Post by madison on Jan 7, 2009 21:03:58 GMT -5
come as you are you're a superstar
MADISON RAY JONES[/color]
hey there! it's madison ray jones, or maddie,
broadcasting to you live for seventeen non
stop. btw, i was born on 08/12/1991. currently
i'm livin' it up as a counselor from hollywood. for now though, i'm signing off with an iLy.
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it's kind of obvious that i'm a light brown with a redish tint with these amazing electric blue eyes. as much as it's none of your b-i-buisness, i weigh [/b]100[/b]. i think that's pretty healthy for a 5'7" tall girl. if you look closely, you'll see that i have ears and belly button pierced. radtastic right? totally. people tend to tell me i look like miley cyrus and now that it's out there, i can totally see it.
nobody in the world's gonna bring us down
[/center][/color][/font]i like a lot of things but mostly
I have very low self confidence. I am always picking on my self and picking out my flaws and focusing on the bad things about my self rather then the good things. I get jealous of other girls because they are skinny and beautiful and when I look in the mirror an ugly monster stars back at me. I still keep this part of my personality a secret mostly. But if you are really paying attention to me or if I trust you enough then I might tell you. I don't really take compliments very good. Some one calls me pretty, I just smile but in the back of my head I convince my self that I am not. I just shut my mouth and go with the flow most of the time. Ive gotten a bit better at this though, Nate keeps helping me feel better about my self so my confidence is starting to level out to a normal point.
I some times have small spouts of depression. I just want to shut my self off from the world and be non existent or I lash out when I get a little bit mad. I have a class A temper. Some times I get mad when I don't get the things I want but mostly just because I was so used to getting everything I wanted back home. But under my multi layer emotional shell I am a really laid back and chill chick. It just takes some time to get used to the real me. Ive been feeling a bit diffrently lately though, a bit more free spirited and active after i found out what was wrong with me. Im just living life to its fullest and attempting to get threw the really bad days.
finding our voice while living our dreams
[/center][/color][/font]my mom, Tina Valentine, is a/n actress and only 36. my dad, Leo Valentine, is a/n Record Producer and only 43. i have 0 siblings and 4 pets. my life is terribley complicated so i'll let you figure it out for yourself. trust me, it'll be worth the read.
"I was born August 12 in Napa California. I was born into a small family, it was my father my mother and my older brother Charlie. We were the picture perfect Kodak family, Barbeque's and camp outs and every thing you could ever imagine. My parents met when they both worked at a restaurant, my father was the Main chef and my mother was the head Pastry Chef it was chemistry in the kitchen and the rest is history.
I grew up becoming very close to my dad. He was my solid rock that I could hide under when I was scared and stuff like that. My father taught me that the most important thing to do was to keep my feet on the ground no matter what happened to me in life, he also taught me how to sing and play every instrument that i play today. i really would be no where if it wasn't for my supportive family. They never made fun of my looks or put me down in any way.
My father had introduced me into the music world when i was 14 i started singing with him and i had done some minor parts in a few movies and some commercials but i never really got offered anything big. But when i turned 14 i got offered a job to be the lead in a TV show on Disney. No one expected the TV show to be as good as it was and i was doing an amazing Job. i also got signed to Hollywood records after her father cut her from his label, and had started recording my first CD.
After i got threw all the stress and drama of getting it recorded and doing some music video's i had all ready shot up on the chart of fame and by the time i was 15 i was going to all the red carpet premiers and i had a HUGE fan base. It was time for me to take a break from filming and go on tour. i had to leave my mom and brother behind so it was just me and my Father. I was looking foward to it but I was wondering how I was going to balance my diabetes at the same time. It wasent exactly the easiest thing but i managed.
But one day while we were on tour we got a call that my mother and brother had been in a car accident and neither of them lived. It tore me apart because my brother and my mother were like my best friends. I slipped into depression and my self confidence dropped because i felt horrible about it since i wouldn't let them come on tour. It didn't take long for my father to get remarried and it pissed me off. Me and my step mom did not get a long at all, in fact we totally hated each other. I actualy tried to kill her one day by pushing her down the stairs but it didnt really work all that well.
