Goodbye my lover
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Chapter 1
I gigged slightly as my lover planted kisses all over my face. “Stop it, baby. We’ll have plenty of time to do that, but first, you need to keep your eyes on the road.” I pointed to where the red light used to be and now it’s green.
He pouted, but reluctantly got off of me and started to drive. I sighed. Life is good. Chester and I have been together for three months now. We’re almost done with our new album, which is supposed to be released by sometime this week, and we’re about to go on tour.
I was just about to turn on the radio when I heard Chester scream. I quickly turned to him and was about to ask what was wrong when I froze. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a SUV. A big, black SUV that is heading straight for us. I couldn't’t move. I couldn’t breathe. It happened all in slow motion. Chester gripped the steering wheel so tightly I thought it would break. He tried to turn a different way but it was no use. The SUV slammed into us like a ton of bricks.
My head was fuzzy as I tried to stand up but soon found out that I couldn’t. I looked around, trying to figure out what happened to me. The last thing I remembered was driving in the car with Chester and then hearing him scream.
I felt like a wave had hit me when the memory came crashing back to me. I whipped around, trying to find Chester and make sure that he’s alright. My breath caught in my throat when I saw a limp body lying on the side of the road; covered in blood.
My first instinct was to run to him and make sure that he was alright, but my body wouldn’t let me. It was like I had no control over my body. All I could do was stare at Chester’s bloody body in shock. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Endless amounts of questions were flooding my brain while I looked at Chester with tears in my eyes.
Finally, I could stare at him no longer and forced my frozen body to move towards him. To my horror, he had taken more damage then imaginable. His shirt was bloody from the neck down; his jeans had turned a shade of red from all the blood on them. His forehead had gash right above his eyebrow and a pole was lodged in his ribcage. I had never seen a sight so horrifying and I hope to never see it again.
I ignored the burning and twisting metal in the background and focused my attention on Chester. How could this happen? Why did this happen? I felt like I was in a protective bubble. I felt like I was protected from the outside world. But that bubble shattered when the car hit. It was almost too surreal to believe it. One minute I’m having the time of my life with the one that I love and the next I’m laying on hot pavement while watching the life ebb from my lover’s body.
Choking back a sob, I quietly spoke to him. “Chester?” my voice was so broken, so fragile, that I thought it was going to break at any moment. “I have to call for help.” I quickly got my phone out and was about to dial 911 when a hoarse voice stopped me.
“M-mike, no.”
I looked down to see Chester's eyes cracked open and staring at me with pain flowing in his eyes. “Chester! Oh my god, I thought I lost you!” Tears of joy ran down my face, knowing that he was awake and talking to me. He's going to be ok. I thought happily to myself, he has to be.
I then realized that I never called 911 because Chester woke up. I started dialing the number when Chester's voice stopped me.
“Don't do it.” he started coughing up blood.
“Chester, if I don't call for help then you'll die!”
“It's too late for me. Don't call.”
I stared at him in shock. Why did he not want to live? Didn't he want to spend the rest of his life with me? What about the band? What about his kids? “Chaz, why are you doing this? What about the band? Your hopes and dreams? Are you just going to throw that away?”
Chester looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “It's time for me to go. I can feel my life slipping away from me.”
I tried to hold back the avalanche of liquid that threatened to swallow me up but it came, crashing down and burying everything in it's path. "Chester you can't go. What about me?what about our future together?"
Chester coughed up a large amount of liquid before responding. "There is no future Mike. I want there to be one, so badly, but there isn't. Life is unfair."
"Yeah," I agreed while salt water dripped from my eyes. "Life is unfair."
Chester cringed in pain as he took a shaky breath in that could be his last. "Goodbye Mike." he whispered as his eyelids became too much to hold up any longer.
"No, please stay! You can't go Mike! I won't let you!" I wrapped my arms around Chester's body and insane as this sounds, try to hold his spirit inside of him. Of course I was doing nothing but probably making this much harder for him to breathe. But I had to try.
"Mike." The wind sang my name to me as I looked down and saw Chester's closed eyes. "No!" I cried out angrily, feeling Chester's icy wrists while hot liquid burned my eyes. "This can't be, it just can't." I sobbed out angrily, letting my emotions get the better of me as I shouted every cuss word imaginable. The last piece of hot water fell gracefully down my already soaked cheek and just as it was about to drop to the concrete below, a gust of wind caught the water like it was a feather and flicked it off my face. I knew that that was Chester, telling me to be strong.
I looked up at the sky with a smile on my face, knowing that he may be dead, but our love for each other will never die.
End
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
New story: I'd Do Anything
I'd do anything
Summary: Mike wants Chester, but Chester loves Talinda and doesn't want to be with him. So Mike writes a song to express his feelings for him. Songfic I'd do Anything by Simple Plan.
Chapter 1
Mike yawned as he ploped himself down in the black-leathered couch. Today has been an exhausting day in the studio; working on new material for the new record which hits stores in 09. Now in the relaxing area of the studio, Mike is just about within inches of dream land with the voice of an angel awakes him.
"Feeling tired?"
Mike glances up at the figure above him. Clad in a black leather shirt and tight jeans, Chester smiles down at him while his sunglasses reflect the burning light coming from outside. Mike stared at every little detail of his body and it hurt to know that he could never have his dream come true. Never fulfill his fantasy of holding him in his arms while trailing kisses down his creamy white neck.
“Oh, just a little.” Mike smiled faintly at angel that was in front of him, flapping his invisible wings teasingly at him. God how he wanted to rip off that tight shirt that showed his god-like abs and screw him right here and now. But he knew that Chester loved Talinda and would never leave her for anyone. “Well, I'm going home now. The hotness is making some rad food for me and the boys.” With that, Chester picked up his bag off the floor and walked out the door, leaving Mike to the deserted studio.
Mike banged his head on the back of the couch and groaned. Why did Talinda have to have him? Why didn't Chester want to be with him and be with her? Mike didn't understand that love could hurt so badly. But it did.
Absentmindedly, Mike grabbed a pen and paper and began to write. Writing was one of the releases for him when things got tough and he desperately needed to cram his thoughts on this white sheet.
After a few minutes, Mike looked at what he had so far and realized that he had a pretty good song on his hands. Well, it was a love song but still Mike thought that it was a masterpiece.
Walking over to the vocal booth, Mike got everything set up and then began to sing in the best voice that he could.
Once he was finished, he hit the “stop” button on the control and walked out and listened to his recording. It really wasn't half bad, for a person who doesn't sing all the time.
Mike looked towards the door as the heard footsteps approaching the studio. Quickly writing something down, Mike grabbed his bag and walked out the door as soon as Chester came back in. "I forgot something in the studio."
Mike nodded. "Make sure you lock up when you're done."
Chester nodded. "Don't I always?" He laughed as he walked back in and went into the soundcheck room where Mike had been moments ago. Grabbing his guitar that laid on the floor, Chester was about to leave when a piece of paper caught his eye. Getting closer, Chester was able to make out some words. "This is how I feel about you, Chaz. You can do whatever you want to after reading this but I can't keep this bottled up inside forever. - Mike"
Another day is going by
I'm thinking about you all the time
But you're out there
And I'm here waiting
And I wrote this letter in my head
Cuz so many things were left unsaid
But now you're gone
And I can't think straight
This could be the one last chance
To make you understand
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cuz I know
I won't forget you
Together we broke all the rules
Dreaming of dropping out of school
And leave this place
To never come back
So now maybe after all these years
If you miss me have no fear
I'll be here
I'll be waiting
This could be the one last chance to make you understand
And I just can't let you leave me once again
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cuz I know
I won't forget you
I close my eyes
And all I see is you
I close my eyes
I try to sleep
I can't forget you
Nanana
And I'd do anything for you
Nanana
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cuz I know
I won't forget you
I'd do anything
To fall asleep with you
I'd do anything
There's nothing I won't do
I'd do anything
To fall asleep with you
I'd do anything
Cuz I know
I won't forget you
The paper created a massive explodsion as it hit the table and Chester was the only one who heard. A voice from behind broke Chester out of his trance. "So, I see you found the paper."
Chester turned around so he was facing Mike. "Mike, I, I don't know what to say."
"Say that you love me."
Chester groaned as he put his head into his hands and then looked uo. "Mike, I can't. I have a wife and 4 kids. I can't leave them."
Mike scoffed. "Who cares about them? Your wife isn't faithful and you know she's been cheating on you. Heck, she's probably screwing some guy right now."
"Shut up!" yelled Chester fiercely as he glared daggers. "Talinda would never cheat on me!"
"That's what you think."
Chester squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to accept the truth. He knew all too well that she cheated on him. Every night he came home she would always smell like colonge from different men. He just choose to ignore it and act like it wasn't there. Maybe, she would stop. But she never did and continued to do it. "You know as well as I do that she lies, cheats, and maybe even steals. You're better off without her."
"But Mike, I'm not gay."
"How do you know that? Have you ever stuck your tounge down a man's throat before?"
"No, but I-" Chester's protests were cut off by Mike's pink appenaddage slitering down Chester's throat. Chester tried to pull away but found him caught in the mecca of pleasure. Unable to refuse any longer, Chester twisted his hands into the massive black-spiked mountain and hungerliy devoured the entrance. Mike slammed his mouth into Chester, causing a massive explodsion of pleasure to course through their bodies like spreading wildfire. Mike pulled away and grinned like a kid opening his presents on Chirstmas when he saw the devasted look on Chester's face. "Now do you know who you belong to?"
A animal growl rippled through Chester's body as he lunged for the pink entrance. "Shut up and kiss me." His lips met the mark and soon they were both dancing on cloud nine, neither one willing to let up to put oxygen in their starved lungs. Not breaking away from the lust-filled kiss, they managed to find the red couch and collaspe heavily like a meteor speeding towards earth. Chester and Mike both stared into the honey depths of their reflection as their eyes seethed with overflowing love.
Looks like Mike's fansty came true after all.
End
Hope you guys liked it n hope everyone had a merry Chirstmas! Happy holidays!!
Summary: Mike wants Chester, but Chester loves Talinda and doesn't want to be with him. So Mike writes a song to express his feelings for him. Songfic I'd do Anything by Simple Plan.
Chapter 1
Mike yawned as he ploped himself down in the black-leathered couch. Today has been an exhausting day in the studio; working on new material for the new record which hits stores in 09. Now in the relaxing area of the studio, Mike is just about within inches of dream land with the voice of an angel awakes him.
"Feeling tired?"
Mike glances up at the figure above him. Clad in a black leather shirt and tight jeans, Chester smiles down at him while his sunglasses reflect the burning light coming from outside. Mike stared at every little detail of his body and it hurt to know that he could never have his dream come true. Never fulfill his fantasy of holding him in his arms while trailing kisses down his creamy white neck.
“Oh, just a little.” Mike smiled faintly at angel that was in front of him, flapping his invisible wings teasingly at him. God how he wanted to rip off that tight shirt that showed his god-like abs and screw him right here and now. But he knew that Chester loved Talinda and would never leave her for anyone. “Well, I'm going home now. The hotness is making some rad food for me and the boys.” With that, Chester picked up his bag off the floor and walked out the door, leaving Mike to the deserted studio.
Mike banged his head on the back of the couch and groaned. Why did Talinda have to have him? Why didn't Chester want to be with him and be with her? Mike didn't understand that love could hurt so badly. But it did.
Absentmindedly, Mike grabbed a pen and paper and began to write. Writing was one of the releases for him when things got tough and he desperately needed to cram his thoughts on this white sheet.
After a few minutes, Mike looked at what he had so far and realized that he had a pretty good song on his hands. Well, it was a love song but still Mike thought that it was a masterpiece.
Walking over to the vocal booth, Mike got everything set up and then began to sing in the best voice that he could.
Once he was finished, he hit the “stop” button on the control and walked out and listened to his recording. It really wasn't half bad, for a person who doesn't sing all the time.
Mike looked towards the door as the heard footsteps approaching the studio. Quickly writing something down, Mike grabbed his bag and walked out the door as soon as Chester came back in. "I forgot something in the studio."
Mike nodded. "Make sure you lock up when you're done."
Chester nodded. "Don't I always?" He laughed as he walked back in and went into the soundcheck room where Mike had been moments ago. Grabbing his guitar that laid on the floor, Chester was about to leave when a piece of paper caught his eye. Getting closer, Chester was able to make out some words. "This is how I feel about you, Chaz. You can do whatever you want to after reading this but I can't keep this bottled up inside forever. - Mike"
Another day is going by
I'm thinking about you all the time
But you're out there
And I'm here waiting
And I wrote this letter in my head
Cuz so many things were left unsaid
But now you're gone
And I can't think straight
This could be the one last chance
To make you understand
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cuz I know
I won't forget you
Together we broke all the rules
Dreaming of dropping out of school
And leave this place
To never come back
So now maybe after all these years
If you miss me have no fear
I'll be here
I'll be waiting
This could be the one last chance to make you understand
And I just can't let you leave me once again
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cuz I know
I won't forget you
I close my eyes
And all I see is you
I close my eyes
I try to sleep
I can't forget you
Nanana
And I'd do anything for you
Nanana
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cuz I know
I won't forget you
I'd do anything
To fall asleep with you
I'd do anything
There's nothing I won't do
I'd do anything
To fall asleep with you
I'd do anything
Cuz I know
I won't forget you
The paper created a massive explodsion as it hit the table and Chester was the only one who heard. A voice from behind broke Chester out of his trance. "So, I see you found the paper."
Chester turned around so he was facing Mike. "Mike, I, I don't know what to say."
"Say that you love me."
Chester groaned as he put his head into his hands and then looked uo. "Mike, I can't. I have a wife and 4 kids. I can't leave them."
Mike scoffed. "Who cares about them? Your wife isn't faithful and you know she's been cheating on you. Heck, she's probably screwing some guy right now."
"Shut up!" yelled Chester fiercely as he glared daggers. "Talinda would never cheat on me!"
"That's what you think."
Chester squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to accept the truth. He knew all too well that she cheated on him. Every night he came home she would always smell like colonge from different men. He just choose to ignore it and act like it wasn't there. Maybe, she would stop. But she never did and continued to do it. "You know as well as I do that she lies, cheats, and maybe even steals. You're better off without her."
