DALLAS, melody lyra

[Melody Dallas]

MELODY LYRA DALLAS



* and so I sit in wait and wonder, does anyone else feel like me? .

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS JULIET, AND I AM SIXTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT FIVE YEARS & I'M AN (ADVANCED ROLEPLAYER) AFTER ALL THIS TIME. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS ADMIT EDIT

[/color],[/b] melody lyra dallas
- - - - nicknames, mel, if you're close to me or just really lazy.
- - - - gender, female
- - - - age, twenty-one
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual
- - - - member group, band
- - - - band, containment; trumpet
- - - - play by, lara jade
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[/color],[/b] blue-grey
- - - - hair, dark brown
- - - - built, slender, tall
- - - - height, 5'9
- - - - fashion sense, edgy, punk, sexy. Studs, leather, belts, t-shirts, distressed jeans, chucks. You get the idea.
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music
trumpet
guitar
piano
saxophone
singing
The Bouncing Souls
tattoos
rain
eyeliner
the ocean
motorcycles
writing
composing
sunsets
nighttime
stars
- - - - loathes,
silence
pop songs
chewing gum
humiliation
lies
flowers
time
alarm clocks
waking up
news reporters
paparazzi
falling in love
daytime
sunrises
- - - - strengths,
composing&performing music
seducing men
reading people
- - - - weaknesses,
sympathy, love
knowing when to stop
walking in heels
- - - - dreams,
fronting her own ska/punk band

Mel's got the talent, she's got the attitude, she's got the know-how. She loves her band, sure, but they should have known from the start that this was a temporary deal; there are lots of trumpet players out there who could play the music, but there aren't lots of musicians out there like Mel. She could be famous, more than she is now, and she knows it. She's ready to take the country by storm once she puts a group behind her, something she can't do while stuck on this island...

- - - - fears,
falling in love
falling behind
forgetting who she is
- - - - overall personality,

I'm not like anyone you've ever met before. Or, at least, I'd like to think I'm not.

Probably what stands out most about me is that I'm confident, outgoing. Sure, occasionally it comes across as cocky, but in this business, sometimes you have to be. I like to have fun, and if it's with someone I hardly know, so what? I'm the girl at the club who's talking, dancing, and drinking with everyone. I'm opinionated and extroverted, and I don't do well with the shy wallflowers. Most of the time I either scare them off or they bore me to tears.

I'm honest. Blunt honest. Sometimes I offend people, because apparently the truth can be hard to take. I tell it like it is, because I've found that denial of the truth can lead to more complications than what you started out with. Sure, sometimes my honesty verges on rude, but I'm trying (and failing) to keep my mouth shut sometimes. Usually, however, I don't even realize the problem with what I'm saying until the other person is seriously offended.
Oh well, sucks to be them.

I'm intelligent, and I'm not afraid to use that against someone. I finished schooling with a perfect average and a 35 on my damn ACT, and I was kicked out of the house at 18 for deciding against college. I haven't talked to my parents since and I don't really miss them; joining the band was the greatest decision of my life. I don't think I'll ever go back to school, but I know I'd be fine if I had to, studying music. For now, though, I've got everything I need.

I'm pretty tough, but some people like to use the term "insensitive". I'm terrible at empathizing and I'm never very emotional, and I try to ignore others when they are. I've been in relationships before, but I never get very close to the guy, usually I'm just attracted to him and like to have fun. I can relate to people on a friendship level, and do open up to my friends, but on a romantic level I find it difficult, and admittedly a little frightening.

I'm not as cold as I come across, really. I'm a nice kid and I love to have fun, I'm not a bitch or a whore or whatever other adjectives you're coming up with in your brain; I'm just me. I smile a lot and I crack jokes, and a huge flirt even though I can't always tell. Sure, I make some enemies sometimes, but I'm not an in-your-face enemy; if I don't like you, I ignore you, simple as that. If I like you, I'll make fun of you, that goes the same way.

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[/color],[/b] los banos, ca
- - - - family,
sebastian dallas, brother, twenty-three, student at Oxford University in the UK
angela dallas, mother, forty-three, not on speaking terms
todd dallas, father, forty-five, not on speaking terms
- - - - overall history,

Melody was born to Angela and Todd Dallas on December eighth, nineteen eighty-eight. She was a small baby, born a few weeks premature, but she was determined to be healthy and sent home with her parents and two-year-old brother Sebastian soon after.

Mel had a boring childhood. She grew up in Los Banos, California, with an older brother for a best friend and a backyard full of sunshine. Her parents worked six-figure jobs but were never home, so Mel and Sebastian had learned to accept gifts in place of their parents.

Around the time Melody was eight, she spent lots of time sitting in front of the Steinway grand piano that sat in their living room, unplayed after so many years; beautiful and yet so out-of-tune. She learned to read music on her own and one of her parents took a notice of this.
"Mel, that sounds terrible," her mother exclaimed to her as Mel sat at the piano one day playing a simple piece.
"I know, mum, but I'm playing the notes written here," Melody said, shrugging and continuing to plink away at the keys.
"So you are.." her mother murmured, after careful observation. That day, her parents had the piano tuned and an instructor was hired. That was how the music started.

