More than words could ever say One night will remind you How we went our separate ways When the lights go down in the city

My Angel Josh My homies The Diva - Ste - Keri - Jessica S. - B-Rok - Miss Branch

[31 Oct 2003|01:42pm] [ mood | hopeful ] *walks into my hotel room this bright, sunny day, drops of sweat building on my forehead, slowly trickling down my face as I reach for a towel, any nearby towel, and press it against my face, letting it soak up the sweat, letting it dry me. Once dry, I toss the towel into the hamper near the bathroom successfully, smiling a bit at my little acheivement before advancing further into the room. The room is empty, the room is dark, all you could see is a slight tinge of sunlight pouring into the room through the slits on the drapes. At the end of the sunlight, a dark, breathing figure could be seen; I approach it* Baby? *smiles as I hear the faint sound of snoring, as I see the slight smile on his face. I take his hand in mine, lean in and press my lips against his, my smile fading as I pull back and look at him, eyes watering just a slight bit, as if about to cry after the long reunion, my lips move and I'm but able to merely whisper* I missed you Josh, but I'm here. I'm here now. *holds his hand tighter, but loosening the grip in fear I might wake him up, in fear of causing him to step out of sweet dreamland, where he knows we've been together many times before into bitter reality, where we had been far from each other for a while. I slowly let go of his hand, stepping backwards and looking around to find another place to sit in, walks to a big egg-shaped rotating chair and sits myself there, looking back at you, hugging my knees and resting my chin on one of them, letting out a soft sigh, before singing in the faintest tone, quite inaudible to anything else but me* And you hold meI wanna be the face you see when you close your eyes, I wanna be the touch you need every single night, I wanna be your fantasy, and be your reality and everything between... I want you to need me like the air you breathe, I want you to feel me, in everything, I want you to see me in your every dream, the way that I taste you, feel you, breathe you, need you.. I want you to need me, need me like I need you *slowly closes my eyes, anticipating the moment I would wake up to see him standing there before me, my eyes looking straight into his, my lips to his, our hands colliding, our hearts beating as one once more. Remembering his voice in my head, I slowly, somewhat uneasilly fall to sleep, waiting to be awoken* Solo

A new beginning.. [12 Aug 2003|12:55am] *grabs my car-keys from a nearby table and sticks them in my pocket, looking back at the hotel room as slowly take a step through the door. I take another and another and finally I am out of the room in which the love of my life and my angel are in. I smile and close the door, quietly and gently so I don't wake them up from their peaceful dreams. After turning the knob a few times to make sure it's locked properly I turn around and start walking down the hall, into the elevator and out of it, down the hotel lobby and out onto the parking lot where I find my car and get in thanks to the car-key. I sit there, turning the car stereo on as it plays one of my all-time favorites* Oh, we're halfway there, Oh, livin' on a prayer, take my hand, we'll make it I swear, Oh, livin' on a prayer.. *I take a deep breath and slide in the key into the keyhole, turn it thus starting the car. I put my foot on the pedal and start driving, out of the parking lot and onto the big road ahead of me* Tonight's my night. Just by myself, out there to find out what I really am. Who I am. On some self-discovery trip, I guess. *takes a moment to not speak and just listen to the song, my hands tapping on the wheel as my eyes roam around the dark road alit by mere streetlamps and lights from the cars and nearby buildings. Stops at a red light and takes a deep breath, looking up at the stars through the glass reflecting my face* He smiled when he saw the gift. Ha. He said he liked it, that made me feel good. Not that he liked what I got him, I mean sure I'm happy that he did.. but just how happy he seemed, you know, that smile on his face, that look that shouted out he was happy did it. Knowing I gave him that much joy made me feel like.. 'wow, I did it. I made him happy'. That.. that's one of the best feelings ever. *jumps a little bit at the honk from the car behind of me, I look up at the now green light and start to drive once again, taking a deep breath and chuckling to myself* Damn, wake up, Carter.. *grins and continues driving, opening the window to my side of the door* So for now I continue my miniature journey. When I come back in the morning.. I'll be better than before. Refreshed. Yeah.. *belts out the chorus to the song while driving and smiling, enjoying myself* OOOOH, we're halfway there, OOO-OOOH livin' on prayer! Take my hand and we'll make it I swear, OOOOH! Livin' on a prayer! *drives down the road, further into the night, further from the city and to my destination, planning to return once the sun rises and all is bright once again* Solo