"But Mike, I'm not gay."
"How do you know that? Have you ever stuck your tounge down a man's throat before?"
"No, but I-" Chester's protests were cut off by Mike's pink appenaddage slitering down Chester's throat. Chester tried to pull away but found him caught in the mecca of pleasure. Unable to refuse any longer, Chester twisted his hands into the massive black-spiked mountain and hungerliy devoured the entrance. Mike slammed his mouth into Chester, causing a massive explodsion of pleasure to course through their bodies like spreading wildfire. Mike pulled away and grinned like a kid opening his presents on Chirstmas when he saw the devasted look on Chester's face. "Now do you know who you belong to?"
A animal growl rippled through Chester's body as he lunged for the pink entrance. "Shut up and kiss me." His lips met the mark and soon they were both dancing on cloud nine, neither one willing to let up to put oxygen in their starved lungs. Not breaking away from the lust-filled kiss, they managed to find the red couch and collaspe heavily like a meteor speeding towards earth. Chester and Mike both stared into the honey depths of their reflection as their eyes seethed with overflowing love.
Looks like Mike's fansty came true after all.
End
Hope you guys liked it n hope everyone had a merry Chirstmas! Happy holidays!!
Friday, December 25, 2009
New story: My Savior
Chapter 1
Michelle cried softly as another punch was thrown her way. “Please, stop. I’m sorry for not listening to you. Just please stop.”
The attacker smirked down at her pathetic form. Cut up and bruised with a black eye and gashes everywhere. This is how he liked it. He loved it when she would cry from pain. He savored it.
Michelle sobbed as more kicks rained down on her. “Please, Mike. Stop it please!”
Mike smirked as he took off his belt. “Not for what you did to me you worthless c**t!”
Michelle screamed as her back was set ablaze by the black flame that repeatedly struck her with fire and licked her hidden skin. “Mike, I beg you please STOP!”
“GET AWAY FROM HER!”
An enormous force knocked Mike off balance and pulled him to the ground. Mike looked up to see Chester’s face beet red and fire blazing in his eyes. Mike squirmed in Chester’s vice-like grip and saw his life flashing before his eyes. “Listen, Chaz, I can explain-“
“There is NO explaining you creep. Get out of here and never come back. If I see you near her again I will personally make sure you never walk again.”
Mike nodded as he scurried away and disappeared out the front door. Chester knelt down and held his sobbing daughter close to him and kissed her softly. "Shhh. It's ok. He's not gonna hurt you anymore." Michelle clung to him as endless waves of salt water splashed onto Chester's shirt. "D-daddy." Michelle cried out softly as another round of sobs shook her broken body.
Chester kissed her head softly and pulled her as close to his body as he could without smothering her. "Don't you worry. I'm gonna make sure he never comes around you again."
Michelle nodded meekly as she still cried. "I'm scared Daddy. What if something happens to you?"
Chester stroked his 16 year old daughter's face before replying. "Nothing is gonna happen to me. I'm gonna make sure he never touches you again."
Chester reached down and picked up his daughter and carried her up the stairs like he would a baby. Michelle wrapped her arms around Chester's neck as he cradled her in his arms. "I love you Daddy." the sweet voice of his daughter saying that never failed to send chills up and down his spine. He loved it.
"I love you too baby." Once they reached Michelle's room, Chester walked over to the pink bed and layed his daughter gently down. Michelle watched as Chester went to the bathroom and came back out with a wet washcloth. He applied as little pressure as he could to her black eye and held it there for a few minutes. "This will help the swelling go down." Michelle nodded as she tried to keep the tears at bay. Chester saw this and immediteatly took the washcloth off. "Am I hurting you?"
Michelle shook her head no but the tears streaming down her face betrayed her. "Oh baby." She heard Chester exclaim as he threw down the washcloth and wrap his icy fingers around her body. "Shh, it's ok." After calming her down he pulled the covers over her body and kissed her face where it wasn't tender. "Goodnight princess. I'll try and put ice on it in the morning. I don't want to hurt you even more." Michelle nodded as her eyelids become boulders and started to fall.
"Goodnight Daddy." Michelle whispered as darkness swept over her and pulled her into a blanket of blackness.
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Michelle cried softly as another punch was thrown her way. “Please, stop. I’m sorry for not listening to you. Just please stop.”
The attacker smirked down at her pathetic form. Cut up and bruised with a black eye and gashes everywhere. This is how he liked it. He loved it when she would cry from pain. He savored it.
Michelle sobbed as more kicks rained down on her. “Please, Mike. Stop it please!”
Mike smirked as he took off his belt. “Not for what you did to me you worthless c**t!”
Michelle screamed as her back was set ablaze by the black flame that repeatedly struck her with fire and licked her hidden skin. “Mike, I beg you please STOP!”
“GET AWAY FROM HER!”
An enormous force knocked Mike off balance and pulled him to the ground. Mike looked up to see Chester’s face beet red and fire blazing in his eyes. Mike squirmed in Chester’s vice-like grip and saw his life flashing before his eyes. “Listen, Chaz, I can explain-“
“There is NO explaining you creep. Get out of here and never come back. If I see you near her again I will personally make sure you never walk again.”
Mike nodded as he scurried away and disappeared out the front door. Chester knelt down and held his sobbing daughter close to him and kissed her softly. "Shhh. It's ok. He's not gonna hurt you anymore." Michelle clung to him as endless waves of salt water splashed onto Chester's shirt. "D-daddy." Michelle cried out softly as another round of sobs shook her broken body.
Chester kissed her head softly and pulled her as close to his body as he could without smothering her. "Don't you worry. I'm gonna make sure he never comes around you again."
Michelle nodded meekly as she still cried. "I'm scared Daddy. What if something happens to you?"
Chester stroked his 16 year old daughter's face before replying. "Nothing is gonna happen to me. I'm gonna make sure he never touches you again."
Chester reached down and picked up his daughter and carried her up the stairs like he would a baby. Michelle wrapped her arms around Chester's neck as he cradled her in his arms. "I love you Daddy." the sweet voice of his daughter saying that never failed to send chills up and down his spine. He loved it.
"I love you too baby." Once they reached Michelle's room, Chester walked over to the pink bed and layed his daughter gently down. Michelle watched as Chester went to the bathroom and came back out with a wet washcloth. He applied as little pressure as he could to her black eye and held it there for a few minutes. "This will help the swelling go down." Michelle nodded as she tried to keep the tears at bay. Chester saw this and immediteatly took the washcloth off. "Am I hurting you?"
Michelle shook her head no but the tears streaming down her face betrayed her. "Oh baby." She heard Chester exclaim as he threw down the washcloth and wrap his icy fingers around her body. "Shh, it's ok." After calming her down he pulled the covers over her body and kissed her face where it wasn't tender. "Goodnight princess. I'll try and put ice on it in the morning. I don't want to hurt you even more." Michelle nodded as her eyelids become boulders and started to fall.
"Goodnight Daddy." Michelle whispered as darkness swept over her and pulled her into a blanket of blackness.
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
Daddy's Girl chap 4
The guys have been touring for a few weeks and now they were gonna be playing in front of their biggest crowd ever.
The guys were in the dressing room, talking excitedly about the show in China that they were going to play in a few minutes. Mike was putting the finishing touches on his outfit; Phoenix was sitting on the soft, red couch with Joe, Brad and Rob. Chester was messing with his phone. “I’m so excited about the show tonight, guys!” Joe exclaimed, “This is gonna be our biggest one yet!”
“Hell yeah!” Phoenix exclaimed, eyes beaming.
“CRAP!!!!!"
Everyone snapped their heads to where the smash of a phone being thrown against the wall echoed around the room. Mike’s face held a worried expression as he stared at Chester who looked like he wanted to kill. “Hey Chaz.” Mike began slowly, walking over to the shaken singer. “What happened?”
“Talinda won’t pick up the darn phone.” He growled.
Mike sighed. “Maybe she’s tending to the baby. She can’t be at the phone 24/7 waiting for a phone call from you.”
Chester looked up at Mike, worry swimming in his chocolate eyes. “But we always talk at this time without fail. I think something happened.”
Joe groaned. “You’re acting like a woman, Ches. The worst thing that could’ve happened is that Matilda could’ve gotten sick.”
“If Matilda was sick I would already know!”
Mike sighed. “C’mon, Chaz. Let’s go play the show and then later we can try calling her again.”
Chester sighed. “Ok, fine. Let’s go.”
Mike grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about!”
Their manager, Bob Dallas, came in and smiled at each one of them. “You guys ready to go play the biggest show of your life?”
Joe grinned like a kid getting a cookie. “Hell yeah! How many people are we playing for again?”
“A billion.” Bob replied.
Mike helped Chester to his feet and slapped him on the back. “Let’s do this!”
Chester nodded meekly.
So far the show was going good. The fans were screaming along with Chester as he screamed the words to “One Step Closer” into the mic. Halfway through the song, Chester felt the familiar vibration in his pocket. Perfect. He thought mentally as he reached down and slapped some waving hands. Talinda always has the perfect timing.
As soon as the song was over, Chester ran backstage and franticly dialed his wife’s number, praying that she would answer. A quivering voice startled Chester out of his thoughts. “Chester, please help.”
The pleading voice sent his heart pummeling into the fiery acids below and chills ran up and down his spine. “Talinda, what happened?” Before he could get a response, a baby crying and his wife’s screams of horror rang in his ear like the end of a bell holding out a long note. “Please no! Please leave her alone!!” Then, laughter. Cold, merciless, laughter hit Chester and sent him reeling for breath. The dry, unforgiving, laughter soon replaced Talinda’s sheiks of horror and soon she was crying out in pain as Chester heard something hit the floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The sneering voice sent Chester into a frenzy of rage. “What the hell are you doing to my family?” Chester’s acid voice spilled into the receiver and burned the man’s ear.
The man just laughed. “Just find me and you’ll find out.” The receiver buzzed like a fly in Chester’s ear.
Chester’s ears didn’t register the sound the phone made when it hit the floor with an earth shattering crash. His eyes didn’t see Mike run into the room and try to get him to tell him what was wrong. He didn’t feel the tremors ripping his body apart as Mike shook his ragdoll body, trying to bring his mind back to reality. But he was too far gone; the only thing he could think about was his family and the horrifying danger they were in. “Chester, please! Tell me what happened!” Mike’s eyes pleaded with his friend, begging him to tell him what caused this state of shock.
Finally, Chester managed to choke out. “I just talked to Talinda. She and Matilda have been taken.”
Mike’s eyes widened. “Taken? Taken where? Who did this??”
“I don’t know.” Mike’s eyes widened when he saw Chester bolting for the door. “Chaz wait! Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find them.” Came Chester’s reply as the door slammed shut behind him.
Mike sighed as he turned back around and when to break the news to the band and the fans.
The black rolling skies covered the city in a black mist as the blanket suffused the city in darkness. Crickets chirped and small insects scuttled to find shelter from the ominous sky. Talinda sat, shivering, in her bare body as the metal chains send chills up her spine every time she moved. The concrete walls weren’t helping much either as she desperately tried to find warmth. The metal doors on either side of the room were large and had bars in the middle of them. A large mattress lay in the middle of the room which was covered in stains and Talinda could only imagine how that got there. Chester please, help me. Talinda’s mind sobbed as she thought of her husband, how he was dealing with this and wondered if he canceled the concert just to look for her. I need you Chester. Please, we need you. Hurry. Talinda’s willpower shattered and she broke down sobbing. Salt water ran down her face like raindrops and she curled into a ball. Her hands were drenched with tears and soon she submerged her whole body into a wave of water.
The opening of a door brought Talinda out of the water she was drowning in and she looked up to see the man responsible for taking them here smiling at her. She looked down and saw her daughter being held like a sack of potatoes in his bulky arms. He was of medium height, his long legs kicking out infront of him and his bulky arms squeezing her daughter to his body. His bronze hair was littered with glittering diamonds that dripped and turned to puddles on the hard ground. His eyes held a merciless look, a kind of look every killer has when he’s about to inflict horrendous torture onto his victims.
"Please, let her go." begged Talinda as salt water fell down her red cheeks and made a puddle on the floor.
The man smirked as he tossed the child carelessly onto the stained mattress and advanced towards the broken woman laying on icy floor. "Now I can have some fun."
Talinda cringed at the smell of alcohol radiating out of his putrid mouth. "You'll be sorry. When my husband gets here he'll make you regret the day you were ever born!"
The man laughed. "Too bad he won't ever find us. I have you all to myself now, my dear."
Talinda's body shook as the pink snake forced its way into her mouth, posioning her body with vemon and enffecting her mouth with toxin juices that ativated her gag reflect and caused some of the posion to spill onto the floor. The snake recoiled out of her mouth and disappeared back into it's black hole. Fire erupted on Talinda's cheek, tearing n ripping the skin apart as Talinda cried out in agony and pain as she held her flaming cheek. "Stupid whore." she heard the monster grumble. "Don't you ever try to push away from me again or next time I won't be so nice."
Talinda nodded meekly as she relutantly granted access to the wet snake and could do nothing as it slowly filled her body with vemon and disgusting fluids. Chester, thought Talinda meekly as her brain sobbed. Please hurry. I can't do this alone. Please help Matilda and me. We need you. Please.
Finally im done!! Well what did yall think? Please review!!
The guys were in the dressing room, talking excitedly about the show in China that they were going to play in a few minutes. Mike was putting the finishing touches on his outfit; Phoenix was sitting on the soft, red couch with Joe, Brad and Rob. Chester was messing with his phone. “I’m so excited about the show tonight, guys!” Joe exclaimed, “This is gonna be our biggest one yet!”
“Hell yeah!” Phoenix exclaimed, eyes beaming.
“CRAP!!!!!"
Everyone snapped their heads to where the smash of a phone being thrown against the wall echoed around the room. Mike’s face held a worried expression as he stared at Chester who looked like he wanted to kill. “Hey Chaz.” Mike began slowly, walking over to the shaken singer. “What happened?”
“Talinda won’t pick up the darn phone.” He growled.