Since, she picked up many other instruments, including trumpet, saxophone, guitar, flute, and studied voice. She was a smart kid through high school, but one would never guess - she drove a Harley and had tattoos, listened to punk rock, wore loads of eye make-up and broke the bad boys' hearts. Nonetheless, she was accepted to Oxford just like her older brother. She wanted nothing to do with it, however, but didn't tell her parents until she found Containment.
They were looking for a horn player, and she was looking for a way out of Oxford.
"I'm in," she said, with a smile.
Later that day she was kicked out of her home, with only her instruments and a considerable bank account. Life on the road and in a small apartment in LA wasn't bad, though, and she was happy and making money. That was all she ever really wanted, anyway.

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A tall girl with dark hair was curled up in a large chair in her family's spacious living room, running her eyes over the books on the built-in mahogany shelves across the room. So many of these books she had read, random encyclopedia articles when she was young all the way to the classics more recently. There was a gorgeous black grand piano in one corner and behind it, a section of shelves containing page after page of sheet music for many different instruments. The girl ran her fingers through long, wavy strands of hair and shook her head, moving dark green eyes along the wine-red furniture to the large fireplace, with a painted portrait of her late grandfather above it. How pathetically corny, she thought to herself sarcastically. It's like a movie set of a rich person's home. And this room of the house was, but only this room - on the outside, the immense house was plain brick, sprawling and towering. On the inside, however, there were many rooms, differently themed. This one was classic, the kitchen and dining room modern, the den Japanese-themed, complete with floor pillows and bonsai plants. The other rooms, including guest and bedrooms, were themed variously. The girl had taken no part in her parent's insane planning. They had too much money, she thought.
"Ana, are you even listening to us?" Her mother's harsh voice cut through her thoughts and she glanced up, staring at her parents, who suddenly looked annoyed.
"Uhm, yes, mum, I was," Ana lied, folding her legs underneath her, indian-style. Her socks didn't even match, one pink and one black, something simple that managed to aggravate her parents even further.
"Then what were we discussing?" her mother snapped, folding her arms across her chest. Ana's mother was four years older than her father, but you'd never tell, what with the loads of collagen and botox the woman had injected into her body. She was fourty-nine, something rarely admitted, and looked about thirty-nine. Beauty is something most people can't afford, her mother always told her. It was the biggest load of bullshit Ana'd ever heard, but she had to hold her tongue. That's how it was in the Caine household.
"You were talking about something with the company," Ana answered with a guess, examining her short, unpolished fingernails. They were always discussing something about the company, also known as Deltaware, one of the leading computer hardware and software companies in the United States. Ana's mother, not her father, was the CEO and the brains behind the current company, which her father, Ana's grandfather, Gregory Caine, had founded in 1981.
"Yes, but what about the company?" Ana's father spoke this time, his voice calmer but still annoyed. He knew his only daughter didn't care for what he and her mother did for her - Ana never knew how lucky she was, he thought. But that's not Ana's opinion, as she stared on at her prissy, attractive, ramrod-postured parents. She didn't even see them every day, spending lonely summer days in the huge house, actually happy on the two days a week when the cleaning people came to make sure the house was in order, because at least it was someone to keep her company. And when she attended school, it was an expensive private catholic school in which none of the students wanted anything to do with her, only her material things. Her trust dwindled until she no longer trusted anyone, not her parents, not her 'friends', not a person. All thanks to her rich parents. Money came with consequences.
"You know what, I don't really care. I've never cared about your company, so what does this have to do with me?" she snapped, unfolding her legs and getting ready to walk away.
"Sit, because it has everything to do with you!" her father barked.
"We're merging with another company, and to more smoothly merge, you will be married to the head of the company's son within the next three months," her mother stated plainly, so openly that Ana wasn't even sure what she heard at first. It took her a moment.
"Married? MARRIED?" she shouted, standing now. "I can't be married, I'm only seventeen!"
"Well, he's only nineteen, and you'll be eighteen soon enough," her father said, stretching a comforting hand toward his daughter. Ana ducked away. "You can be married under eighteen with consent of the parents."
"But doesn't it first require consent of the child?" Ana mentioned, almost hysterically. I can't believe this is happening, she thought, I can't be married, it's insane...
"In three months you will be married. No question," her mother stated. And it was final. "They will be here with their son any minute now, so you'll be meeting him. Make yourself...presentable."
Ana climbed the large stairs in the foyer up to her room on the second floor, situating herself for the arrival of the boy she will be married to come three months from now.
Marriage, she thought, how is this fair? Did this even happen in 2009?

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[Josie Torres]

Accepted!
" Beautiful app! She looks like a very interesting character and I see great potential in her =] "