[08 Aug 2003|11:06am] [ mood | cheerful ] And so this is my baby's birthday. Hope he likes what I got him.. I'm gettin' ready to pick 'em up. *is in the bathroom, brushing my hair as the radio blasts bright and happy songs from the living room, perfectly audible from where I am right now as the volume is high. After brushing my hair I nod my head to a familiar tune as I now use the brush as a mic, I sing to my reflection like some goof which is what I consider myself* "Does he love me, I wanna know.. how can I tell if he loves me so.." *grins playfully as I bob my head merrilly to the song, my hips almost shaking rhytmically* Is it in his eyes? "Oh, no, you'll be deceived.." Is it in his eyes? "Oh no, he'll make believe.." *swings my hips from side to side with my free palm on my thigh a la Britney's Oops!...I Did It Again* "If you wanna know, if he loves you so it's in his kiss, that's where it is.." *laughs and drops the brush on a nearby rack as I walk out of the bathroom and into the living room shirtless, singing joyfully as the song continues. I jump up and down a bit, getting really into it as I find a shirt on my bed, I pick it up and slide it on, then walk over to the nearby table to pick up my car-keys and wallet* Is it in his face? "Oh no, that's just his charm.." In his warm embrace? "Oh no, that's just his arm, if you wanna know if he loves you so it's in his kiss.. that's where it is, oh yeah, it's in his kiss.." *stops singing and merely hums along to the rest of the song, grabs the stuff off of the table and sticks them into my pocket well, grinning wide as I walk to the stereo, pushing some buttons, setting it to shut off in ten minutes as I walk to the exit, nodding my head wildly, I suddenly freeze at my reflection on the mirror on the wall doing what I have been, I freeze and blink at myself. A few seconds pass and I manage to cough and run my fingers through my hair, fixin' the 'do* I'm cool, I'm good. Anyway, yeah, picking up the purchased goods. *advances to the door, opens it, walks through it and shuts it behind my back, making sure it's locked and goes off to my destination* 3 Went   Solo

Carter the modern Shakespeare? [05 Aug 2003|02:58pm] [ mood | loved ] *walks into living room area of the comfortable suite, over to a couch, taking a seat but jumps a bit when I notice something behind me. I look down at what has touched me, smile when I recognize it as my treasured notebook; where I write my deepest thoughts, my songs, anything that my mind thinks of. I pick it up and sit down, grabbing a clicky-type ball-point pen and clicking it a couple of times as my other hand opens up the notebook, coincidentally opening up the blank page right on the other side of my latest text work. I smile softly, visions of a certain angel in my head as I start writing down on it* Could it be angels live among us mortals on Earth? It is possible. Undenyingly possible. I can say this for sure as I see one each beautiful day. His eyes like emeralds, a light shade green that can sooth you, relax you deep inside your soul. Like doors to a parallel universe, they invite you further into them and imprison you in their beauty for what will seem like an eternity, yet at the same time like a mere second. Once released from the heavenly entrapment.. your eyes wonder down his face, lower.. past his little angelic nose and down to his lips. His lips are a slightly intensified shade of pastel pink, very soft in texture and so smooth. So seductive. The pair slowly form a smile and I find myself lost once again, only able to merely gaze at the marvel. The sight of the smile has this certain power over you. A power so strong and inexplainable. It weakens you inside yet gives you the strength all the while. They part as a voice from inside him echoes out, ringing in your ears even after he stops speaking. The voice as sweet as the strum of a harp, as a key on a classical piano, followed by a symphony of laughs expressing joy. The symphony urges you to look lower, past his beautiful chin, past his neck, and stops at his chest. Your hand reaches out, further from you and closer to him, and it presses itself against his skin, where underneath is a heart that beats. The heart that taught you how to love, the heart that made you feel like you mattered. The heart in which you believe you are inside, as he is in your own. At every thump of it, you feel a sudden ...rush fill you. At every beating it gradually pumps more tiny proportions of a certain feeling inside of you. A feeling of contentment, a feeling of joy, of warmth. *jumps slowly at the sound of the door opening, I look around and smile as Josh enters the room and suddenly I feel the happiest I could ever be, perfectly safe. I stand up from my seat, leaving the notebook on the couch, and walk over to him, a big cheesy grin on my face. He wraps his arms around me, and I mentally continue what I was writing* "His arms wrapped around me, providing me with warmth and releasing the chill. Protecting me, come what may. Letting me know that for as long as I breathe, for as long as my heart beats, this is where I belong. Right here. And I thank the lord for descending this angel from the heavens above." 6 Went   Solo

