were dragged forcefully. Her camera hung loosely around her neck. Donning a black top, as she walked on, aimlessly. Tripping on random sticks and stones. Oh well. That was how the girl is. Clumsy as a stag in water. Oh wait. Stags aren’t as clumsy. She’d give pretty much anything to be back in the bus, munching on cheezles or something cheesy. Right, so perhaps she was in a cheesy mood. Yeah sure, when wasn’t she in a cheesy mood? Her tummy rumbled, as she made a face. Like a lost child, she wandered off, the opposite direction of where the crew was headed. She licked her lips, humming a single tune, which was stuck in her head ever since she heard the song live. Oh well, as long as she keeps herself entertained. How long has it been since she had something to eat? Oh right. Five minutes ago. But candy doesn’t count as food! No wait, she did have a hotdog or two. Or maybe it was three. Shrugging, as she peered through the glass window of a video rental, she grinned.

hungry.hungry.

Her small acorn face, scrunched up, as she peered at the album on the front shelf. Audrey Hepburn. Oh for the love of god, the woman was a legend, with her voice and those plays. If only she was Audrey. Oh no. No. No. That won’t do. She’d rather snap pictures than be another Audrey. Oh alright, perhaps she wanted to be like Audrey. She could dress up like her. Halloween? Nah. Twisting the twin ponytail, as it curled around her index finger, she turned on the balls of her heels, her legs started moving in unison to her twirling her red locks. No matter how much she twirled them, it pops out straight once more. She’d like to have hair like goldilocks. Golden, blonde locks. And she could porridge all day long, breaking chairs. Alright. Perhaps not. She wouldn’t want to anger the bears. Cries. A child, crying. Was he lost? Uh oh. What now? “Um…” She tilted her head, as a woman came running towards the child. How she missed mommy and daddy. But they don’t care. They never did care. Instinctively, her fingers snapped the picture. silently. A far away dream. Right. Now to get food!

very.very.

Pizza? Mmm. Yumm. With loads and loads of cheese to go! Pushing through the doors, she blinked. Oh goody, lots of places to sit on. Her soft, playful gaze roamed around the area. The unfamiliarity wasn’t as frightening as the smell which called out to her. Ooh. Dani?

“DANIDANIDANIDANI!”

Wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s neck, squealing excitedly, as she clung tightly, she grinned widely. It’s a small world after all. Oh alright. Perhaps, they’ve seen each other a few days back. Or maybe a week back. Boy was she happy to share her cheese with someone. She grinned, letting go of the blonde as she started reciting at top speed, it was like a mantra of sorts only in Izzy’s version.

“ what are you doing here? izzy wants pizza too! Let’s eat pizza with lotsa lotsa lotsa cheese and get drunk with lotsa lotsa lotsa sodas!”

Beaming like a child on Christmas eve, she tugged on the other girl’s hand, like a toddler expecting presents from santa. Her cerulean eyes lit with glee, as her camera hang around her neck, threatening to topple anytime.

TAGGED; danibobani!eatseatseats!yumyum!
MUSIC; construction. eww
OUTFIT; fuzzy bear has slippers!
NOTES; addicted to a fine frenzy. hehe, avril lavigne reminds me of the song complicatedd! omgsh! so sorrryy i'm kinda museless today )= i'll do betteerr the next post!
CREDIT; CONTAGIOUS CHEMISTRY !, you me at six and SHIMMY

[danielle abigale saft]

Famous, everybody wanna be famous
most people wanna just taste it

Dani was quite sure she would be eating alone, and she was very sure that her pizza would be nothing like the pizza in her home town. She could not help that though, no one could top Spinnato's Pizzeria even if they wanted to. They knew true Pizza, of course the owner had moved there from Italy so that could be the only possible reason. Maybe Spinnato's would magically appear in some other town while on tour. Not L.A. though, L.A. was not a place for Spinnato's. The city was too high class and would only make Spinnato's seem like a cheesy place. Damn. Dani was more addicted to pizza than she was to any type of narcotic that existed. Maybe that was a good thing??

“DANIDANIDANIDANI!”

Dani gave a full hearted smile at the sound of Izzy. That girl was crazier than any brother she had in her life, and she had three. Dani firmly believed that her real little sister was still crazier than Izzy though. Emily was sixteen, in high school and was apparently a major geek, gotta love family. "Hey there Miss. Izzy," Dani said as she returned Izzy's hug. Izzy was one of the few people shorter than Dani, which she was fine with. It was a nice change from literally being looked down at.