Mike sighed. “Maybe she’s tending to the baby. She can’t be at the phone 24/7 waiting for a phone call from you.”
Chester looked up at Mike, worry swimming in his chocolate eyes. “But we always talk at this time without fail. I think something happened.”
Joe groaned. “You’re acting like a woman, Ches. The worst thing that could’ve happened is that Matilda could’ve gotten sick.”
“If Matilda was sick I would already know!”
Mike sighed. “C’mon, Chaz. Let’s go play the show and then later we can try calling her again.”
Chester sighed. “Ok, fine. Let’s go.”
Mike grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about!”
Their manager, Bob Dallas, came in and smiled at each one of them. “You guys ready to go play the biggest show of your life?”
Joe grinned like a kid getting a cookie. “Hell yeah! How many people are we playing for again?”
“A billion.” Bob replied.
Mike helped Chester to his feet and slapped him on the back. “Let’s do this!”
Chester nodded meekly.
So far the show was going good. The fans were screaming along with Chester as he screamed the words to “One Step Closer” into the mic. Halfway through the song, Chester felt the familiar vibration in his pocket. Perfect. He thought mentally as he reached down and slapped some waving hands. Talinda always has the perfect timing.
As soon as the song was over, Chester ran backstage and franticly dialed his wife’s number, praying that she would answer. A quivering voice startled Chester out of his thoughts. “Chester, please help.”
The pleading voice sent his heart pummeling into the fiery acids below and chills ran up and down his spine. “Talinda, what happened?” Before he could get a response, a baby crying and his wife’s screams of horror rang in his ear like the end of a bell holding out a long note. “Please no! Please leave her alone!!” Then, laughter. Cold, merciless, laughter hit Chester and sent him reeling for breath. The dry, unforgiving, laughter soon replaced Talinda’s sheiks of horror and soon she was crying out in pain as Chester heard something hit the floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The sneering voice sent Chester into a frenzy of rage. “What the hell are you doing to my family?” Chester’s acid voice spilled into the receiver and burned the man’s ear.
The man just laughed. “Just find me and you’ll find out.” The receiver buzzed like a fly in Chester’s ear.
Chester’s ears didn’t register the sound the phone made when it hit the floor with an earth shattering crash. His eyes didn’t see Mike run into the room and try to get him to tell him what was wrong. He didn’t feel the tremors ripping his body apart as Mike shook his ragdoll body, trying to bring his mind back to reality. But he was too far gone; the only thing he could think about was his family and the horrifying danger they were in. “Chester, please! Tell me what happened!” Mike’s eyes pleaded with his friend, begging him to tell him what caused this state of shock.
Finally, Chester managed to choke out. “I just talked to Talinda. She and Matilda have been taken.”
Mike’s eyes widened. “Taken? Taken where? Who did this??”
“I don’t know.” Mike’s eyes widened when he saw Chester bolting for the door. “Chaz wait! Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find them.” Came Chester’s reply as the door slammed shut behind him.
Mike sighed as he turned back around and when to break the news to the band and the fans.
The black rolling skies covered the city in a black mist as the blanket suffused the city in darkness. Crickets chirped and small insects scuttled to find shelter from the ominous sky. Talinda sat, shivering, in her bare body as the metal chains send chills up her spine every time she moved. The concrete walls weren’t helping much either as she desperately tried to find warmth. The metal doors on either side of the room were large and had bars in the middle of them. A large mattress lay in the middle of the room which was covered in stains and Talinda could only imagine how that got there. Chester please, help me. Talinda’s mind sobbed as she thought of her husband, how he was dealing with this and wondered if he canceled the concert just to look for her. I need you Chester. Please, we need you. Hurry. Talinda’s willpower shattered and she broke down sobbing. Salt water ran down her face like raindrops and she curled into a ball. Her hands were drenched with tears and soon she submerged her whole body into a wave of water.
The opening of a door brought Talinda out of the water she was drowning in and she looked up to see the man responsible for taking them here smiling at her. She looked down and saw her daughter being held like a sack of potatoes in his bulky arms. He was of medium height, his long legs kicking out infront of him and his bulky arms squeezing her daughter to his body. His bronze hair was littered with glittering diamonds that dripped and turned to puddles on the hard ground. His eyes held a merciless look, a kind of look every killer has when he’s about to inflict horrendous torture onto his victims.
"Please, let her go." begged Talinda as salt water fell down her red cheeks and made a puddle on the floor.
The man smirked as he tossed the child carelessly onto the stained mattress and advanced towards the broken woman laying on icy floor. "Now I can have some fun."
Talinda cringed at the smell of alcohol radiating out of his putrid mouth. "You'll be sorry. When my husband gets here he'll make you regret the day you were ever born!"
The man laughed. "Too bad he won't ever find us. I have you all to myself now, my dear."
Talinda's body shook as the pink snake forced its way into her mouth, posioning her body with vemon and enffecting her mouth with toxin juices that ativated her gag reflect and caused some of the posion to spill onto the floor. The snake recoiled out of her mouth and disappeared back into it's black hole. Fire erupted on Talinda's cheek, tearing n ripping the skin apart as Talinda cried out in agony and pain as she held her flaming cheek. "Stupid whore." she heard the monster grumble. "Don't you ever try to push away from me again or next time I won't be so nice."
Talinda nodded meekly as she relutantly granted access to the wet snake and could do nothing as it slowly filled her body with vemon and disgusting fluids. Chester, thought Talinda meekly as her brain sobbed. Please hurry. I can't do this alone. Please help Matilda and me. We need you. Please.
Finally im done!! Well what did yall think? Please review!!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
New story: I'll always be there for you
Chapter 1
A mixture of sound and music clashed together in the spacious living room. Little hands grasped the round device tightly and his face was held in concentration and determination. The flashes of images and moving objects blurred in his mind like a million pictures trying to fit in one place. His arms and hands worked as one, pushing buttons when necessary and moving the vehicle swiftly and smoothly like a cat running through narrow passage ways.
Draven grinned as he was getting ahead and laughed. “Looks like I beat you Dad!”
Suddenly, an object came out of and hit Draven’s car, knocking it off the road and plunging it into darkness. Chester grinned as his car crossed the finish line. “I told you that Bowser kicks butt!” Chester exclaimed while looking at his not-so-happy-son and watched as his character received a golden trophy.
“Nun huh! Mario beats Bowser every time! You just got lucky with that shell!”
“It’s because I am the master at Mario Kart! No one can beat me! Not even the legendary Phi-phi!”
Draven exploded in laughter at the nickname that Chester gave to Phoenix. “Phoenix isn’t gonna like you calling him that Dad.”
Chester grinned wickedly. “Oh yeah, well he can go suck a co-.“ Chester stopped himself just in time. Talinda would have his head if he taught Draven those words, or if he got caught saying them around him for that matter.
The front door opened and Chester smiled as his beautiful wife walked though the door. In his eyes, she was an angel when the brilliant rays hit her back, or when she stood in the dim light of their living room, the invisible wings of silk flapping behind her. She was always stunning in Chester’s eyes. This time, however, her eyes were hazed over by sadness and despair while looking at the 3 year old clutched tightly in her arms, his eyes red and puffy. Her eyes were full of sorrow and pity. Chester knew that something was wrong.
Closing the gap between them, Chester strode over to Talinda and looked down at his son and gasped when he saw a blackness swirling around his son’s eye. “Talinda, what happened?”
Talinda sighed unhappily. “Some kid beat him up at daycare. He was playing with some blocks and some brat came over and told Tyler to give him the blocks and that no one was supposed to play with them but him. Tyler refused and so the kid decked him.”
Draven sat watching this with brown fire raging like a storm in his eyes. His hands trembled as they burned with fire. Who could do this to his helpless little brother? Draven didn’t understand who could hurt Tyler, a little boy whose eyes always shined and glowed with happiness, completely innocent.
Chester took the red-eyed child from Talinda’s arms and held him close as Tyler wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his head in Chester’s chest, letting out a sob. Draven watched as Chester murmured words that he couldn’t make out and then he walked over to the couch and sat down. Draven crawled on the soft couch over to where they were and started to rub Tyler’s back like Chester was doing. Chester reached over and ruffled his son’s chocolate hair. Draven grinned sadly back at him and began speaking softly to his baby brother. “Hey Ty. It’s me, Draven.”
Tyler poked his head out from Chester’s chest and looked at Draven with tears pooling under his eyes. “Draven.” The toddler spoke softly as another sob racked his small frame. Little arms emerged and stuck out towards the smaller body on the couch. Draven reached over and took his brother away from Chester and held him closely to his body. Chester watched as Draven whispered some words to Tyler and then kissed him softly on the head. Tyler arms came around and locked themselves around Draven’s neck as the tiny tot’s body began to relax and his breathing slow. Draven watched as the brown eyes disappeared and then turned to his dad. “I’ll put him to bed, dad. He’ll be ok.”
Chester nodded as a smile suffused every inch of his face. “I know he will. You didn’t have to tell me that.”
Draven slowly got up and held his brother close as he walked to his room. “Don’t worry Ty.” Draven whispered as he opened the door to his room. “I’ll make sure that bully gets what’s coming to him.”
Draven walked into Tyler’s baby blue room filled with race cars and transformers toys. Colored paper littered the floor and his bed was a blue ocean of pillows and blankets. Carefully, he unlocked Tyler’s hands from his neck and layed him down on the blue mattress. He then covered the tiny frame with a blanket that had a wave swimming across it and multi-colored rainbows above the white foam. Draven kissed his brother’s wet cheek one last time before turning off the light that caused the night light to come to life and closing the door behind him. “Sweet dreams, little brother.”
End
A/N: Well how do you like it? I’m planning on writing a next chapter to this if this turns out to be good! Please review!
A mixture of sound and music clashed together in the spacious living room. Little hands grasped the round device tightly and his face was held in concentration and determination. The flashes of images and moving objects blurred in his mind like a million pictures trying to fit in one place. His arms and hands worked as one, pushing buttons when necessary and moving the vehicle swiftly and smoothly like a cat running through narrow passage ways.
Draven grinned as he was getting ahead and laughed. “Looks like I beat you Dad!”
Suddenly, an object came out of and hit Draven’s car, knocking it off the road and plunging it into darkness. Chester grinned as his car crossed the finish line. “I told you that Bowser kicks butt!” Chester exclaimed while looking at his not-so-happy-son and watched as his character received a golden trophy.
“Nun huh! Mario beats Bowser every time! You just got lucky with that shell!”
“It’s because I am the master at Mario Kart! No one can beat me! Not even the legendary Phi-phi!”
Draven exploded in laughter at the nickname that Chester gave to Phoenix. “Phoenix isn’t gonna like you calling him that Dad.”
Chester grinned wickedly. “Oh yeah, well he can go suck a co-.“ Chester stopped himself just in time. Talinda would have his head if he taught Draven those words, or if he got caught saying them around him for that matter.
The front door opened and Chester smiled as his beautiful wife walked though the door. In his eyes, she was an angel when the brilliant rays hit her back, or when she stood in the dim light of their living room, the invisible wings of silk flapping behind her. She was always stunning in Chester’s eyes. This time, however, her eyes were hazed over by sadness and despair while looking at the 3 year old clutched tightly in her arms, his eyes red and puffy. Her eyes were full of sorrow and pity. Chester knew that something was wrong.
Closing the gap between them, Chester strode over to Talinda and looked down at his son and gasped when he saw a blackness swirling around his son’s eye. “Talinda, what happened?”
Talinda sighed unhappily. “Some kid beat him up at daycare. He was playing with some blocks and some brat came over and told Tyler to give him the blocks and that no one was supposed to play with them but him. Tyler refused and so the kid decked him.”
Draven sat watching this with brown fire raging like a storm in his eyes. His hands trembled as they burned with fire. Who could do this to his helpless little brother? Draven didn’t understand who could hurt Tyler, a little boy whose eyes always shined and glowed with happiness, completely innocent.
Chester took the red-eyed child from Talinda’s arms and held him close as Tyler wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his head in Chester’s chest, letting out a sob. Draven watched as Chester murmured words that he couldn’t make out and then he walked over to the couch and sat down. Draven crawled on the soft couch over to where they were and started to rub Tyler’s back like Chester was doing. Chester reached over and ruffled his son’s chocolate hair. Draven grinned sadly back at him and began speaking softly to his baby brother. “Hey Ty. It’s me, Draven.”
Tyler poked his head out from Chester’s chest and looked at Draven with tears pooling under his eyes. “Draven.” The toddler spoke softly as another sob racked his small frame. Little arms emerged and stuck out towards the smaller body on the couch. Draven reached over and took his brother away from Chester and held him closely to his body. Chester watched as Draven whispered some words to Tyler and then kissed him softly on the head. Tyler arms came around and locked themselves around Draven’s neck as the tiny tot’s body began to relax and his breathing slow. Draven watched as the brown eyes disappeared and then turned to his dad. “I’ll put him to bed, dad. He’ll be ok.”
Chester nodded as a smile suffused every inch of his face. “I know he will. You didn’t have to tell me that.”
Draven slowly got up and held his brother close as he walked to his room. “Don’t worry Ty.” Draven whispered as he opened the door to his room. “I’ll make sure that bully gets what’s coming to him.”
Draven walked into Tyler’s baby blue room filled with race cars and transformers toys. Colored paper littered the floor and his bed was a blue ocean of pillows and blankets. Carefully, he unlocked Tyler’s hands from his neck and layed him down on the blue mattress. He then covered the tiny frame with a blanket that had a wave swimming across it and multi-colored rainbows above the white foam. Draven kissed his brother’s wet cheek one last time before turning off the light that caused the night light to come to life and closing the door behind him. “Sweet dreams, little brother.”
End
A/N: Well how do you like it? I’m planning on writing a next chapter to this if this turns out to be good! Please review!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Went to a DBS concert
On Dec 3rd I went to see Dead by Sunrise. They played an amazing show n Chester's vocals were amazing!:) They shredded Dallas n blew me away. Amazing concert that i will never forget. After it was over, all the bands were doing an autograph signing so i (along w/ my dad) waited until 8:30 4 DBS to do theirs. While we waited i got a DBS shirt n met some awesome fans that were waiting with us. Then, it came time 4 DBS to come out and do some signing. Chester walked out and threw his hands in the air as he walked over to where i n a couple of fans were n shook our hands. We were screaming n i was wondering why i wasn't having a heart attack.
