(OOC: Like most of my RPs this will take awhile to be complete. It will take several posts and hopefully I wont be overloaded on homework this week so I can post more during the week)

9/11/11 - 10:40 PM - Sheraton Hotel
A police officer stands outside a hotel room in the Denver, Colorado Sheraton hotel. The number in the door reads 218. Past the police officer and inside the room it was clean. It wasn't the trashed hotel room that might be expected from a rockstar. THe room had an eerie empty feeling. No one was speaking. The kitchen and bathroom areas of the hotel room were empty. There was a tour security guard sitting on one of the beds, and two more police officers in the corner. On the other bed sat Matt Collins. Their eyes and ears were both fixed on the TV.


A photo was being shown and a woman was speaking in a somber tone. "We are just receiving more news of this developing story from the entertainment industry. Billie Beckett the lead singer of the band Reported Failure was hospitalized about 30 minutes ago. He was found collapsed in his hotel room at 10 o'clock this evening. He has reportedly overdosed on lithium which is commonly used to treat bipolar disorder, a disorder that Beckett himself does not have. There is no word yet on his condition. We will keep you updated on more information as soon as we have it".

Matt looked around. He wanted to be at the hospital, but circumstances made that impossible. He glanced at the officers in the corner. Matt's yellow pill bottle was bagged up for evidence. He was shaking. He could barely handle the terrifying events that had unfolded over the past couple of days...

He tried not to think about any of it, but everything was overwhelming. He grabbed his phone and frantically dialed.
"Hey...," came the answer.
"Vin, what is going on down there?," responded Matt.
"Nothing new. No one will tell us how he is. We don't know anything more than you do. What about at the hotel. Has anything happened?".
"Nothing yet, and I sure hope it stays that way."
"So do I. Just the thought of losing anyone is tearing me to pieces".
Through the phone Vin Peters heard a silence. Then he heard shouting. There were some banging sounds. He swore he could hear gunshots. Then more commotion. Then the call ended...

OOC: Looking forward to this RP!

(OOC: More later this weekend. Hope you're all enjoying it)

12/11/08 - Seattle, Washington

The tour bus was slowing to a top outside of El Corazon in Seattle. Billie, Matt, Vin, and Adam all got out. They were massively excited. Finally they were out on a real tour. They read the words "Reported Failure" out loud from the sign on the front of the building. They carried their instruments inside the back enterance and nervously awaited the first gig of the tour.

It was 8:00 PM and Reported Failure had just begun their set. They felt slightly awkward. At every other gig they had ever played they would look out and half of the crowd would be people they had known for a long time. All of the faces were unfamiliar. In the front people were respectfully listening to Reported Failure and their bitter pop-punk angsty tunes. Behind the club was mostly empty. The headliner wouldn't be playing for quite awhile. People were walking around and paying little attention to the inexperienced band.

They were playing with high energy, and passion, and their songs weren't horrible either. Half of the people didn't seem to mind them. Billie suddenly saw a face in the crowd. Her eyes were a seductive brown color. She was staring attentively back at Billie. Suddenly he wasn't nervous about this gig anymore. He let loose as if he were old friends with everyone watching, and in some strange way he felt like he had known the people watching him for a long time. The gig went fantastically.

Afterwards Billie and the rest of Reported Failure headed to the merch table to sign CDs. Things were going very well. Their merch guy told them that they had already sold a lot of copies of their demos. They signed and talked to people while the next act started to play. Then Billie saw her. The brown eyed girl was coming to buy a CD. THey began talking.

Her name was Sarah. She bought a CD and Billie, Matt, Vin, and Adam all signed it. Billie and Sarah started by talking about music. Their conversation slowly evolved. They made their way to a table in the back of the club. Billie felt again as if he had known her for a long time. Eventually the headliner came on and finished. Sarah and Billie listened and talked from the back. They were missing a great show, but they didn't care.

As El Corazon closed they walked the streets. Seattle was dark and slightly eerie. It was a cold November night. Most places were closed. Sarah had driven out to the city with some friends. She got hold of them finally. It was after midnight. Having nowhere to go until morning, Billie went with.

The house he went to was a little bit small. Four of her friends plus Billie and Sarah piled inside. after phoning Vin so that his bandmates knew he wasn't dead, Billie returned to everyone else. They enjoyed conversation over a few beers. Billie was subjected to a certain degree of interrogation about Reported Failure, but he didn't mind. They all sat in semi-darkness for some time. Finally the time came, and Billie and Sarah climbed the stairs up to one of the house's bedrooms...

1/16/11 - Seattle Washington

Everything was different. Billie beckett saw the same city he had known for such a long time. What used to be home now seemed foreign and empty. He tried to think back at how everything he knew had gone wrong. From atop the rooftop he tried to think. What had happened? What path had led to this? Was he just doomed to this type of end? Or was it his own actions that had led to this tragic end of his story?

First there was his dysfunctional childhood and adolescents. His dad who tried to care about him only too late. His mother who expected his sister to raise him alone. Then there was his failed attempts at a happy relationship. He and Sarah had been together for a long time. Then last summer Billie remembered how it had all fallen apart.

They had lost balance. Functioning as a full time frontman for a band and keeping a relationship alive was too much at the time. Ironically after everything fell apart it caused Billie to leave Reported Failure and settle down. He had left to record his own album documenting the whole relationship. He told himself he was over it and believed he was. Then he had run into Sarah with the one year onld son that Billie didn't know and engagement ring on her finger. It was too much.

All of it for nothing. Billie had no purpose. He barely slept. He barely ate. An unemployed artist alone with his thoughts and demons. He say no way out. As he stood looking out at the city his condition remained the same. He was alone with his thoughts and his demons.

He twitched. He felt strange. He realized all of the sudden that his phone was ringing. It was an interuption. Billie wasn't sure if it was a good interuption or not. It wasn't a number he recognized. Billie didn't answer. But as he hung up he saw his phone background. It hadn't been changed in a long time. It was a picture of a massive sign. It was somewhere overseas. Billie couldn't remember where. Maybe England or Australia? He couldn't remember. "Tonight: Reported Failure and The Disarmed Tour" read the sign. Infront of it Billie, Matt, Vin and Adam were all making some sort of stupidly excited face.

Billie left the rooftop. He knew where he was going. The record store he went to wasn't the best in seattle, but it was the closest to where he was. He kept walking. He walked around to find all of his old favorites, and anything new that he had heard about. By the time he rached the R section he had quite a stack of CDs.

Here there were a couple of kids looking around. They could have been fifteen. They were talking quietly. "Reported Failure... It's a shame they broke up," said one of the kids. "They were alright. I guess they're singer had a breakdown or something. Let's go. There's nothing good in this section", said the other. Billie watched them leave not knowing what to think. He picked up the copy of Disarm that the kids had been handling. With a sigh he put it down and moved on.

After awhile Billie had a tremendous amount of CDs. THe sun was starting to set. He got out his wallet and went over to the counter to pay. He payed the clerk after chatting for about thirty seconds about one of his purchases. He heard the door open while he was paying. He went to leave and he dropped his bag. "Matt?", he said...

OOC: This is a great RP!