"Oooh, yeah..." Dani started as Izzy went off about pizza, "I already ordered pizza, extra cheese, mushrooms and pepperoni. Now at any moment I will see if this here pizza joint is as good as it looks. Though I'm surprised at how empty it is, I mean really, who would dare ignore a pizza joint for lunch time? I bet it's all of those In-n-Out restaurants. Yeah sure, the greasy cheeseburgers may be good now, but just wait. One day all that grease is going to end up in their ass and getting into a car or booth at a restaurant is going to be one of the hardest things in their lives."

The waitress brought out Dani's orange milkshake looking thing which Dani took and instantly began slurping it up. "They didn't put the pizza in the oven right? Because if not, make it a large, we be eatin' more than expected." The waitress rolled her eyes and went back to work. Dani turned to Izzy, "And that, is how this beautiful restaurant will lose costumers. No one wants to be served by a bitch who doesn't want to work here. Like really, why would you take a job if you didn't want it?"

Dani firmly believed that if you didn't like the job you should just quit because all it meant was that you'd do a poor job at since you truly didn't care about it. That's why Dani liked being a musician. You had to like that career in order to handle all the traveling and playing live. Surely someone who had Izzy's job had to like that as well. Because Dani knew all too much that musicians could be major pains and babies. She had to stop and wonder if she ever came off as a pain to the crew of Heartvibe, hopefully not.

"You know what sounds good, besides Pizza?" Dani asked. "Hot wings. Those babies really can wake someone up. Of course if you get like hot and not mild. Mild's good for when you don't want to worry about your tongue becoming numb. Ever have wasabi? That stuff is wild." Oh hey. There were french fries in front of her, for the win. She reached over for a bottle of ketchup and saturated the french fries with it. Than, she proceeded to take four french fries at a time.

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NOTES:That'd be because she wrote Complicated =) your post made me smile though
LYRICS: Fame by B.o.b.

[ISABELLE NIKKI ZEN]

Her peach lips formed a pout at the words ‘Miss’. No. No. No. She doesn’t like formalities. “No more miss Izzy!”

[/i][/font] As her petite body was enveloped within a hug from the petite girl, she grinned once more. Her prowess in showing those pearly whites, was of course one of the only things which made her who she was. Her cerulean blue eyes lit up, as Dani started talking. She tilted her head slightly, fiddling with the camera buttons. Pizza. The joy of the world. Of course, of course. She just loved the cheese on the crust. That’s what made pizza, well… pizza afterall.She loves plucking off the meat and the pepperoni and the pineapples, oh and pretty much all the toppings. Just the cheese would do. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Nummeh.Even if it was impossible for everyone else, it could always be possible for her. If there was one thing the girl was good at, it was perseverance. Though she doesn’t like it, she just seems to follow with whatever suits. Torturing herself? Perhaps so, but still, she’s quite the young pushover. Oops. No. Perhaps she’s the one doing the pushing and persuading. But then again, she doesn’t like the drama-filled life where she’s surrounded by the zillion enemies. No.No. No more tv soap operas for Izzy.

mushyyshummushrooms?

“yummy yummy cheese!”[/i][/font] Her eyebrows creased slightly at the mention of in n’ out joints. Eeew. No burgers. They killed the animals to get the meat. Well, that’s the cons of vegetarian. “Oh! The poor animals they’re killing! Its horrible! Pizza rocks over yucky burger socks any time, that’s for sure!”[/i][/font] Gasping melodramatically, she frowned, continuing, “B-b-but Izzy doesn’t want grease up her ass! That will be yucky and very very disturbing.” She shuddered just at the thought. Random? Oh yes, dear Isabella Izzy, ever the arbitrary one. It’s a wonder how many could stand her. Her fingers clicked on a button at random, as a flash appeared. She giggled, peering at the outcome. Pretty picture. Another collection. Nice.

hurrcomesthewaitressalldeckedinblackandwhite.