My father thought it would be a good idea to send me to go to Camp Rock. Infact I was actualy looking foward to going to camp like a normal teenager and attempting to lead a normal teenager life since I never really got to before. I was nervouse, I wasent exactly the best person at fitting in and making friends. Sure there were people that liked me but no one really liked me for my self. Except a special boy. Nate. I remebered him from when we went on tour together and we became inseperable. I had liked him from day one but he started dating Emma and we sort of drifted apart. I didnt like it but we quickly made up and were great friends again. I was really glad I didnt loose touch with him after camp because we toured again and actualy lived really close to each other.
I am starting to hate my fame, the pictures in the magazines and the comments are getting a bit bad, even if not all of them are horrible. I still let things get to me way to much and i take it into account what they all say. It only took 1 picture in a magazine to say I was looking a little chubby to make me 10 times more concerned about my weight. I was working really hard at keeping it down, no matter what it takes. Even if it was conflicting with my diabetes. I admit that I slipped into anorexia and it was a tough time, no one really knew what I was going threw but I got over it. It just sucked seeing the one guy that I was ever in love with dating some one that wasent even good for him. It was hard knowing that I would probably never be good enough for him and never be able to have love me like I loved him. It was tough. I never really got over that.
I was sort of excited to go back to Camp and teach kids what I knew. I was on my last tour before camp cause thats sort of how I liked to kick things off but once again it didnt go very well. I thought that I was just getting the flu but it got worse and it didnt go away. I went to the doctors and they drew a lot of blood and ran some tests. I just figured I was probably getting sick from being on the road or working to much because I had been putting a lot of stuff out during the year. It was a pretty busy year. A few days before returning to camp all my tests came back and I was hit with some pretty harsh news. The doctor told me that I had leukemia, I wasent expecting that at all. More importantly I was scared cause I didnt know if I was going to die or not. He said it was in its very early stages so with some treatment I should be good. He told me not to go to camp but I couldnt turn it down so I just drive out of town a few times a week to go to the hospital and do chemo. It makes me really sick and no one knows whats wrong with me, not even Nate. I dont want to tell any one so I keep it to my self. Im starting to live my life better and I am cherishing every moment. "
'cause we rock! we rock on!
[/center][/color][/font]so hey my name is callie and i'm 16 years old. i've been rping for 4 years. here i play no one. oh and here's my rp sample, just in case y'know.
Asphodel was only planning on being in Vegas for a day or 2. Long enough to look around and see some of the casino's and play at the House of Blue's. She had no clue how her new dad managed to set that up. Then again it paid to have a Hollywood director as your new adoptive father. Except he was never home, he wasn't even there to see her do her first performance in front of a lot of people. What was the use in doing something if the only people that cared about you weren't there? She did it, and she liked it. She figured he was just trying to fulfill some of her dreams before she died. Her dream was to become famous, she wanted to see her name in lights and on CD covers, she wanted to be every where and she wanted people to love her, something that never happened. She did the performance and it was amazing but she was starting to wonder if she could do more of those. Just that one took so much out of her and she had little to no energy to do anything. But she still had to walk back to the hotel by her self.
She appreciated what her dad was trying to do for her but the more she thought about it the more she knew it was pointless. Why bother getting into something when your just going to die in a few months from cancer any ways? She was going to milk this for all it was worth though. he had sent a few of his older friends with her and a small tour bus and they were going around playing mostly small shows, nothing big because she was just a small town girl, sort of like a myspace band, they aren't famous but they still tour. Thats what she was doing, small shows. She had a music myspace that got a lot of hits so lots of people would come to those shows but it wasn't close to the number of people she wanted to perform in front of. She wanted to perform in front of thousands and on TV, but she would settle for small venue's at the moment and let her online following build up. She figured thats how most famous bands started.