[02 Aug 2003|11:09pm] *yawns into my fist as I walk down the hotel lobby, smiling weakly at the desk clerk and greeting him a good evening. I stop in front of the elevator and push the "up" button, and stand there for a while, waiting for the thing to come down. I look around me, at the entire first floor of the building still alive and filled with people. I smile a bit to myself* This is so Manhattan. *turns around when I hear that ding from the elevator, I slowly frolic on inside the box when the doors open, and hum while pushing the button to my room, alone for the very first time today* So, yeah.. *stiffles a yawn as my hand pats on my pockets to check where the card-key to my room is* Three days ago we came down here.. Manhattan.. we film in Brooklyn at a later date. Right now, Manhattan, baby! *chuckles softly* Yeah, I love the place. Yesterday's filming was awesome, no hard stuff for right now, and today's filming was just as cool. *spreads my arms wide apart, stretching once positive of where the card-key is* Ah. Anyhow I was talkin' with my man Snow on the phone today, he's still in Toronto, we're buds now.. and he gave me a copy of his new album while I was down there and it's being released here next week. I should just buy a whole box to support the man. *laughs softly to myself as the doors slide open, permitting me to leave which I do, and start my journey down the hall and to my hotel room, my right hand in my pocket in search of the card-key among the dollar bills, receipts and tissue papers in it. Successfully finds it, walks up to my room and slides it through that slit on the door, the red light blinks, I growl and slide the card through it again as the green light now blinks. I pat the device on the door and turn the handle, entering the suite and shutting the door behind me. I walk into the living room area, slide out of my leather jacket and toss it onto the sofa, then walk into the bedroom, smiles when I see him lying there on the bed asleep with the kitten on his tummy just as asleep as him* These are moments I live for. These really are. 4 Went   Solo

[29 Jul 2003|12:08pm] [ mood | tired ] FINALLY! *collapses on a big, fluffy bed as I let out a tired sigh, my arms spread wide as the luggages at my feet too fall over. I look at the door to the temporary NY hotel room we're staying in, waiting for Josh to come in which he does eventually, exhausted from the trip. He immediately drops down onto the bed next to me and falls fast asleep, snoring. I grin* Brooklyn. Here we are. Switzerland was awesome, but.. *stiffles a yawn and turns around, laying on my stomach, my back facing up* ..now this is it, our life. I work, he does whatever he does. *chuckles softly to myself* I start filming on Friday, and I have several pre-filming meetings here and there. And I come home to this.. *bites lower lip and looks at the man next to me, fast asleep and loud* angel of mine. What better way to live? *gives him a kiss on the forehead, pulls back and runs my fingers through his hair and smiles before stiffling another yawn, closing my eyes* I'll send the gifts out later. *cuddles up to Josh and slowly dissolves away into dreamworld* 3 Went   Solo

[24 Jul 2003|11:57am] [ mood | content ] *pats some bits of snow off of my shoulder as I enter the warm, fire-lit cabin after a day of goofing around outside on this partly-cloudy, partly-sunny day up in the Swiss alps. I put the skis I had held in my hand down on the floor and sigh happilly, able to see my own breath. I walk over to the fireplace, biting my woolen mits off of my ice cold hands and dropping them as I make my way. I look around, finding myself alone in the cabin for now, as Josh continues working on the snowman we had both been working on right outside the cabin all morning in between skiing. I rub my hands together, placing them near the fire, warming them up* This is nice. It's real beautiful out here. Just us and nature.. and the comforts of this cabin here. It's awesome.. *shivers a bit and turns around to walk to the sofa, sits on it and pulls a blanket over me as I look at the calendar on the wall* We leave next.. Tuesday. For Brooklyn.. I'll be shooting another movie there on the first of August and need to get there a couple of days early to settle in and for meetings and stuff. *chuckles at myself* I'm like.. always on the move or something. First "The Hollow" and now.. soon to film "Blood On A Happy Face". Weird flick name, I know.. this one's an action/drama thing though. And the dude I play's named.. "Fazio". *laughs a little* Yeah, it's cool. For all you know I could be like the next DeNiro.. If no one's achieved that title yet. *licks my lips and turns around, cuddling up to a pillow under the warm blanket, looking at the door, waiting for the 'mister' to come back from playing outside. A smile on my face as I see him out through the window, laughing and jumping around, gathering little bits of pebbles to use as eyes for the snowman* Life can't get any better. I got.. like.. the perfect life. Perfect job, doing flicks and making music.. surrounded by the perfect people, my family and buds.. and now with the perfect life parter. For the rest of my life. Can this get any better? *smile widens more until I look like the Grinch.. except with like blond hair and all* I doubt it. I'm happiest right now. Hell yeah, I'm effin' happy. *chuckles and closes my eyes, drifting off to a small place where sweet visions are all I see. Visions almost as sweet as reality* 2 Went   Solo