When it came time for me to meet him i wasn't really nervous or anything but i was excited! After talking to ryan I walked over to Chester n said "Hey Chester I was wondering if I could look at your wrists I'm visually impaired." And he was more then happy 2:) After i got within inches of the flames that suffsed his wrist he said "Yeah I need to get them touched up." LOL Chester, you're too much.
When it came time for me to meet him i wasn't really nervous or anything but i was excited! After talking to ryan I walked over to Chester n said "Hey Chester I was wondering if I could look at your wrists I'm visually impaired." And he was more then happy 2:) After i got within inches of the flames that suffsed his wrist he said "Yeah I need to get them touched up." LOL Chester, you're too much.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
New lp story: LP / Jonas Brothers Crossover
A/n: Hey guys!! I decided to make a comeback and try to write another story on this site. Enjoy!
I do not own the boys or anybody in this story.
Chapter 1
The guys of Linkin Park were getting ready for their world tour that would be in three months. Everybody was at Chester’s house having a little get-together before they head out. Brad and Rob were outside playing “Keep the Frog Away from Joe” and so far they were winning; the rest of the guys were inside playing the X-box. Chester was currently winning.
“Haha! I so totally kicked your ass on that one, Phoenix!” exclaimed Chester as he watched as Phoenix’s character slowly disincarnated into ashes.
“That’s not fair!” You’ve been winning for 5 rounds!” shouted Phoenix angrily as he threw his controller down on the soft blue carpet.
“Stop being such a baby! It’s not your fault that you suck at it!” Chester erupted into laughter as his bandmate’s face became red with rage.
“Fuck off Chester!” snapped Phoenix angrily.
Chester was about to respond when a phone call distracted him. Chester reached over and picked up the cordless phone off the floor and put it to his ear. “Hello, Bennington speaking.”
“Hey Chaz, its Bob.”
“Hey man, how’s it going?”
“Good. We have a band that wants to go on Project Revolution with you guys.”
Chester smiled at the thought of another band going on the road with them. “Great, who’s going?”
“The Jonas Brothers.”
Chester’s scream was unmistakable as it echoed through the house and into the outside world. Brad dropped Joe’s frog that he was holding and looked over at Rob, their game of keep away forgotten. “What the hell?” Rob spoke the words that were on everyone’s mind.
“Let’s go find out!” Joe walked into the house followed by a stumped Brad and Rob.
“What the hell happened?” asked Brad as he walked into the house with Rob and Joe at his heels.
Mike was seated at the couch, waiting for the shocked and outraged singer to begin speaking. “I just got off the phone with Bob.” Chester began, taking deep breaths to clam himself. “We have a new band joining us on tour.”
Joe grinned, Mike and Rob slapped each other high fives, and Brad was the only one who was staring at Chester quizzically. “And why does that piss you off?”
“Yeah, as long as it’s not the Jonas Brothers or any gay pop band! Why so pissed?” Joe asked.
“Because it is the Jonas Brothers.”
Joe screamed, Mike fainted, Rob started to cry, and Brad was the only one with the enough sense to ask Chester, “How did that happen?”
Chester sighed. “Bob said that they needed to be promoted in a better way then being broadcast on every Disney show and that we were the perfect band to do it.” Chester started to gag. “I’d rather live on the streets then stay in a hotel or a tour bus with those losers.”
“We’re doomed. We’re doomed. We’re doomed.” Joe repeated like a broken record.
Chester sighed as he slumped down into the plushy red couch. “We’re not doomed yet until they get here which won’t be till tomorrow.”
A knock on the door made Chester wish he had never said those words. “We’re doomed.”
Hope u guys liked the 1st chap! Please review!
I do not own the boys or anybody in this story.
Chapter 1
The guys of Linkin Park were getting ready for their world tour that would be in three months. Everybody was at Chester’s house having a little get-together before they head out. Brad and Rob were outside playing “Keep the Frog Away from Joe” and so far they were winning; the rest of the guys were inside playing the X-box. Chester was currently winning.
“Haha! I so totally kicked your ass on that one, Phoenix!” exclaimed Chester as he watched as Phoenix’s character slowly disincarnated into ashes.
“That’s not fair!” You’ve been winning for 5 rounds!” shouted Phoenix angrily as he threw his controller down on the soft blue carpet.
“Stop being such a baby! It’s not your fault that you suck at it!” Chester erupted into laughter as his bandmate’s face became red with rage.
“Fuck off Chester!” snapped Phoenix angrily.
Chester was about to respond when a phone call distracted him. Chester reached over and picked up the cordless phone off the floor and put it to his ear. “Hello, Bennington speaking.”
“Hey Chaz, its Bob.”
“Hey man, how’s it going?”
“Good. We have a band that wants to go on Project Revolution with you guys.”
Chester smiled at the thought of another band going on the road with them. “Great, who’s going?”
“The Jonas Brothers.”
Chester’s scream was unmistakable as it echoed through the house and into the outside world. Brad dropped Joe’s frog that he was holding and looked over at Rob, their game of keep away forgotten. “What the hell?” Rob spoke the words that were on everyone’s mind.
“Let’s go find out!” Joe walked into the house followed by a stumped Brad and Rob.
“What the hell happened?” asked Brad as he walked into the house with Rob and Joe at his heels.
Mike was seated at the couch, waiting for the shocked and outraged singer to begin speaking. “I just got off the phone with Bob.” Chester began, taking deep breaths to clam himself. “We have a new band joining us on tour.”
Joe grinned, Mike and Rob slapped each other high fives, and Brad was the only one who was staring at Chester quizzically. “And why does that piss you off?”
“Yeah, as long as it’s not the Jonas Brothers or any gay pop band! Why so pissed?” Joe asked.
“Because it is the Jonas Brothers.”
Joe screamed, Mike fainted, Rob started to cry, and Brad was the only one with the enough sense to ask Chester, “How did that happen?”
Chester sighed. “Bob said that they needed to be promoted in a better way then being broadcast on every Disney show and that we were the perfect band to do it.” Chester started to gag. “I’d rather live on the streets then stay in a hotel or a tour bus with those losers.”
“We’re doomed. We’re doomed. We’re doomed.” Joe repeated like a broken record.
Chester sighed as he slumped down into the plushy red couch. “We’re not doomed yet until they get here which won’t be till tomorrow.”
A knock on the door made Chester wish he had never said those words. “We’re doomed.”
Hope u guys liked the 1st chap! Please review!
Slash and friends
This Sunday November 22nd at Avalon in Hollywood, SLASH & Friends will play a benefit show for LOS ANGELES YOUTH NETWORK [LAYN], an organization aiming to end homelessness among kids. Some of those “super friends” appearing at LAYN Rocks include OZZY OSBOURNE, PERRY FARRELL, BILLY IDOL, CHESTER BENNINGTON of LINKIN PARK & DEAD BY SUNRISE, Travis Barker, ANDREW STOCKDALE of WOLFMOTHER, DAVE NAVARRO and a few surprise guests. Plus, Mr. George Lopez will be MC-ing.
Interview: SLASH talks LAYN Rocks
SLASH is the rock n' roll equivalent of Martin Scorsese.
While maintaining a classic sensibility, he injects true grit and passion into each and every composition, just like Marty. Appetite for Destruction was Slash's Taxi Driver—a raw and primal piece of cathartic art. In the same vein, Contraband was his Casino—a sprawling epic collaboration by genre titans. In between laying down tracks for his forthcoming SLASH & Friends solo debut, the legendary guitarist is focused on giving back—much like our favorite filmmaker…
This Sunday November 22nd at Avalon in Hollywood, SLASH & Friends will play a benefit show for Los Angeles Youth Network [LAYN], an organization aiming to end homelessness among kids. Some of those "super friends" appearing at LAYN Rocks include Ozzy Osbourne, Perry Farrell, Billy Idol, Chester Bennington of Linkin Park & Dead By Sunrise, Travis Barker, Andrew Stockdale of Wolfmother, Dave Navarro and a few surprise guests. Plus, Mr. George Lopez will be MC-ing.
It doesn't get anymore rock n' roll than that, and this is bound to be an unforgettable evening.
In this exclusive interview, SLASH sat down with ARTISTdirect.com editor and Dolor author Rick Florino to talk about LAYN Rocks, his upcoming solo debut, jamming with legends and that little Scorsese comparison…
Check out the interview below and don't miss LAYN rocks this Sunday!
How did LAYN Rocks come together?
My wife, Perla, and I support LAYN. She's actually on the board. We're trying to raise money to keep it going, and we've been doing these SLASH & Friends gigs recently. Basically, we get a bunch of people together and put on a concert. Perla had asked me if I'd be interested in doing it to support LAYN, and I was fully into it! This will actually be the first SLASH & Friends gig I've done in Los Angeles. Basically, I wanted to put together something that would be a really big blowout, and that's what we've done! We've got all these different artists, and it should be an amazing event.
Does performing on stage with other musicians tend to breed studio collaborations later on for something like your solo record?
No, this show actually has nothing to do with my solo album. One doesn't feed the other. However, having done a couple gigs with Chester Bennington makes me think about him if I'm writing a song. If there's a song that's right for Chester, I'll be like, "I've jammed with him, he would be perfect for this!" Performing together on stage inadvertently fuels future collaborations. The correlation isn't totally direct though. But, if there was an idea, we may come back to it. The more people you know that are singers and musicians, the bigger pool you have to pull from when you want to do some sort of collaboration.
Andrew Stockdale's playing with you on Sunday. Are you going to do your song together?
We're talking about it [Laughs]. That seems to be the plan. That's a cool thing too. There's a song that I recorded with Ozzy, but we're not going to have a chance to learn it. I've actually done two songs on the record with two of these guys performing at LAYN Rocks.
When you play a benefit like this, is it more special than a regular gig in some aspects?
It is special! There's something about it. It's a one-night event. It's not totally self-centered—which is how a concert usually is [Laughs]. Everybody is hanging out and having a good time. There's no pressure. You don't feel the pressure of having to be "The Headliner" and having an entire set to put together. People can leave all of those concerns at home and simply get up and jam. Because everybody is a pro, the jams are really good [Laughs]. The audience has no idea what they're in for because most of them have never seen anything like it. It turns out to be a really exciting event for everybody involved. It's a lot of fun.
The energy in the room must be particularly palpable because everyone is playing for the same goal—even though you're all from different bands.
Exactly! There's definitely a feeling of camaraderie and a feeling of giving and caring as well. It's really cool.
Do you have anymore of these benefits planned?
This is the only one that I've got going on. After Sunday, the holidays are coming, I've got a record coming out and all of this other stuff happening. One thing I've got to tell you—you lose a lot of sleep trying to get these things together [Laughs].
Well, the lineup looks legendary enough to be worth the sleep deprivation.
[Laughs] Musicians are coming from all different directions. We'll all convene over the weekend and rehearse. Then we'll put it together on Sunday and see how it goes. It should be a lot of fun! I've worked with pretty much everybody on the bill. I've never played with Travis Barker before, which is going to be cool. I've never worked with Andrew Stockdale outside of the studio, but he's a great guy. I've played with Chester, Dave Navarro, Billy Idol, Perry Farrell and Ozzy live before. Having all of these amazing get together is incredible. For me, to be on stage the whole night while they walk up is huge.
There's a '70s vibe to the whole event. It's very classic. In many ways, you're like a filmmaker from that particular renaissance. You're like the Scorsese of the guitar! There's an outlaw vibe but an epic sense of refinement…
[Laughs] That's a huge compliment! I love Scorsese! I was obviously raised in the '70s, and I come from the outlaw rock n' roll background as far as who I was raised with, what my parents were all about, what kind of music I listened to and so on. I would imagine I've gotten some influence from that which has spilled over into what I've been doing since I picked up a guitar. I like that old, '70s vibe where people just get together and jam for the sake of making music as opposed to everything being the way things are today. Now it's money-driven, image-driven and that corporate sort of thing. It's nice to be able to make a minute and do something that has nothing to do with any outside interests except for jamming—especially if you're doing it for a cause.
Is that vibe spilling over into your solo material?
The solo stuff is really cool because it does have a similar vibe. It wasn't created for any kind of cause, benefit, fundraising or anything like that but, at the same time, there's something to it. The last couple bands I've been in—Velvet Revolver, Guns N' Roses and even Snakepit—there were so many concerns coming from the record company about so many different things. The pressure can be a little bit of a drag at times especially if you've got ego problems within the band. That's what being in a rock n' roll band can be about. I wanted to do a solo record so I could do something that I'd dictate myself and would be my responsibility. Whether it sinks or swims is all up to me. To get a bunch of people together who I think are really talented and have them sing is amazing. The singers were all great because they didn't have to worry about pressures from their record labels about whether or not the song was going to be a huge hit single. I got amazing performances because the whole thing was so laidback. That's one of the similarities between my record and this concert that we're doing on Sunday. It's really done for the pure joy of it, as opposed to trying to prove something, trying to sell a certain number of copies or whatever it is that motivates everybody these days [Laughs].
—Rick Florino
11.17.09
Check out Rick Florino's new novel Dolor available now for FREE here…
Interview: SLASH talks LAYN Rocks
SLASH is the rock n' roll equivalent of Martin Scorsese.
While maintaining a classic sensibility, he injects true grit and passion into each and every composition, just like Marty. Appetite for Destruction was Slash's Taxi Driver—a raw and primal piece of cathartic art. In the same vein, Contraband was his Casino—a sprawling epic collaboration by genre titans. In between laying down tracks for his forthcoming SLASH & Friends solo debut, the legendary guitarist is focused on giving back—much like our favorite filmmaker…
This Sunday November 22nd at Avalon in Hollywood, SLASH & Friends will play a benefit show for Los Angeles Youth Network [LAYN], an organization aiming to end homelessness among kids. Some of those "super friends" appearing at LAYN Rocks include Ozzy Osbourne, Perry Farrell, Billy Idol, Chester Bennington of Linkin Park & Dead By Sunrise, Travis Barker, Andrew Stockdale of Wolfmother, Dave Navarro and a few surprise guests. Plus, Mr. George Lopez will be MC-ing.