It was dark, the sun had set not to long ago and it was a cold night. She didn't bring a jacket, she was just in black skinny jeans, black high heel boots that went to her knees and a low cut black shirt with a thin long sleeve shirt over it. The hotel wasn't to far away and she figured that she would be safe if she stayed on the strip. But she got distracted. A muddy looking baby beagle puppy ran in front of her. The traffic was pretty heavy and she didn't want it to get hurt so she took off after it. She had a huge soft spot for animals and couldn't let it get hurt. Before long she looked up and noticed she was in an alley. She heard the puppy yelp and she saw these 3 bigger guys, she quickly ran up and picked the light puppy up in her arms and turned around not making eye contact with the guys. She should have just left the dog but she didn't want it to get hurt. She heard one of them shout something and it made her jump, she walked faster but noticed a guy block the exit of the alley way to where the strip was. She clutched the puppy tight to her chest and didn't care she was getting dirty from it.
Her breathing became shaky as they started to close in on her and she panicked. She didn't know self defense and she was really tired and weak just from running. She couldn't fight these guys off. "Hey little girl what are you doing all by your self." One of them asked and stroked her cheek and she quickly turned her head away and backed up against the wall. "Don't touch me." She spoke softly as another guy touched her side. Talk about feeling uncomfortable. She could feel the cold stone against her even colder pale skin and she was freezing, so was the dog. She held him closer to keep him warm, he was just a puppy, and she was just a teenage girl! She turned in an attempt to run but one of the guys grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her back and she swung a knee toward his groin. Why couldn't she scream, she felt like she had no voice and her throat was dry. She fell to the ground as a hard hand came down across her face and she winced, both as her shoulder collided hard with the cold ground so she wouldn't land on the puppy and when her nose started to bleed from getting hit. One of the guys got down to her level and attempted to grab her hands as another one worked at grabbing her feet. She started kicking and managed a fairly weak scream threw her tears as she kept the dog close and hoped that some one heard her. Would any one even care?
She appreciated what her dad was trying to do for her but the more she thought about it the more she knew it was pointless. Why bother getting into something when your just going to die in a few months from cancer any ways? She was going to milk this for all it was worth though. he had sent a few of his older friends with her and a small tour bus and they were going around playing mostly small shows, nothing big because she was just a small town girl, sort of like a myspace band, they aren't famous but they still tour. Thats what she was doing, small shows. She had a music myspace that got a lot of hits so lots of people would come to those shows but it wasn't close to the number of people she wanted to perform in front of. She wanted to perform in front of thousands and on TV, but she would settle for small venue's at the moment and let her online following build up. She figured thats how most famous bands started.
It was dark, the sun had set not to long ago and it was a cold night. She didn't bring a jacket, she was just in black skinny jeans, black high heel boots that went to her knees and a low cut black shirt with a thin long sleeve shirt over it. The hotel wasn't to far away and she figured that she would be safe if she stayed on the strip. But she got distracted. A muddy looking baby beagle puppy ran in front of her. The traffic was pretty heavy and she didn't want it to get hurt so she took off after it. She had a huge soft spot for animals and couldn't let it get hurt. Before long she looked up and noticed she was in an alley. She heard the puppy yelp and she saw these 3 bigger guys, she quickly ran up and picked the light puppy up in her arms and turned around not making eye contact with the guys. She should have just left the dog but she didn't want it to get hurt. She heard one of them shout something and it made her jump, she walked faster but noticed a guy block the exit of the alley way to where the strip was. She clutched the puppy tight to her chest and didn't care she was getting dirty from it.
Her breathing became shaky as they started to close in on her and she panicked. She didn't know self defense and she was really tired and weak just from running. She couldn't fight these guys off. "Hey little girl what are you doing all by your self." One of them asked and stroked her cheek and she quickly turned her head away and backed up against the wall. "Don't touch me." She spoke softly as another guy touched her side. Talk about feeling uncomfortable. She could feel the cold stone against her even colder pale skin and she was freezing, so was the dog. She held him closer to keep him warm, he was just a puppy, and she was just a teenage girl! She turned in an attempt to run but one of the guys grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her back and she swung a knee toward his groin. Why couldn't she scream, she felt like she had no voice and her throat was dry. She fell to the ground as a hard hand came down across her face and she winced, both as her shoulder collided hard with the cold ground so she wouldn't land on the puppy and when her nose started to bleed from getting hit. One of the guys got down to her level and attempted to grab her hands as another one worked at grabbing her feet. She started kicking and managed a fairly weak scream threw her tears as she kept the dog close and hoped that some one heard her. Would any one even care?
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