[20 Jul 2003|01:42am] Toronto. Toronto, Canada. *nods as I look around at the studio, the same studio as Tommy Lee, the same studio I record in for my second solo album. I take a sip of hot coffee as I sigh and watch the people around roaming like ants* So the honeymoon will be done at a later date. Josh's out doing the Concert For The Children thing with 3 of his bandmates. And I'm back in Toronto until Josh's done, 'cause... well, Tommy got mad at me. *looks up at the man sitting a few chairs and tables away from me, shooting weird looks at me from time to time. I try to avoid it though but fail horribly. I sigh and shake my head when he looks away finally, and take another sip of coffee, smiling a few seconds later, thoughts in my head, looking at the ring on my finger* I don't know what to say, seriously. I'm lost as I search for words to define what I'm feeling. It's like.. I'm finally at the happiest point of my life. I'm.. damn, words seriously suck. Why do we need words anyway? *grins as I take another sip, sighing contentedly, feeling truly loved and comforted* It's amazing how one person can change your whole life, and how one day can change it too. I mean, in the years ahead of us there will be laughs, there will be tears.. there'll be day there'll be night.. but we'll get through it all, as one. "One heart" isn't the right term.. hearts can be broken. "One love" is more like it. Love can't be broken, by anybody, by time.. no. It's unbreakable. And it's for always. *stands up, puts the cup of coffee onto the little table in front of me, and walks out of the room, this time in a little state, in a daydream, therefore not minding the last look Tommy shoots at me. I make my way down the hall and look out each window I pass, smiling happilly as I see the landscapes* Few days from now, I'll see him and we'll have some time to ourselves, finally, as one. *grins and sings while walking.. or slightly-skipping down the hall* Solo

For Now And Forever [18 Jul 2003|10:43am] [ mood | loved ] It happened. We did it. *smiles softly and looks down at my hand, the silver ring on my ring finger. Sparkling as sunlight bounced off of it in ever direction* We did it! *looks around at the big, enormous bedroom as I make my way to the balcony, wearing one oversized Tshirt and a pair of boxers, my hair a beautiful blond mess. The summer morning breeze gently brushes against me, calming and soothing. The sound of California waves, the sound of birds chirping, the sounds of trees rustling as the wind too blows against them - all sounds I've heard before, but today, for the first time in my life, I listen to them differently. They sound more magical than before, just.. too beautiful for mere words to interpret* 17th July, 2003. A date to remember, for me. It all happened quick.. Howie was there at the chapel, cheering me on. Aaron gave me a call and handed the phone to my mom who gave me a lecture on neat-ness, how my shirt should be tucked in and how my tie should be at the perfect angle. We didn't get to invite much people.. there wasn't too much planning ahead. But you know what? I once heard this quote.. I find it very true. "Good things take time, but great things happen all at once". This is great. What I'm feelin', yeah baby, this here is.. awesome. *bites my lower lip as I take a deep breath and look around at the shape under the blanket on the bed, the shape of he who I spend my life with from now on. Tucked under there, all peaceful and calm. My smile widens at the sight of him. I then look at the full luggages and bags at the foot of the bed, a slight sigh escaping me* A little more packing.. and we're set to go. I'll let him lay there for now.. *shakes head, grinning* Sleepyhead. *I take a seat on the bench out on the balcony, finding a notebook next to me. THE notebook. I take the pen which lay on it, I open the notebook and flip through it until I find a blank page. I then take the pen and start writing on it.. on the very top of the page, in messy but read-able handwriting, I write it's title. Then I write the rest of it* ( For Now And Forever ) *takes a deep breath and grins, shutting the notebook as I hear sounds from the bedroom. I drop the pen on top of it and stand up, making my way back to him. To HIM* 27 Went   Solo