It doesn't get anymore rock n' roll than that, and this is bound to be an unforgettable evening.
In this exclusive interview, SLASH sat down with ARTISTdirect.com editor and Dolor author Rick Florino to talk about LAYN Rocks, his upcoming solo debut, jamming with legends and that little Scorsese comparison…
Check out the interview below and don't miss LAYN rocks this Sunday!
How did LAYN Rocks come together?
My wife, Perla, and I support LAYN. She's actually on the board. We're trying to raise money to keep it going, and we've been doing these SLASH & Friends gigs recently. Basically, we get a bunch of people together and put on a concert. Perla had asked me if I'd be interested in doing it to support LAYN, and I was fully into it! This will actually be the first SLASH & Friends gig I've done in Los Angeles. Basically, I wanted to put together something that would be a really big blowout, and that's what we've done! We've got all these different artists, and it should be an amazing event.
Does performing on stage with other musicians tend to breed studio collaborations later on for something like your solo record?
No, this show actually has nothing to do with my solo album. One doesn't feed the other. However, having done a couple gigs with Chester Bennington makes me think about him if I'm writing a song. If there's a song that's right for Chester, I'll be like, "I've jammed with him, he would be perfect for this!" Performing together on stage inadvertently fuels future collaborations. The correlation isn't totally direct though. But, if there was an idea, we may come back to it. The more people you know that are singers and musicians, the bigger pool you have to pull from when you want to do some sort of collaboration.
Andrew Stockdale's playing with you on Sunday. Are you going to do your song together?
We're talking about it [Laughs]. That seems to be the plan. That's a cool thing too. There's a song that I recorded with Ozzy, but we're not going to have a chance to learn it. I've actually done two songs on the record with two of these guys performing at LAYN Rocks.
When you play a benefit like this, is it more special than a regular gig in some aspects?
It is special! There's something about it. It's a one-night event. It's not totally self-centered—which is how a concert usually is [Laughs]. Everybody is hanging out and having a good time. There's no pressure. You don't feel the pressure of having to be "The Headliner" and having an entire set to put together. People can leave all of those concerns at home and simply get up and jam. Because everybody is a pro, the jams are really good [Laughs]. The audience has no idea what they're in for because most of them have never seen anything like it. It turns out to be a really exciting event for everybody involved. It's a lot of fun.
The energy in the room must be particularly palpable because everyone is playing for the same goal—even though you're all from different bands.
Exactly! There's definitely a feeling of camaraderie and a feeling of giving and caring as well. It's really cool.
Do you have anymore of these benefits planned?
This is the only one that I've got going on. After Sunday, the holidays are coming, I've got a record coming out and all of this other stuff happening. One thing I've got to tell you—you lose a lot of sleep trying to get these things together [Laughs].
Well, the lineup looks legendary enough to be worth the sleep deprivation.
[Laughs] Musicians are coming from all different directions. We'll all convene over the weekend and rehearse. Then we'll put it together on Sunday and see how it goes. It should be a lot of fun! I've worked with pretty much everybody on the bill. I've never played with Travis Barker before, which is going to be cool. I've never worked with Andrew Stockdale outside of the studio, but he's a great guy. I've played with Chester, Dave Navarro, Billy Idol, Perry Farrell and Ozzy live before. Having all of these amazing get together is incredible. For me, to be on stage the whole night while they walk up is huge.
There's a '70s vibe to the whole event. It's very classic. In many ways, you're like a filmmaker from that particular renaissance. You're like the Scorsese of the guitar! There's an outlaw vibe but an epic sense of refinement…
[Laughs] That's a huge compliment! I love Scorsese! I was obviously raised in the '70s, and I come from the outlaw rock n' roll background as far as who I was raised with, what my parents were all about, what kind of music I listened to and so on. I would imagine I've gotten some influence from that which has spilled over into what I've been doing since I picked up a guitar. I like that old, '70s vibe where people just get together and jam for the sake of making music as opposed to everything being the way things are today. Now it's money-driven, image-driven and that corporate sort of thing. It's nice to be able to make a minute and do something that has nothing to do with any outside interests except for jamming—especially if you're doing it for a cause.
Is that vibe spilling over into your solo material?
The solo stuff is really cool because it does have a similar vibe. It wasn't created for any kind of cause, benefit, fundraising or anything like that but, at the same time, there's something to it. The last couple bands I've been in—Velvet Revolver, Guns N' Roses and even Snakepit—there were so many concerns coming from the record company about so many different things. The pressure can be a little bit of a drag at times especially if you've got ego problems within the band. That's what being in a rock n' roll band can be about. I wanted to do a solo record so I could do something that I'd dictate myself and would be my responsibility. Whether it sinks or swims is all up to me. To get a bunch of people together who I think are really talented and have them sing is amazing. The singers were all great because they didn't have to worry about pressures from their record labels about whether or not the song was going to be a huge hit single. I got amazing performances because the whole thing was so laidback. That's one of the similarities between my record and this concert that we're doing on Sunday. It's really done for the pure joy of it, as opposed to trying to prove something, trying to sell a certain number of copies or whatever it is that motivates everybody these days [Laughs].
—Rick Florino
11.17.09
Check out Rick Florino's new novel Dolor available now for FREE here…
Chester Bennington talks Dead By Sunrise
Linkin Park's Chester Bennington calls his new band Dead By Sunrise. But the singer-songwriter is quick to stress that the name isn't simply a slogan or a neat word grouping - it comes from a real-life struggle he's still trying to reconcile.
"I'm a drinker," Bennington says. "And for far too long I was completely out of control, leading an existence and lifestyle that I'm definitely not proud of. There have been times where I literally thought, Oh my God, I might not wake up tomorrow - that's how bad it's been. So when I got this other group together, the name Dead By Sunrise stuck."
For Bennington, who has shared stages with Paul McCartney, Jay-Z and The Doors, among others, and who, along with Linkin Park, has sold over 50 million albums, the need to record a album of his own with a new band wasn't a mere vanity project - it was a necessity.
"I had to write these songs," he says. "I had to purge them from my system. Call it catharsis, therapy - they had to come out. Linkin Park is a terrific vehicle for me, but it's not the be-all and end-all. I have a lot of different shades and textures to what I do, and thankfully I found the right bunch of guys who could help me do this material justice."
Bennington is referring to ex-Orgy guitarists Amir Derakh and Ryan Shuck who round out Dead By Sunrise (the band performs live with bassist Brandon Belsky, drummer Elias Anda and keyboardist Anthony Valcic). On their debut album, Out Of Ashes, they crash their way through raging, harrowing rock (Fire, My Suffering) but they also slow things down for some surprisingly tender moments (Give Me Your Name, Into The Darkness).
"I don't want to say I'm more proud of this record than anything Linkin Park has done," says Bennington, " because obviously I'm very happy with all we've accomplished. But as the saying goes, 'This time it's personal,' and that's what this record really is for me. It's an accurate depiction of my moods and reflections, and I really dug deep to get it right."
Bennington recently say down with MusicRadar to discuss Dead By Sunrise, the status of Linkin Park and the internal demons he says are "still a daily battle."
Why do you think the music on Out Of Ashes couldn't have been recorded by Linkin Park?
"It's complicated. I think everything was relevant to the time. In 2005, after Linkin Park finished touring behind Meteora, we wanted to take a long break - we had been touring for pretty much five years straight.
"Also, I wasn't sure what kind of music the band wanted to make. Were we going to get experimental? Which we did kind of do with songs like Breaking The Habit. At the same time, we were in kind of a box, doing the sort of music that Linkin Park fans wanted to hear. That bothered me a bit - I don't want to have to write songs to order, to so speak.
"So I had these other song ideas that were kind of grungy, kind of punky, a little more singer-songwriter-oriented, very much 'me-centric' - I wasn't sure if it would make sense with Linkin Park."
Are you saying that Linkin Park isn't open to music that isn't 'Linkin Park music'?
"Well, see, this is tricky. I thought that at the time. At the moment I would say things are possibly different and that the band is super open-minded. We can go in any direction we want right now, and I'd say that's the result of working with Rick Rubin. He taught us that anything can work as long as we believe in the material."
What is the status of Linkin Park? Are you on a break?
"Linkin Park is still a band, very much so. In fact, we're recording a new record right now. I'm off to the studio today to work on some songs. I gotta tell you, I'm pretty excited. I think this next record could be our best ever. I know everybody says that." [laughs]
They do. But that's OK - you allowed.
[laughs] "Thanks. I feel like that's such a stock line: 'Oh, it's going to be our best record, our heaviest, our…whatever. I'm just really excited about what we're up to."
At the same time, however, you're doing some shows with Dead By Sunrise.
"Yeah, as much as I can. It's hard to have two bands going a once. I feel as though I'm leading two lives, and believe me, I have trouble with just one." [laughs]
How did you hook up with Ryan and Amir?
"I first met them years ago at a recording studio. Orgy were making their second record and Linkin Park was doing Hybrid Theory. We met up in the hallway and it went from 'Hi, how are you?' to us becoming fast friends.
"We hung out, played music for one another, and when I had these other songs that I didn't feel right about for Linkin Park, my natural instinct was to try to do them with Ryan and Amir. They understood them right away and we started working together. It all happened pretty quickly, us becoming a band."
Was it easier for you to work with a small group of people as opposed to Linkin Park which has, like, 50 members?
[laughs] "Well, what's funny is, on stage there's six of us, so it's not much different from Linkin Park. But yeah, during the recording of the Dead By Sunrise album, I certainly had more control.
"These were my songs all the way, so it was more of a dictatorship than a democracy. I didn't have to compromise at all. Put it this way: in Linkin Park, if I like a song but three other guys are on the fence about it, the song probably won't make the record. In Dead By Sunrise, I didn't have that problem. I only had to please myself."
That said, you do consider Dead By Sunrise a band, not just 'Chester Bennington and some guys backing him up.'
"Oh, we're definitely a band. But as far as the album, it felt like I was making a solo record. I'm not trying to diminish the guys' input and what they brought to it creatively, but…this was my thing."
Now, Amir Derakh certainly isn't new to a fair amount of the guitar community. He's been something of a cult star for some time. What was it like working with him?
"Amir is obviously a seasoned musical veteran, and he's probably the most underrated guitar player out there. He can hang with the best of them. One thing that's important about him, though, is that he's probably more ahead of the curve musically than anybody I've ever met.
"The guy just seems to know what's going to work, or what people are going to end up listening to in the future. In that sense, because he's so tech-savvy and knows how to produce, he's able take the guitar and make it sound very unique. A lot of people strive to be innovative, but he's able to do it very naturally."
You yourself played some guitar on the record, right?
"I did. I also played synths and did some programming. The basic idea was for me to go in and play all the songs very stripped-down and make them as beautiful as possible. I was going for a vibe not unlike the first Days Of The New record, but it wound up being a big electric record because I brought in Amir and Ryan."
How would you describe yourself as a guitarist? And what kinds of guitars did you play?
"Let me put it to you this way: I am not a good guitar player. [laughs] Not at all. 'Mediocre at best' is probably a good way of describing my technique. I've never taken lessons; I've taught myself everything I know. What makes my guitar playing tolerable is that I can write songs.
"Even though I can't play very well, I can put chords together in a way that evokes a nice melody, whereas a lot of people who can play guitar brilliantly don't have an ear for melody. That, if anything, gives me an advantage over a lot of accomplished players. It's all about guts, not technique.
"As for the guitars I play, I don't know the model number, but I have a Yamaha acoustic which is absolutely fantastic. I also play Hamer electric guitars - they still make terrific guitars, and I really love playing them live. In addition, I have a great guitar that I got in Japan. It's made by a guy who works for Hamer and it's called Mystery - it's one of the best-sounding guitars I've ever played."
Of all the songs on the album, I was struck by two of them in particular, Give Me Your Name and Into The Darkness. You really write about human relationships in a raw, naked manner on these.
"Thank you. Yeah, well, that was the idea. [laughs] Those songs were experiments. Into The Darkness was more up my alley in that it was kind of a love song but it was dark and twisted at the same time.
"I don't know if anybody else finds it romantic, but when I sing 'I want to open my skin and pull you in,' I find it sexy, the idea of wanting somebody so badly that you want to become one with them; you want to inhabit their body and vice-versa. It was hard to open myself up in that way because I usually write about doom and gloom and 'poor me' shit. [laughs]
"Give Me Your Name was even further outside the box because it was a song my wife asked me to write for our wedding. She looked at me one day and said, 'You should write a song for our wedding that we can dance to.' As if that's so easy! [laughs] 'Sure, honey, I've got that one right here.'
"Obviously I'm not a love song kind of guy, but I looked inside myself and those words came out. Truthfully, it was never supposed to be for the record; it was only intended for our wedding. But it came out so good that I thought, Hey, I should put this on the record. Maybe other people will use it for their weddings." [laughs]
You sappy guy you!
"Yeah, I know. I'm a sucker for that shit." [laughs]
On a couple of other songs, Crawl Back In and My Suffering, you write pretty openly about your addictions.
"I do. I'm also a sucker for alcohol. It's an amazing thing…it was baffling to me when I was going through the throes of alcohol addiction because I'm usually a pretty even-keel guy. But when it comes to drinking, I just can't stop. The urge to drink just takes over. It astounds me how different I am when I'm drinking from when I'm not. I become this other person. Probably not a very good person, but that's what alcohol can do to some people."
Where do you think this self-destructive tendency comes from?
"You got me. But I know I'm not alone. It doesn't matter how rich you are, how successful - it can happen to anybody."
Are you currently sober?
"I am. But I'll tell you, I've had vertigo the past two weeks that I haven't been drinking. It's a hard thing to deal with. I do enjoy drinking - a lot. And I hate it at the same time. I hate that I need it. It's a huge temptation for me. It just takes over. But life is so much easier when I'm not drinking. Hey, I guess that's what we have support groups for, right?"
"I'm a drinker," Bennington says. "And for far too long I was completely out of control, leading an existence and lifestyle that I'm definitely not proud of. There have been times where I literally thought, Oh my God, I might not wake up tomorrow - that's how bad it's been. So when I got this other group together, the name Dead By Sunrise stuck."