“ooh, is that tomato juice?” Interesting orange gloop. She watched as Dani slurped it, exclaiming in a Dani-like manner. She smirked, poking her tongue out at the waitress. “That’s not very nice.”[/i][/font] she chided the waitress. She cringed slightly at the words Dani used. Oh sure, maybe she’s close to an age where it would be legal for her to drink, but even then, she would never be used to the fact that most just used dirty words aimlessly. She doesn’t like it. No. No. Not at all. Tolerate it? Of course. Sure. “maybe she had a bad hair day? or-or she lost someone she loved, like how Juliette lost Romeo. Do you think they met each other in Heaven?” She tapped her chin thoughtfully, shrugging, as she watched a group of skateboard dudes stroll past the pizza hub.

wings. hot. on sale.

“nah ah. not for izzy. i wonder if they have any tofu dogs here.” Wasabi? Awesome! It goes well with soy sauce and a lettuce and a piece of bread. Alright. Maybe it wasn’t the best combination, but still she’s lived in Japan half her life, and its quite a given thing when she’s mixing up asian with western. Especially wasabi ice-creams. “Izzy tried making wasabi ice cream once, and izzy couldn’t go to sleep then.” She frowned slightly, at the memory. “wanna try some? Izzy could make one for Dani.” Ooh, for the love of god. French fries. It has been quite a while since she was forcefully fed by her brother. She threw quite a tantrum for a few days. Even for Izzy, it might have been scary, with her wild red hair flaring and her baby blue eyes glimmering under the bright fluorescent lights. Oh alright, maybe it was really delicious. The best thing she ever tasted, but she just… can’t eat it. She can’t. Not after those weird jokes her brother had made.
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TAGGED; danibobani!eatseatseats!yumyum!
MUSIC; construction. eww
OUTFIT; fuzzy bear has slippers!
NOTES; hahaha! i soo know that. that was the only song i luffles from her older albums.
CREDIT; CONTAGIOUS CHEMISTRY !, you me at six and SHIMMY

[danielle abigale saft]

Famous, everybody wanna be famous
most people wanna just taste it

"Sorry Iz, looks I'll be spending free time for a new favorite nickname." She said, releasing her friend and going back to looking at the paper menu. It was rather amusing at how the pizza joint did not even go to the trouble of lamenting it. That was a bit of a stupid decision, Dani was sure that there were those teenagers around who felt the need to assert themselves by trashing other things. She wondered how many menus had been ripped in the last week by those kids and their boredom. Not only would they save money, they would not be killing so many trees for new menus.

Dani rather regretted ordering pizza with meat on it, just a bit. Vegetarians always made Dani feel that way, though she never expected them to lecture her on why eating animals was bad. To her, in technical terms she was just another animal eating an animal. So if a cheetah could get away with eating an antelope, why couldn't she get away with eating a cow? She did believe that the animal cruelty of it all was horrible though, she would not lie. "And that's why it's better to eat healthy and work out than to sit around living off of Hot Pockets, my dear." Hot Pockets were truly disgusting, could you even call the meat in them meat? It was more like heated and dyed band-aids than anything, and the cheese in them? Try chunky milk. Just the thought of holding a Hot Pocket made Dani shiver with disgust. She was sure that there was a Jim Gaffigan video about Hot Pockets on YouTube.

"Noo, it's more like an orange milkshake with a less than citrus-y taste...I'm going with Orange Vanilla Shake," Dani nodded. Dani shrugged off the waitress' rudeness. "Maybe..." She said answering Izzy's first two questions. The Romeo and Juliet question was an interesting topic for her since she had an interesting view on the infamous couple. "Uh...I kinda hope," she said. Though if they did go to Heaven she surely hoped that God gave the beat down on Romeo for causing Juliet so much misery in one day. Then she hoped that God gave Juliet a good talk about how she was just Romeo's rebound after that one chick...was she called Rose-something?? On the plus side, they did tie their families together, but Dani doubted that they truly loved each other.

"You should ask them Iz," Dani said as she handed the red head a paper menu. Dani ignored the boys who were walking by the Pizza Place. They seemed like the boys in her hometown, which she was avoiding. She ... no, no she didn't love Casa Grande. It was a run down, 90's horse country town in Arizona that would not be updated any time soon. Sure, they added a nicer movie theater than there had been, four years ago, but that was about it. "I would love you for twice as long as I already do if you made me Wasabi Ice Cream deary." She said, showing her pearly whites in a form of a smile.

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