[14 Jul 2003|01:43pm] *yawns and walks out of a regular Mickey D's at the Illinois airport, carrying with me a bag filled with random food, lots of junk food included* So the show on Saturday night went well. Crazy fans, I tell you. Crazy. Gotta love 'em. *grins as I look around me as I make my way to Josh who sits by the luggages looking dead tired, my crew too busy to be paying attention* Poor baby. *sighs softly and looks up at the Crystal clear sky, its perfect shade of blue gently covered with a thin layer of fluffy white clouds* Beautiful, pretty day. *yells out at crew, waking Josh up from his adventures in dreamland* ALRIGHT, CHOW'S ON, COME GET IT. *drops the bags onto the ground and quickly plucks out two random burgers and runs from it as the crew people attack like hungry animals* Damn. *shakes head and walks to Josh, hands him his burger and sits next to him* Well, well. Flight's in one more hour, they leave for Toronto and we go to L.A. alone before goin' back to Canada. Very nice. Don't you th.. *looks at Josh, asleep once again using the burger as a pillow. Blinks* Alrighty then. 15 Went   Solo

[10 Jul 2003|04:10pm] [ mood | chipper ] *sits outside a nice Toronto Starbucks, sipping on my Frappucino while tucking my cell phone in my pocket after having called an Illinois hotel and booked a couple of rooms there for me and my crew* Toronto. Canada. I practically live here now. And damn it's too cold for a summer day. *shivers a tiny bit, looks around myself, the bright world surrounding me appearing dark through the shades I have on, sighs softly and folds my arms* But.. Illinois comes the 12th. And afterwards I get to go to L.A. once again. Fun. Fuckin' busy but fun. *grins at myself as I glance at the clock on top of a high tower-like building* This is.. so nothing like L.A. or Florida. But shit, I miss Florida. *smiles as a thought enters my head* Maybe I can take him there.. as a surpr.. hell yeah! *grins proudly and tosses my now-empty frappucino cup into a trash bin, sits up and walks away, down the canadian street, thinking happy thoughts, humming and singing subconciously* "..It was so long ago but it's all coming back to me, and you kiss me like this.. and you hold me like.." ..Okay I've been here way too long. 5 Went   Solo

I think to myself - what a wonderful world [07 Jul 2003|08:27pm] *sits on a chair in the small Toronto apartment we rented for now, cuddling Jasmine up in my arms and cooes her, soft Jazzy music playing in the background fitting perfectly with the calm, peaceful scenery me and the kitty see out the window; the city - buildings in which the lights in almost every room are lit, cars smoothly passing through every road there is in sight, people the size of period marks walking around. I press my cheek against the kitten as we both admire the view* Can't get any better than this, can it, Jaz? What's that? Daddy's off shopping again, baby. Wait 'til he gets back, you'll have your tuna and milk then. *hears the kitty's soft meow as the cd automatically changes and the stereo now plays a Walt Disney compilation cd, starting with the slow Pinochio song, Jasmine yawns and I giggle at her cuteness* You love this song, don't you? Yes you do. *gently sways with her in my arms, cradling the delicate thing, looks at the clock on top of the TV* Those pics from Ste's birthday should be picked up in an hour, Josh better get here before then. And tomorrow, back to work. But it's all worth it, I'm doing what I love, surrounded by those I love.. cuddling the only kitty cat I love in the world. *hugs Jasmine tight but not too tight, she purrs and rubs her cheek against me* Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you, cat. *sings along to the cd softly as I rock her to sleep* "When you wish upon a star, it makes no diff'rence who you are.." *smiles and hears the door open, turns around and sees Josh, rolls eyes playfully and grins then whispers* 'Bout time. Solo