For Bennington, who has shared stages with Paul McCartney, Jay-Z and The Doors, among others, and who, along with Linkin Park, has sold over 50 million albums, the need to record a album of his own with a new band wasn't a mere vanity project - it was a necessity.
"I had to write these songs," he says. "I had to purge them from my system. Call it catharsis, therapy - they had to come out. Linkin Park is a terrific vehicle for me, but it's not the be-all and end-all. I have a lot of different shades and textures to what I do, and thankfully I found the right bunch of guys who could help me do this material justice."
Bennington is referring to ex-Orgy guitarists Amir Derakh and Ryan Shuck who round out Dead By Sunrise (the band performs live with bassist Brandon Belsky, drummer Elias Anda and keyboardist Anthony Valcic). On their debut album, Out Of Ashes, they crash their way through raging, harrowing rock (Fire, My Suffering) but they also slow things down for some surprisingly tender moments (Give Me Your Name, Into The Darkness).
"I don't want to say I'm more proud of this record than anything Linkin Park has done," says Bennington, " because obviously I'm very happy with all we've accomplished. But as the saying goes, 'This time it's personal,' and that's what this record really is for me. It's an accurate depiction of my moods and reflections, and I really dug deep to get it right."
Bennington recently say down with MusicRadar to discuss Dead By Sunrise, the status of Linkin Park and the internal demons he says are "still a daily battle."
Why do you think the music on Out Of Ashes couldn't have been recorded by Linkin Park?
"It's complicated. I think everything was relevant to the time. In 2005, after Linkin Park finished touring behind Meteora, we wanted to take a long break - we had been touring for pretty much five years straight.
"Also, I wasn't sure what kind of music the band wanted to make. Were we going to get experimental? Which we did kind of do with songs like Breaking The Habit. At the same time, we were in kind of a box, doing the sort of music that Linkin Park fans wanted to hear. That bothered me a bit - I don't want to have to write songs to order, to so speak.
"So I had these other song ideas that were kind of grungy, kind of punky, a little more singer-songwriter-oriented, very much 'me-centric' - I wasn't sure if it would make sense with Linkin Park."
Are you saying that Linkin Park isn't open to music that isn't 'Linkin Park music'?
"Well, see, this is tricky. I thought that at the time. At the moment I would say things are possibly different and that the band is super open-minded. We can go in any direction we want right now, and I'd say that's the result of working with Rick Rubin. He taught us that anything can work as long as we believe in the material."
What is the status of Linkin Park? Are you on a break?
"Linkin Park is still a band, very much so. In fact, we're recording a new record right now. I'm off to the studio today to work on some songs. I gotta tell you, I'm pretty excited. I think this next record could be our best ever. I know everybody says that." [laughs]
They do. But that's OK - you allowed.
[laughs] "Thanks. I feel like that's such a stock line: 'Oh, it's going to be our best record, our heaviest, our…whatever. I'm just really excited about what we're up to."
At the same time, however, you're doing some shows with Dead By Sunrise.
"Yeah, as much as I can. It's hard to have two bands going a once. I feel as though I'm leading two lives, and believe me, I have trouble with just one." [laughs]
How did you hook up with Ryan and Amir?
"I first met them years ago at a recording studio. Orgy were making their second record and Linkin Park was doing Hybrid Theory. We met up in the hallway and it went from 'Hi, how are you?' to us becoming fast friends.
"We hung out, played music for one another, and when I had these other songs that I didn't feel right about for Linkin Park, my natural instinct was to try to do them with Ryan and Amir. They understood them right away and we started working together. It all happened pretty quickly, us becoming a band."
Was it easier for you to work with a small group of people as opposed to Linkin Park which has, like, 50 members?
[laughs] "Well, what's funny is, on stage there's six of us, so it's not much different from Linkin Park. But yeah, during the recording of the Dead By Sunrise album, I certainly had more control.
"These were my songs all the way, so it was more of a dictatorship than a democracy. I didn't have to compromise at all. Put it this way: in Linkin Park, if I like a song but three other guys are on the fence about it, the song probably won't make the record. In Dead By Sunrise, I didn't have that problem. I only had to please myself."
That said, you do consider Dead By Sunrise a band, not just 'Chester Bennington and some guys backing him up.'
"Oh, we're definitely a band. But as far as the album, it felt like I was making a solo record. I'm not trying to diminish the guys' input and what they brought to it creatively, but…this was my thing."
Now, Amir Derakh certainly isn't new to a fair amount of the guitar community. He's been something of a cult star for some time. What was it like working with him?
"Amir is obviously a seasoned musical veteran, and he's probably the most underrated guitar player out there. He can hang with the best of them. One thing that's important about him, though, is that he's probably more ahead of the curve musically than anybody I've ever met.
"The guy just seems to know what's going to work, or what people are going to end up listening to in the future. In that sense, because he's so tech-savvy and knows how to produce, he's able take the guitar and make it sound very unique. A lot of people strive to be innovative, but he's able to do it very naturally."
You yourself played some guitar on the record, right?
"I did. I also played synths and did some programming. The basic idea was for me to go in and play all the songs very stripped-down and make them as beautiful as possible. I was going for a vibe not unlike the first Days Of The New record, but it wound up being a big electric record because I brought in Amir and Ryan."
How would you describe yourself as a guitarist? And what kinds of guitars did you play?
"Let me put it to you this way: I am not a good guitar player. [laughs] Not at all. 'Mediocre at best' is probably a good way of describing my technique. I've never taken lessons; I've taught myself everything I know. What makes my guitar playing tolerable is that I can write songs.
"Even though I can't play very well, I can put chords together in a way that evokes a nice melody, whereas a lot of people who can play guitar brilliantly don't have an ear for melody. That, if anything, gives me an advantage over a lot of accomplished players. It's all about guts, not technique.
"As for the guitars I play, I don't know the model number, but I have a Yamaha acoustic which is absolutely fantastic. I also play Hamer electric guitars - they still make terrific guitars, and I really love playing them live. In addition, I have a great guitar that I got in Japan. It's made by a guy who works for Hamer and it's called Mystery - it's one of the best-sounding guitars I've ever played."
Of all the songs on the album, I was struck by two of them in particular, Give Me Your Name and Into The Darkness. You really write about human relationships in a raw, naked manner on these.
"Thank you. Yeah, well, that was the idea. [laughs] Those songs were experiments. Into The Darkness was more up my alley in that it was kind of a love song but it was dark and twisted at the same time.
"I don't know if anybody else finds it romantic, but when I sing 'I want to open my skin and pull you in,' I find it sexy, the idea of wanting somebody so badly that you want to become one with them; you want to inhabit their body and vice-versa. It was hard to open myself up in that way because I usually write about doom and gloom and 'poor me' shit. [laughs]
"Give Me Your Name was even further outside the box because it was a song my wife asked me to write for our wedding. She looked at me one day and said, 'You should write a song for our wedding that we can dance to.' As if that's so easy! [laughs] 'Sure, honey, I've got that one right here.'
"Obviously I'm not a love song kind of guy, but I looked inside myself and those words came out. Truthfully, it was never supposed to be for the record; it was only intended for our wedding. But it came out so good that I thought, Hey, I should put this on the record. Maybe other people will use it for their weddings." [laughs]
You sappy guy you!
"Yeah, I know. I'm a sucker for that shit." [laughs]
On a couple of other songs, Crawl Back In and My Suffering, you write pretty openly about your addictions.
"I do. I'm also a sucker for alcohol. It's an amazing thing…it was baffling to me when I was going through the throes of alcohol addiction because I'm usually a pretty even-keel guy. But when it comes to drinking, I just can't stop. The urge to drink just takes over. It astounds me how different I am when I'm drinking from when I'm not. I become this other person. Probably not a very good person, but that's what alcohol can do to some people."
Where do you think this self-destructive tendency comes from?
"You got me. But I know I'm not alone. It doesn't matter how rich you are, how successful - it can happen to anybody."
Are you currently sober?
"I am. But I'll tell you, I've had vertigo the past two weeks that I haven't been drinking. It's a hard thing to deal with. I do enjoy drinking - a lot. And I hate it at the same time. I hate that I need it. It's a huge temptation for me. It just takes over. But life is so much easier when I'm not drinking. Hey, I guess that's what we have support groups for, right?"
Chester Bennington joins peta2
Los Angeles -- Chester Bennington isn't shy about exposing the cruelty of the fur industry--or his body. The Linkin Park and Dead by Sunrise frontman has teamed up with peta2 for a brand-new "Ink, Not Mink" ad campaign in which he shows off his tattooed physique above the tagline "Be Comfortable in Your Own Skin, and Let Animals Keep Theirs."
Bennington--whose debut album with Dead by Sunrise, Out of Ashes, launched this fall--also sat down for an exclusive interview with peta2, the world's largest youth animal rights organization, in which he discussed the fur industry. "What's really important ... for people to understand is the cruelty behind the fur industry," he said. "Electrocuting animals, skinning them while they're alive--these are ... acts of inhumanity." Bennington continued, "Because it's out of sight, it's usually out of mind for most people, and we need to show our respect ... for all creatures of this world."
A "big believer" in animal rights, Bennington is also concerned about dog and cat overpopulation. He encourages potential dog and cat guardians to adopt from an animal shelter instead of buying from a breeder or pet store, and he says that "[m]aking sure that you get your pets spayed and neutered is extremely important." His wife, who worked in an animal shelter, saw the tragedy of animal overpopulation firsthand. Large numbers of animals--about 4 million dogs and cats--are euthanized every year because there aren't enough suitable homes for all of them.
Bennington, a co-owner of Club Tattoo (a chain of tattoo shops that opened its newest location in Las Vegas earlier this year), joins a growing list of celebrities--including Cobra Starship's Gabe Saporta, Twilight star Christian Serratos, and Gym Class Heroes' Travis McCoy--who have starred in peta2's anti-fur campaigns.
For more information and to view the ad, please visit peta2.com or click here.
Bennington--whose debut album with Dead by Sunrise, Out of Ashes, launched this fall--also sat down for an exclusive interview with peta2, the world's largest youth animal rights organization, in which he discussed the fur industry. "What's really important ... for people to understand is the cruelty behind the fur industry," he said. "Electrocuting animals, skinning them while they're alive--these are ... acts of inhumanity." Bennington continued, "Because it's out of sight, it's usually out of mind for most people, and we need to show our respect ... for all creatures of this world."
A "big believer" in animal rights, Bennington is also concerned about dog and cat overpopulation. He encourages potential dog and cat guardians to adopt from an animal shelter instead of buying from a breeder or pet store, and he says that "[m]aking sure that you get your pets spayed and neutered is extremely important." His wife, who worked in an animal shelter, saw the tragedy of animal overpopulation firsthand. Large numbers of animals--about 4 million dogs and cats--are euthanized every year because there aren't enough suitable homes for all of them.
Bennington, a co-owner of Club Tattoo (a chain of tattoo shops that opened its newest location in Las Vegas earlier this year), joins a growing list of celebrities--including Cobra Starship's Gabe Saporta, Twilight star Christian Serratos, and Gym Class Heroes' Travis McCoy--who have starred in peta2's anti-fur campaigns.
For more information and to view the ad, please visit peta2.com or click here.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
New story: Give Me Your Name
Chester wrote the song “Give me Your Name” for his wife, Talinda, and they danced to it at their wedding. This is my version of how that day went.
Chapter 1
The long silky dress draped down from her chest to her feet. The snow-white dress wrapped around her body and threatened to smother her in a sea of white. The veil she wore covered her face with a thin layer of snow that one could easily see through. Underneath the white she wore diamond-like slippers that were hidden from view.
The sun spilled its flames into the altar, causing Talinda’s dress to catch fire and sparkle like a million diamonds glittering in the sun. She lifted her dress up a little to adjust it and the fire touched the slippers, causing them to explode with shininess.
Her eyes traveled up and were caught by brown ones staring back at her. Talinda smiled up at Chester who was wearing a sleek black tux and a white shirt underneath it. His black hair stood up on his head and the flames on his wrists were covered by the white cuffs.
As soon as the preacher spoke his final words, Chester’s cool lips brushed against Talinda’s mouth, waiting for her to allow him inside. He didn’t have to wait long as Talinda’s own lips pressed back against his, their tongues clashing and their saliva mixing together and molding into one. The thunderous applause rang in their ears but they paid it no mind as they were lost in their own world. Slowly, their tongues recoiled back into their bodies like snakes. They joined hands as they walked down the steps and into the cheers of their family and friends. “Congrats man!” exclaimed Mike as he slapped Chester on the back in a friendly manner.
Chester grinned as the rest of the guys came over. He leaned over and softly pecked Talinda on the cheek. Talinda smiled as she returned it. “I love you.” She said softly.
Chester smiled. “I love you too.”
“Aw look at the lovebirds!” Joe cooed mockingly while laughing.
Chester glared at him as he gave him the middle finger. “Shut up Hoe Hahn. You’re just jealous of the fact that I can get any girl I want without even trying.”
Joe glared. “Come on, guys. Let’s let Chester have his special day.” Mike said as he motioned Joe to where the food was located.
Once they were gone, Talinda turned to Chester. “Let’s go have our first dance together babe.”
Chester grinned as they walked over to the dance floor. “I like that idea.”
“May I have your attention please.” said the announcer as he tapped his glass with a piece of silverware. “Will you please direct your attention to the dance floor where Mr. and Mrs. Bennington will have their first dance? Chester wrote a song specifically for this occasion. The song is called, “Give Me Your Name.”
Talinda looked up at Chester with a look on shock etched onto her face. “You wrote a song for me?”
Chester nodded. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re the only girl I ever truly loved.”
Talinda could feel liquid prickling at the end of her eyelids but held them back. “Oh Chester.”
The song started playing and Chester wrapped his arms around his white angel, holding her close as they danced to the song.
Give me a smile
Give me your name girl
Give me a sign to guide my way
And give what I came for
You
'Cause you don't come easy
Give me your hand
Come walk with me girl
Nothing's that far when your near
So come even closer to me
Something so easy to do
Talinda couldn’t stop the rivers of tears running down her face as she was held by Chester. He kissed her softly as he mouthed the lyrics to her.
