"I was just walking in the streets with my best friend and I bumped into Jason Harris. Jason Harris. And…well, he liked me. We went out on a date, and out of the blue I suddenly had a celebrity boyfriend. But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Basically a famous actor falls in love with a normal person.
So I got the idea from this video, and if you watch it you might end up seeing what I was kinda thinking of (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdciI_tPSTE&feature=youtu.be)
may I?
(i don't recognise you
do you mind giving me a piece of your writing style?)
(Of course! I'll give you something impromptu.
Loops walked along the Boston road, looking into the hipster coffee shops. She needed inspiration, not a double shot espresso. She kicked pebbles into the street, sighing in dissapointment. She'd never get just the right song inspiration in this kind of town.
Suddenly, a low rumble echoed across the entire city. It blew back trees and wobbled a couple street poles that were on the older side of life. Loops looked up in awe. Much to her surprise (and anyone else's), the sky had literally just split open, leaving everyone staring at the blank expanse of space. Hipsters came out of their coffee shops, baristas peeked down windows, and Loops herself stumbled backwards, tripping on the pebbles she'd kicked herself.
That was more of a fantasy genre, but it's mostly the same style of writing in any genre.)
(ok so thats cool
if you give me a little while, ill get a template up
btw do you wanna be jason harris or the person he falls in love with)
(ill be the person he falls in love with - i need to go to bed but see you tomorrow)
Name:
Age: (20-22)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance: (detailed, no links unless described)
Style: (day-to-day clothing)
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Likes:
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Other:
Name: Jason Harris
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Jason has brown hair which occassionally has a few stray curls fall in front of his face. His eyes are a dark brown, and his skin is a pale tan. He always has a smile on his face, no matter what (https://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/8b717e1e4f6336cce0d77dd2a7ae8594d43a96a8/c=0-124-3188-1925/local/-/media/2017/07/02/USATODAY/USATODAY/636346179130876815-XXX-Tom.Holand.1924.jpg?width=3200&height=1680&fit=crop)
Style: Jason wears whatever he's comfortable in, and refuses a stylist. This typically consists of jeans, a t-shirt, a bomber jacket and either converse sneakers or timberland boots
Personality: Jason is goofy and kind. He's known for his dorkiness and always manages to make people laugh. He is sweet and funny and strives to make a difference for at least one person.
Likes: Acting, singing, his acting friends, his family, difficult roles
Dislikes: Hecklers, Gary Stu roles
Background: Jason always knew that he wanted to be an actor. From a young age, he fell in love with the actor Harrison Myers. He wanted to do the same thing and worked hard to achieve it. When he was 15, he got his first big role, and after that he skyrocketed.
Other:
Name: P.J Queensly
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance: P.J has very short, blonde hair, not unlike Spider-Gwen herself. You can see the tips of her hair are still a light blue from when she dyed them a while ago. Has a diamond face and bright gray-blue eyes, with icy fair skin and a small yet lean body shape.
Style: Likes to wear either (for chilly weather) cotton sweatshirts and leggings, converse also, or (for warmer weather) denim shorts, a band t-shirt, and either slides or the converse again. Wears like the same three things all the time, and most of them are faded or grungy.
Personality: Very romantic, but also very sarcastic. Wants to be kind but sometimes doesn't understand she's being hurtful. Likes to make weird jokes and can't keep a straight face, like, ever. Very good at cards I guess? Basically a meanie romantic with a cool sense of humor.
Likes: Music, (grunge bands especially), her friends, coffee, tea, candy, big cities, jokes, card games, love, food, sleep, art, songwriting
Dislikes: Ignorant people, caviar, nostalgic adults, fake people - basically a lot of people
Background: Grew up in big cities like Chicago, Indianapolis, and Boston, and her parents basically ignored her for her entire life. She now lives in a Chicago apartment where she makes money with her songs and art.
Other: Sings wayyyyyyyyyy too much.
(does P.J. stand for anything??????? so much mystery)
Jason came out from behind the curtains, and a cheer went up in the crowd. He was at a large cafe's late-night performance, and he'd dragged P.J. along. "Hey, everyone!" He yelled, smile on his face. He looked around, eyes making contact with hers.
(you'll find out later lolllz)
P.J grinned at him from in the audience, her hair bouncing slightly as she clapped.
"I just want to give support to my aunt, who if you're a regular you should all know as the owner. I guess I'm really just here to be goofy."
P.J laughed, shaking her head. The lights of the restaurant and the color of her shirt made her eyes pop an icy blue.
He spotted a guitar, and he grabbed it. "Many of you may know that I'm a singer on the side. I've been working on a new song, so I'm gonna give you guys a sneak peek."
P.J had already overheard him humming it to himself when it was quiet, but she didn't know the entire thing. She made herself cozy in her chair and flashed him a dazzling smile as he began.
"I can't write one song that's not about you
Can't drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?
I'm in Toronto and I got this view
But I might as well be in a hotel room, yeah
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm so consumed
Spending all my nights reading texts from you"
P.J's breath caught audibly. A smile crept across her face as she clapped just as hard - if not harder - than the rest of the cafe's guests. She let out a couple cheers, grinning brightly.
"Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance
I know that you're the feeling I'm missing
You know that I hate to admit it
But everything means nothing if I can't have you
I can't write one song that's not about you
Can't drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?
I can't write one song that's not about you
Can't drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?" It was obvious that the song was about P.J. But it was whether or not the people figured it out or not.
P.J pushed back her chair and stood, clapping enthusiastically, not knowing if the song was over yet or not. Either way, she loved it. She'd have to ask Jason who it was about later - even though she was pretty sure anyway. "Woo!" She shouted, grinning at him.
"I'm so sorry that my timing's off
But I can't move on if we're still gonna talk
Is it wrong for me to not want half?
I want all of you, all the strings attached
Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance
I know that you're the feeling I'm missing
You know that I hate to admit it
But everything means nothing if I can't have you"
P.J's eyes were glowing - cheesily, with love. Ever the romantic, she loved to think that Jason really had written this song about her. She'd have to check.
"I can't write one song that's not about you
Can't drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?
I can't write one song that's not about you
Can't drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?
I'm trying to move on, forget you, but I hold on
Everything means nothing, everything means nothing, babe
I'm trying to move on, forget you, but I hold on
Everything means nothing if I can't have you, no"
The other cafe guests were clapping now, as well, taking P.J's lead. They stood up and cheered enthusiastically, P.J's heart exploding with every word. It was cheesy and romantic, she knew, but she was also cheesy and romantic.
"I can't write one song that's not about you
Can't drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?
I can't write one song that's not about you
Can't drink without thinking about you
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?"
As the final chord rang out, everybody sprang out of their seats in a standing overture. P.J was the loudest, making sure he heard her whoops and shouts. She grinned blindingly at him, her features amplified.