[04 Jul 2003|03:04pm] [ mood | content ] *sits myself down on my bed, grabs the laptop next to me and opens it, starts the internet up, waits for the thing to load, goes to my journal and waits for it to load, starts typing when it does* ------------- 4th of July! Happy 4th of July for all Americans in here. And Happy Birthday to my man Ste as well, woo! And Happy Belated Birthday to Miss Branch. Hope you guys have/had a wonderful day. Now, I'm in L.A. right now, Josh and I got back from Toronto, Canada where I've been recording with Tommy for a while. The crew back in the studio let me slip off for today and half of tomorrow, so I'm gettin' some free time to myself. This'll be like one of those few fourth of July's I spend without my family. You know, I miss it at times.. my dad grillin' stuff in our backyard, sometimes he'd burn it and mom'll freak out, Aaron and Angel having some friends over for a few games of hoops, sometimes I'd join them. Then at nights we'd just drive over to the beach with one big blanket and cuddle up under it, all of us, and watch fireworks light up the evening sky. Each fireworks show would last like an hour and a half, and every year there was this old man that was there with his trolley, selling the best ice cream, popcorn and cotton candy I've ever had in all my life. Yeah, I do miss it. But hey, it can't keep happening every year, you know? This year is just as special, spending it with that special someone. And also it's Ste's birthday so it'll be fun buggin' the shit out of him. Ha! Yeah.. anyway, y'all have a good day, this is your friendly neighborhood Nickster signin' out. ---- *closes laptop and puts it back on the nightstand where I got it from, looks up at Josh, he asks if I'm ready, I smile and nod and reply* Yeah. *stands up and follows him out of the hotel room, shuts the door behind me, cuddles Jasmine as Josh carries her in his arms* I have a feelin' this'll be a real good day. 4 Went   Solo

[01 Jul 2003|11:04am] [ mood | loved ] *whistles, walks out of bedroom and onto balcony, sits down on bench, looks out at the view of the L.A. beach, notices notebook on coffee table, shrugs and picks it up and flips through it, smiles* *stops at a blank page, thinks to self for a second or two, shrugs once more, takes a pen out of my back pocket, twists its cap off and starts to write on the blank paper as a look of concentration takes over the smiley happy expression that was on my face* (  *finishes writing and rereads what I wrote*  ) *smiles, contented, writes something at the bottom of the page in big, curvy letters and says it as I write* "I love you Josh" *grins dreamilly, looks around at him in the bedroom eating a sandwich, he turns to me and smiles, his mouth covered in ketchup, I giggle* Waiting all my life.. for forever, with him.. is worth it. *shuts notebook, places it on the table in front of me, stands up and walks back into room to get ready for another recording at the studio with Tommy Lee* Solo

[01 Jul 2003|12:24am] *walks into hotel room, shuts door with foot behind me, walks slowly to the bed, collapses on it, mumbling against the blanket, my voice all muffled* Tired. Oh so fucking tired. *laughs weakly against the blanket, rolls over so I'm facing up, looks up at JC sleeping, smiles, cuddles up to him and falls asleep myself* 4 Went   Solo

[27 Jun 2003|10:27am] *grabs my guitar case, with the guitar inside, of course, wears it like a back-pack and picks up a skateboard lying around, looks at Josh and tells him I'll just go out for a while, heads out the hotel room door, walks down the hall, takes the stairs and walks out the hotel, looks around me and takes a deep breath* Ah, L.A. No recording for right now. That'll happen after lunch. I have the morning all free. *grins, breeze blowing through my hair, drops the board down onto the sidewalk ground, gets on it and kicks off with one foot, skates down the sidewalk, feeling good on this warm, gentle summer day* *stops when I reach the beach, gets off the board and picks it up, walks over to a bench right under a big tree which generously provides me with a nice, cool shade, looks around at the people enjoying themselves by swimming and all. Takes my guitar out of the case and starts playing it, grins and hums a song and starts singing, but quietly so not much people would hear me* "I'm falling even more in love with you, letting go of all I've held on to, I'm standing here until you make me move, I'm hanging by a moment here with you.." 9 Went   Solo

[26 Jun 2003|09:20pm] *walks down sidewalk quickly, carrying nothing but a bag of groceries, hair all messed up by the wind, thinks to self* Milk, sodas, ice cream.. yeah, that's all. *stops at the end of the sidewalk, looks up at the street light, sees the "Don't Walk" sign still alit, groans, looks both ways down the street and doesn't see any cars, shrugs* What the hell. *runs over to the other side anyway and down the sidewalk, enters hotel and walks through lobby, stops in front of elevator and pushes "up" button* What to do, what to do? Call Brian.. call Ste.. feed cat.. oh and call manager. I wonder if I'll have to do some more hosting at the Juniors.. it's kind of fun. Plus I think they like me more than say, the American Idol people like that Simon guy. Ha! *hears elevator bell ding, waits for doors to open and walks in, pushes button, watches doors close and feels the thing ascend* Solo