And I fall into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper where all the pain goes
Give me a smile
Give me your name girl
Let them know that you're mine
And I'll do the same for you
'Cause our love comes easy
And I fall into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper where all the pain goes
“Oh Chester, it’s beautiful.” cried Talinda.
“I knew that you would like it.”
And I fall into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper where all the pain goes
With a smile into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper giving me new life
You're my life
You're my life
Once the song was over, Chester picked up Talinda bridal style and walked over to the balcony where the sky was turning a pink-ish color. The rivers of tears seemed endless as Talinda cried while being held tightly by her dark prince.
The colors were slowly molding together, creating a mix of orange and pink that shined down on the glowing couple.
The newly weds turned their attention to the sun that was slowly making its way behind the willow trees and creating the perfect setting for the perfect wedding.
They laid tangled in each others arms while the sun descended and the beginning of a new year started. For them, it was the beginning of a new life.
End
So how did you like it? Please review!:)
Chapter 1
The long silky dress draped down from her chest to her feet. The snow-white dress wrapped around her body and threatened to smother her in a sea of white. The veil she wore covered her face with a thin layer of snow that one could easily see through. Underneath the white she wore diamond-like slippers that were hidden from view.
The sun spilled its flames into the altar, causing Talinda’s dress to catch fire and sparkle like a million diamonds glittering in the sun. She lifted her dress up a little to adjust it and the fire touched the slippers, causing them to explode with shininess.
Her eyes traveled up and were caught by brown ones staring back at her. Talinda smiled up at Chester who was wearing a sleek black tux and a white shirt underneath it. His black hair stood up on his head and the flames on his wrists were covered by the white cuffs.
As soon as the preacher spoke his final words, Chester’s cool lips brushed against Talinda’s mouth, waiting for her to allow him inside. He didn’t have to wait long as Talinda’s own lips pressed back against his, their tongues clashing and their saliva mixing together and molding into one. The thunderous applause rang in their ears but they paid it no mind as they were lost in their own world. Slowly, their tongues recoiled back into their bodies like snakes. They joined hands as they walked down the steps and into the cheers of their family and friends. “Congrats man!” exclaimed Mike as he slapped Chester on the back in a friendly manner.
Chester grinned as the rest of the guys came over. He leaned over and softly pecked Talinda on the cheek. Talinda smiled as she returned it. “I love you.” She said softly.
Chester smiled. “I love you too.”
“Aw look at the lovebirds!” Joe cooed mockingly while laughing.
Chester glared at him as he gave him the middle finger. “Shut up Hoe Hahn. You’re just jealous of the fact that I can get any girl I want without even trying.”
Joe glared. “Come on, guys. Let’s let Chester have his special day.” Mike said as he motioned Joe to where the food was located.
Once they were gone, Talinda turned to Chester. “Let’s go have our first dance together babe.”
Chester grinned as they walked over to the dance floor. “I like that idea.”
“May I have your attention please.” said the announcer as he tapped his glass with a piece of silverware. “Will you please direct your attention to the dance floor where Mr. and Mrs. Bennington will have their first dance? Chester wrote a song specifically for this occasion. The song is called, “Give Me Your Name.”
Talinda looked up at Chester with a look on shock etched onto her face. “You wrote a song for me?”
Chester nodded. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re the only girl I ever truly loved.”
Talinda could feel liquid prickling at the end of her eyelids but held them back. “Oh Chester.”
The song started playing and Chester wrapped his arms around his white angel, holding her close as they danced to the song.
Give me a smile
Give me your name girl
Give me a sign to guide my way
And give what I came for
You
'Cause you don't come easy
Give me your hand
Come walk with me girl
Nothing's that far when your near
So come even closer to me
Something so easy to do
Talinda couldn’t stop the rivers of tears running down her face as she was held by Chester. He kissed her softly as he mouthed the lyrics to her.
And I fall into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper where all the pain goes
Give me a smile
Give me your name girl
Let them know that you're mine
And I'll do the same for you
'Cause our love comes easy
And I fall into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper where all the pain goes
“Oh Chester, it’s beautiful.” cried Talinda.
“I knew that you would like it.”
And I fall into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper where all the pain goes
With a smile into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper giving me new life
You're my life
You're my life
Once the song was over, Chester picked up Talinda bridal style and walked over to the balcony where the sky was turning a pink-ish color. The rivers of tears seemed endless as Talinda cried while being held tightly by her dark prince.
The colors were slowly molding together, creating a mix of orange and pink that shined down on the glowing couple.
The newly weds turned their attention to the sun that was slowly making its way behind the willow trees and creating the perfect setting for the perfect wedding.
They laid tangled in each others arms while the sun descended and the beginning of a new year started. For them, it was the beginning of a new life.
End
So how did you like it? Please review!:)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
New DBS show!
Dead by Sunrise will be playing in Grand Prairie, TX December 3rd! Tickets go on sale on friday the 30th! They will be playing at How the Edge Stole Chirstmas.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Chapter 3 of Daddy's Girl
Chapter 3
The mountains were painted with an orange streak of gold as the flaming ball rose into the sky, clearing the cloudless sky of darkness and enveloping it with light. The orange streak climbed higher and higher up the mountain until it reached the top and lit the tip of the mountain with gold before spiraling down the mountain like water running downstream. The light spread out and covered the land like a blanket, keeping everything inside of it warm. Birds chirped, welcoming the morning light and earthworms poked their heads out of the ground to bath in the lukewarm-like rays.
Owls retreated into their nests and crows cawed at the sunlight. Blue jays soared into the burning sky, cutting the sky with their wings as they flew back down and landed gracefully on a tree branch. A young rabbit emerged from its hole in the ground and nibbled on the sparkling grass that was being burned by the sun and was wet with dew.
As the wildlife was screaming, the golden blanket expanded further and shielded more land from the darkness that threatened to consume all. The shimmering glow rained down and drenched everything in a golden shower, expelling any darkness that might have been left.
Chester groaned as his face was hit with the overwhelming power of the sun and weakly opened his eyes, only to be blinded by the sun’s rays. “Stupid sun.” he grumbled under his breath as he got up and blindly searched for the curtains and snapped them shut, cutting off the light that spilled into his room that threatened to wake Talinda.
He went over to where his suitcases were and checked them to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. Once he was sure he had everything, he looked over to where his wife was sleeping to only find her awake. “Do you have everything?” she asked as Chester walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. “Not everything.” He said sadly as he kissed her softly.
“I know.” She whispered softly as a crystalline tear fell down her face.
Chester looked at her with crestfallen eyes. “I’ll call you everyday.”
Talinda nodded as she looked back at him with the same look in her eyes. “I will too. Matilda is gonna miss you.”
“I don’t know if I can stand being away from her for four months.” Talinda cupped Chester’s face in her hands as tears slid down his face like rainwater. “She’s so little and helpless. What if something happens while I’m gone and you’re not strong enough to protect her?”
“Nothing is gonna happen Chester.” Talinda reassured him. “I don’t want you to worry about us. I want you to have fun with the guys and the fans.”
Chester nodded. “But I-.” Talinda’s lips came crashing down and silenced Chester from finishing his sentence. Chester’s arm wrapped around her neck and he granted access to the tongue that was banging on the gates of his lips. Just as he rolled her over, a baby’s cry penetrated the golden moment and caused Chester to swear under his breath. “I’m also gonna miss that too.” Chester grinned as he ducked out of the room just in time to miss the pillow that was thrown his way.
He walked into his daughter’s room and ignored the pink walls that covered every inch of the room and the litter of stuffed pink animals that his wife insisted on buying. He walked over to the pink crib and picked up the wailing child from her prison. “Sssh, it’s ok. Daddy’s here.” He cooed softly at the red-faced baby. “I would be crying to if I was stuck in room full of pink.” He looked around the room with a disgusted look on his face. “I can’t believe I let Talinda talk me in to buying this stuff for her.” He said to himself as he walked over to the pink rocking chair and reluctantly sat down in it. He slowly rocked back and forth until Matilda stopped crying. He looked down at her and suddenly remembered why he came in here. He sighed as he looked down at his little girl who was wrapped in a pink blanket. Note to self: have a talk with Talinda when I get back. Chester thought to himself as he turned back to face reality. “Daddy’s going on tour for a while.” He began as he kept the tears from coming. “Daddy won’t be back for awhile so you be good for Mommy, alright?” he kissed the cooing babe on the forehead before walking over to the crib and laying her down. He picked up a sheet that wasn’t pink and placed it over her tiny body. “I love you.” He said as he kissed her one last time before going downstairs to where he knew Mike would be waiting for him.
Sure enough, just as he descended down the last flight of stairs, Mike’s spiky head greeted him at the bottom. “Hey man, ready to go?” Mike caught the sad look on Chester’s face and smiled as they walked out the door to the limo that was waiting for them. “Don’t worry Chester. I know it’s hard but they’re going to be fine. It’s not like the instant you leave some psychopath is going to come and kidnap them.” Chester shot Mike the death glare. “Relax man, I was just kidding.” Mike said as they boarded the limo.
Oh, if Mike only knew how right he was.
Yes I know. I’m evil right? If you wanna know what happens then you know the drill. REVIEW!!
The mountains were painted with an orange streak of gold as the flaming ball rose into the sky, clearing the cloudless sky of darkness and enveloping it with light. The orange streak climbed higher and higher up the mountain until it reached the top and lit the tip of the mountain with gold before spiraling down the mountain like water running downstream. The light spread out and covered the land like a blanket, keeping everything inside of it warm. Birds chirped, welcoming the morning light and earthworms poked their heads out of the ground to bath in the lukewarm-like rays.
Owls retreated into their nests and crows cawed at the sunlight. Blue jays soared into the burning sky, cutting the sky with their wings as they flew back down and landed gracefully on a tree branch. A young rabbit emerged from its hole in the ground and nibbled on the sparkling grass that was being burned by the sun and was wet with dew.
As the wildlife was screaming, the golden blanket expanded further and shielded more land from the darkness that threatened to consume all. The shimmering glow rained down and drenched everything in a golden shower, expelling any darkness that might have been left.
Chester groaned as his face was hit with the overwhelming power of the sun and weakly opened his eyes, only to be blinded by the sun’s rays. “Stupid sun.” he grumbled under his breath as he got up and blindly searched for the curtains and snapped them shut, cutting off the light that spilled into his room that threatened to wake Talinda.
He went over to where his suitcases were and checked them to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. Once he was sure he had everything, he looked over to where his wife was sleeping to only find her awake. “Do you have everything?” she asked as Chester walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. “Not everything.” He said sadly as he kissed her softly.
“I know.” She whispered softly as a crystalline tear fell down her face.
Chester looked at her with crestfallen eyes. “I’ll call you everyday.”
Talinda nodded as she looked back at him with the same look in her eyes. “I will too. Matilda is gonna miss you.”
“I don’t know if I can stand being away from her for four months.” Talinda cupped Chester’s face in her hands as tears slid down his face like rainwater. “She’s so little and helpless. What if something happens while I’m gone and you’re not strong enough to protect her?”
“Nothing is gonna happen Chester.” Talinda reassured him. “I don’t want you to worry about us. I want you to have fun with the guys and the fans.”
Chester nodded. “But I-.” Talinda’s lips came crashing down and silenced Chester from finishing his sentence. Chester’s arm wrapped around her neck and he granted access to the tongue that was banging on the gates of his lips. Just as he rolled her over, a baby’s cry penetrated the golden moment and caused Chester to swear under his breath. “I’m also gonna miss that too.” Chester grinned as he ducked out of the room just in time to miss the pillow that was thrown his way.
He walked into his daughter’s room and ignored the pink walls that covered every inch of the room and the litter of stuffed pink animals that his wife insisted on buying. He walked over to the pink crib and picked up the wailing child from her prison. “Sssh, it’s ok. Daddy’s here.” He cooed softly at the red-faced baby. “I would be crying to if I was stuck in room full of pink.” He looked around the room with a disgusted look on his face. “I can’t believe I let Talinda talk me in to buying this stuff for her.” He said to himself as he walked over to the pink rocking chair and reluctantly sat down in it. He slowly rocked back and forth until Matilda stopped crying. He looked down at her and suddenly remembered why he came in here. He sighed as he looked down at his little girl who was wrapped in a pink blanket. Note to self: have a talk with Talinda when I get back. Chester thought to himself as he turned back to face reality. “Daddy’s going on tour for a while.” He began as he kept the tears from coming. “Daddy won’t be back for awhile so you be good for Mommy, alright?” he kissed the cooing babe on the forehead before walking over to the crib and laying her down. He picked up a sheet that wasn’t pink and placed it over her tiny body. “I love you.” He said as he kissed her one last time before going downstairs to where he knew Mike would be waiting for him.
Sure enough, just as he descended down the last flight of stairs, Mike’s spiky head greeted him at the bottom. “Hey man, ready to go?” Mike caught the sad look on Chester’s face and smiled as they walked out the door to the limo that was waiting for them. “Don’t worry Chester. I know it’s hard but they’re going to be fine. It’s not like the instant you leave some psychopath is going to come and kidnap them.” Chester shot Mike the death glare. “Relax man, I was just kidding.” Mike said as they boarded the limo.
Oh, if Mike only knew how right he was.
Yes I know. I’m evil right? If you wanna know what happens then you know the drill. REVIEW!!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
9 years of Linkin Park
Today is the day the greatest music group came into the world. Today is Hybird Theory's birthday!!! The very 1st Linkin Park album came out today & changed music forever. let's honour this day by listening to HT & getting #LinkinParkDay a trending topic on twitter! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINKIN PARK! YOU GUYS WILL ALWAYS ROCK!!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Daddy's Girl: Chapter 2
Chapter 2
It has been a week since Matilda was let out of the hospital and she has been getting nothing but love and attention, especially from Chester. She was defiantly a daddy’s girl. Chester would buy her three to five bags of toys a day so Talinda has forbidden him to buy her anymore toys for awhile. “She has more toys then she needs! For God’s sake she’s only a week old!” Talinda exclaimed one day at Chester.