[21 Jun 2003|01:32pm] *walks into hotel room with a paperbag filled with things that make metalic noises, drops it onto the floor, thus causing the whole bag to cause more clingy noises, doesn't mind it and walks over to bed, plops down on it and sighs as if extremely tired* So I stop shooting this week. Poor dude I play gets killed off. Damn. I'll miss the cast, me and that Zegers kid have been having a blast shooting together. And now.. my character gets killed off and I leave the set. *shrugs and looks out at the window, my kitty cat meowing behind me and cuddling on a pillow* But on a brighter note, I start recording after I leave the show, which is good. Recording for my second solo album. I am excited about it, I mean, it'll have a rocker-like sound to it than the previous solo album of mine, so I'm wanting to see how all this goes. *nibbles on my lower lip as the kitty walks away from the pillow and jumps onto my lap, making herself comfy there, I cuddle her for a while then stare back out the window* I wonder how the boys are doing. Backstreet.. ten years ago we got together and ten years later, we're all in different places doing different things. This isn't the end of Backstreet.. I can't let us end, not this way. Not now. *sighs sadly and lies down on my bed, gently and slowly so not to cause inconvenience to little Jasmine who is now making herself comfy on my stomach, purring as she licks on her tiny little paws* *smiles a bit at her and looks around me, finds a note stuck to the closet with a thumbtack, squints eyes a bit and reads note out loud* "Babe, I've gone to the store to pick up stuff. Be back soon. Love, me" *examines the little hearts doodled right under the message, chuckles a bit and closes my eyes, drifts off into my own little dreamworld until my Prince Charming gets back from the store* Solo

[20 Jun 2003|01:48pm] *whistles as I look around, holding my can of soda, head bobbing to the music playing from the headphones I have on. stops the whistling, then hums lightly to the music as I walk rythmically down the sidewalk* L.A. Back in L.A. *squeals just a little bit, takes a sip of my soda, eyes roaming around and squinting at the sunlight* Hot in here. Anyway what time is.. *looks at my wrist at the watch, of course, to know what time it is, shrugs and continues walking* Thirty minutes. I meet Tommy Lee for album discussions in thirty minutes. And the studio I'm meeting him in is just four, five blocks from here. *nods to myself, stopping in front of a few lights with a small crowd of people waiting for the lights to change from "Don't Walk" to "Walk"* Now is there time for the Frackster to have his fun? *grins naughtilly as a ten-year old boy plotting some mischeivous trick towards his parents would* Yes, Frackster can have his fun. *turns up the volume on the cd walkman I have attached to my hip, causing the music and its oh-so-strong beats to burst out of my earphones, being pretty audible to people around me* Heh. *light changes to "Walk", people walk past me to the other side, I slowly shake my booty at the cars stopping, wiggle it around playfully, dancing my way to the other side of the street, some people laughing at my silly antics whilst some honk their horns at me. Grins and gets on the other side just in time for the light to go back to "Don't Walk"* This baby's still got it. *slaps my own ass gently and walks down the sidewalk rythmically, bobbing my head, happy no one stopped me for autographs* (AIM: xxKaosCarterxx) Solo

[13 Jun 2003|01:04pm] *walks into the living room, looks around at it, shrugs and walks over to the tv and puts a couple of dvd's on top of the thing one by one* Grease.. Grease 2.. aha, Catch Me If You Can! *grins and hits the "eject" button on the machine, takes disc out of dvd case, slips disc into machine, hits "play" and walks across the room and plops down on a sofa, letting out a loud, strong sigh* Busy day. Yep. I could use some Chasezing right now. *chuckles and grins when Jasmine jumps on my lap, I cuddle her and pet her while the movie starts* So the Illinois show was alright. Something else, but alright. Though over at the House of Blues or something, I had the best show I had in a while. Howie came to see me, yo, and so did Sisqo. The dragon man. *shakes head and sits up properly as the jazzy intro plays, still caressing the kitty on my lap with my left hand, reaches for a memo pad and pen with my right hand, writes a note to self:* "1. Call Josh and see what the man's up to. 2. Call Brian and see wh" *stops writing, furrows brows and tosses the pad and the pen back onto the table I got it from, reaches for my cell and dials Brian's number* ( *hears his answering message, raises eyebrow at the funny 'Please leave a message' song he has recorded in it, waits for the beep and leaves a message for him* ) *hangs up as soon as I finish the message, places the cell on top of the memo pad, turns face back to TV screen and watches film* ...Oh and seven PM tonight, back to set and film. Forget it and they'll hire DiCaprio for the part, Carter. Remember, seven. Right, seven. Solo

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