Chester sighed. “Ok, ok. I won’t buy her anymore.” Talinda smiled. Chester really loved Matilda. He’d do anything for her. She was his little girl; his princess.
Talinda walked into the living room and saw Chester sitting in the recliner with Matilda in his arms, singing “My December” to her. “This is my December, this is my snow-covered home.” He sang softly.
Chester then felt two slender arms wrap themselves around his neck. “I love it when you sing to her.” Talinda purred in his ear.
Chester craned his neck and planted a kiss on her cheek and smiled at her.
Matilda, seeing that her Daddy wasn’t paying her any attention, cooed up at him. Chester broke off from his wife’s kiss and looked down her. “You just want all the attention, don’t you?” he cooed teasing at her.
“I think she just wants all of Daddy’s attention.” Talinda said as she walked back to the kitchen.
Chester grinned. “Well, she can have all of Daddy’s attention that she wants.” He kissed her softly on her head. Matilda started to yawn. Chester pulled Matilda to his chest and made his way to the stairs. “C’mon, princess, time for your nap.”
He didn’t get very far before the doorbell started ringing. “Talinda, could you get that please?” Chester called over his shoulder as he ascended up the stairs.
“I’m on the phone!” Talinda called back from the kitchen.
Chester sighed as he went back downstairs and opened the door to reveal Joe, the mentally retarded one of the band. And here he thought it was someone important. This better be important. thought Chester bitterly. But with Joe, nothing’s important. “What do you want Joe?”
“Do you have the toys?” Joe asked excitedly.
“What toys?” asked Chester irritably.
“You know, Mr. Froggy’s babies and wife!” Joe exclaimed excitedly.
Chester stared at him like he was speaking Latian. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but I didn’t buy you any toys!”
“They’re not toys!” Joe exclaimed furiously, “they’re Mr. Froggy’s family!”
Chester was about to say something back when Matilda started to cry. “Shut that thing up and listen to me!” Joe whined like a little kid.
Talinda, hearing all the commotion, went into the living room. “What’s going on here?”
Chester walked over to her and gave her Matilda before turning back to Joe with the look of death etched onto his face. “You just made a grave mistake. Nobody makes my princess cry and gets away with it.” He snarled a viscous animal noise.
Joe closed his eyes and begged. “Please don’t hurt me Chester! I’m sorry!” Joe expected Chester to maul him, break some of his bones, and make him bleed to death, or kill him. Few minutes passed and Joe bravely cracked open an eye to see what was keeping Chester from ripping him apart. He saw a completely clam Chester standing in front of him. Too clam. Joe then realized that this kind of stuff always happens in the movies right before the victim is brutally tortured or killed.
Joe’s eyes widened and he screamed like he was in a horror movie. “SOMEBODY HELP ME!!” Joe screamed as he made a mad dash for the door. He tried to fling it open but it was locked. Joe glanced franticly behind him to see Chester advancing towards him slowly. Oh god, I’m gonna die and I haven’t even had children yet. Joe thought miserably.
Chester was coming closer and Joe was starting to lose his sanity. “MOMMY!!” Joe screamed in vain while banging on the door like a caged animal wanting to be let out. “PHOENIX, ROB, BRAD, MIKE!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!” Joe sobbed pitifully.
Chester grinned evilly as he got close. “You better run Joe.” Chester said in an eerie voice, “you don’t want me to get you.”
With a burst of adrenaline he never knew he had, Joe tore down the door and ran out of the house like a bat out of hell screaming “psychopath” while Chester was hot on his heels. “YOU BETTER RUN JOE IF YOU EVER WANT TO REPRODUCE IN THE FUTURE!!!” Joe sped up, not daring to look behind him.
Somewhere over the rainbow….
Brad sat in a rocking chair on his front porch, strumming his acoustic guitar and humming a song quietly to himself. All of the sudden, he heard a very loud girly scream off in the distance. He shook his head. “When will girls ever stop obsessing over clothes? It’s really annoying to hear about the latest shoe sale at Macy’s.” He then heard another person screaming. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “It’s probably just another stupid sale. Best thing to do is just ignore it.” He went back to playing his guitar, completely oblivious to what was happening.
Back to Joe and Chester….
Joe was still running like mad and Chester was still chasing him. Joe rounded a corner and his eyes widened when he came to a dead end. He whipped around and saw Chester standing at the entrance, blocking any chance of escape. The two walls on either side of Joe looked like they were going to close in on him any second. Joe closed his eyes and waited for Chester to pummel him.
Chester’s face broke out into a grin and burst out laughing. Joe opened his eyes and stared at Chester in bewilderment. “You should’ve seen your face!” Chester chortled, tears of laughter streaming down his face. “It was priceless.”
Joe glared at Chester. “You tricked me!” He shook with rage, “you’re evil Bennington. Pure evil.” He stormed up to Chester and shoved him out of the way and marched to his car. Chester continued to laugh hysterically as Joe gave him the middle finger and sped off in a fit of rage.
A/N: Hoped you liked it! Read and review plz!:)
It has been a week since Matilda was let out of the hospital and she has been getting nothing but love and attention, especially from Chester. She was defiantly a daddy’s girl. Chester would buy her three to five bags of toys a day so Talinda has forbidden him to buy her anymore toys for awhile. “She has more toys then she needs! For God’s sake she’s only a week old!” Talinda exclaimed one day at Chester.
Chester sighed. “Ok, ok. I won’t buy her anymore.” Talinda smiled. Chester really loved Matilda. He’d do anything for her. She was his little girl; his princess.
Talinda walked into the living room and saw Chester sitting in the recliner with Matilda in his arms, singing “My December” to her. “This is my December, this is my snow-covered home.” He sang softly.
Chester then felt two slender arms wrap themselves around his neck. “I love it when you sing to her.” Talinda purred in his ear.
Chester craned his neck and planted a kiss on her cheek and smiled at her.
Matilda, seeing that her Daddy wasn’t paying her any attention, cooed up at him. Chester broke off from his wife’s kiss and looked down her. “You just want all the attention, don’t you?” he cooed teasing at her.
“I think she just wants all of Daddy’s attention.” Talinda said as she walked back to the kitchen.
Chester grinned. “Well, she can have all of Daddy’s attention that she wants.” He kissed her softly on her head. Matilda started to yawn. Chester pulled Matilda to his chest and made his way to the stairs. “C’mon, princess, time for your nap.”
He didn’t get very far before the doorbell started ringing. “Talinda, could you get that please?” Chester called over his shoulder as he ascended up the stairs.
“I’m on the phone!” Talinda called back from the kitchen.
Chester sighed as he went back downstairs and opened the door to reveal Joe, the mentally retarded one of the band. And here he thought it was someone important. This better be important. thought Chester bitterly. But with Joe, nothing’s important. “What do you want Joe?”
“Do you have the toys?” Joe asked excitedly.
“What toys?” asked Chester irritably.
“You know, Mr. Froggy’s babies and wife!” Joe exclaimed excitedly.
Chester stared at him like he was speaking Latian. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but I didn’t buy you any toys!”
“They’re not toys!” Joe exclaimed furiously, “they’re Mr. Froggy’s family!”
Chester was about to say something back when Matilda started to cry. “Shut that thing up and listen to me!” Joe whined like a little kid.
Talinda, hearing all the commotion, went into the living room. “What’s going on here?”
Chester walked over to her and gave her Matilda before turning back to Joe with the look of death etched onto his face. “You just made a grave mistake. Nobody makes my princess cry and gets away with it.” He snarled a viscous animal noise.
Joe closed his eyes and begged. “Please don’t hurt me Chester! I’m sorry!” Joe expected Chester to maul him, break some of his bones, and make him bleed to death, or kill him. Few minutes passed and Joe bravely cracked open an eye to see what was keeping Chester from ripping him apart. He saw a completely clam Chester standing in front of him. Too clam. Joe then realized that this kind of stuff always happens in the movies right before the victim is brutally tortured or killed.
Joe’s eyes widened and he screamed like he was in a horror movie. “SOMEBODY HELP ME!!” Joe screamed as he made a mad dash for the door. He tried to fling it open but it was locked. Joe glanced franticly behind him to see Chester advancing towards him slowly. Oh god, I’m gonna die and I haven’t even had children yet. Joe thought miserably.
Chester was coming closer and Joe was starting to lose his sanity. “MOMMY!!” Joe screamed in vain while banging on the door like a caged animal wanting to be let out. “PHOENIX, ROB, BRAD, MIKE!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!” Joe sobbed pitifully.
Chester grinned evilly as he got close. “You better run Joe.” Chester said in an eerie voice, “you don’t want me to get you.”
With a burst of adrenaline he never knew he had, Joe tore down the door and ran out of the house like a bat out of hell screaming “psychopath” while Chester was hot on his heels. “YOU BETTER RUN JOE IF YOU EVER WANT TO REPRODUCE IN THE FUTURE!!!” Joe sped up, not daring to look behind him.
Somewhere over the rainbow….
Brad sat in a rocking chair on his front porch, strumming his acoustic guitar and humming a song quietly to himself. All of the sudden, he heard a very loud girly scream off in the distance. He shook his head. “When will girls ever stop obsessing over clothes? It’s really annoying to hear about the latest shoe sale at Macy’s.” He then heard another person screaming. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “It’s probably just another stupid sale. Best thing to do is just ignore it.” He went back to playing his guitar, completely oblivious to what was happening.
Back to Joe and Chester….
Joe was still running like mad and Chester was still chasing him. Joe rounded a corner and his eyes widened when he came to a dead end. He whipped around and saw Chester standing at the entrance, blocking any chance of escape. The two walls on either side of Joe looked like they were going to close in on him any second. Joe closed his eyes and waited for Chester to pummel him.
Chester’s face broke out into a grin and burst out laughing. Joe opened his eyes and stared at Chester in bewilderment. “You should’ve seen your face!” Chester chortled, tears of laughter streaming down his face. “It was priceless.”
Joe glared at Chester. “You tricked me!” He shook with rage, “you’re evil Bennington. Pure evil.” He stormed up to Chester and shoved him out of the way and marched to his car. Chester continued to laugh hysterically as Joe gave him the middle finger and sped off in a fit of rage.
A/N: Hoped you liked it! Read and review plz!:)
Friday, October 16, 2009
DBS getting ready 4 letterman!
Chester Bennington and his new band are getting ready for their network TV debut, the same day that their new record, 'Out Of Ashes,' debuts at record outlets everywhere. He's very excited.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
DBS record "Out of Ashes" is out today!
The day is finally here! After 4 years of hiding in the dark, Dead by Sunrise finally released Out of Ashes today!:) Head over to the nearest CD store & grab youself a copy of this awesome record!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
New story: Daddy's Girl
Summary: ever wondered what would happen if Chester and Talinda ever had a little girl? This is my take on what would happen.
Chapter 1
The smell of disinfectant and strong chemicals hung in the air. Chester sat nervously in the waiting room, biting his nails and trying to keep clam. He stared at the closed door in front of him that held his pregnant wife and soon-to-be-born child with an anxious look on his face. He had no idea what to expect. He and his wife had both refused to know the sex of the baby until it was born. The suspense was killing Chester.
A doctor in a long white coat approached Chester in a friendly manner. “Congratulations Mr. Bennington.” said the doctor cheerfully, “you have a baby girl. You’re welcome to see your wife now.” The doctor walked away, leaving Chester to absorb this new information.
A girl. Thought Chester in awe, I’m going to have a little girl. New emotions stared swimming inside of him. Fear, apprehension, love, and joy. All bubbling at the surface like a volcano ready to explode.
He slowly made his way to the door and gripped the handle, realizing for the first time that his palms were soaking in sweat. He cautiously opened the door slowly and timidly as if something vile was waiting behind the door, ready to grab him the second he walked through it.
He peered inside and looked around at all the machines and curtains until he saw Talinda. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. Talinda was propped up on the bed, hair frazzled and face red with tears streaks on them, but smiling like she just won the lottery. Inside her arms was a light pink blanket that she held closely to her chest and was looking at it with absolute love in her eyes. “Chester, come here.”
Chester slowly walked up to where his wife layed and planted a kiss on her lips. He then broke off from the passionate kiss and looked down at his daughter that was hidden by the blanket. Chester held his arms out. “May I?” he asked Talinda.
“Of course, she’s your daughter too.” Talinda smiled as Chester reached down and took the newborn from her. He pulled back the blankets so he could see her face better and found two brown orbs looking back at him. Wisps of brown hair were visible on her head and she had rosy, round cheeks. Chester could feel his heart melting. He had never seen something so beautiful in his life. Only knowing her for five minutes and he loved her uncontrollably already. He then realized that they didn’t have a name. “What are we going to name her?”
Talinda looked at him. “I was thinking we could name her Matilda. Matilda Charles Bennington. Do you like it?”
Chester could feel tears at the edges of his eyes but didn’t bother holding them back. They fell down his face like a river going downstream. “I love it.” He managed to choke out. He looked down at Matilda and found that her eyes were disappearing behind her eyelids. He smiled at her as a few drops of salt water splashed onto her pink cheeks. “Sweet dreams, my princess.”
Chapter 1
The smell of disinfectant and strong chemicals hung in the air. Chester sat nervously in the waiting room, biting his nails and trying to keep clam. He stared at the closed door in front of him that held his pregnant wife and soon-to-be-born child with an anxious look on his face. He had no idea what to expect. He and his wife had both refused to know the sex of the baby until it was born. The suspense was killing Chester.
A doctor in a long white coat approached Chester in a friendly manner. “Congratulations Mr. Bennington.” said the doctor cheerfully, “you have a baby girl. You’re welcome to see your wife now.” The doctor walked away, leaving Chester to absorb this new information.
A girl. Thought Chester in awe, I’m going to have a little girl. New emotions stared swimming inside of him. Fear, apprehension, love, and joy. All bubbling at the surface like a volcano ready to explode.
He slowly made his way to the door and gripped the handle, realizing for the first time that his palms were soaking in sweat. He cautiously opened the door slowly and timidly as if something vile was waiting behind the door, ready to grab him the second he walked through it.
He peered inside and looked around at all the machines and curtains until he saw Talinda. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. Talinda was propped up on the bed, hair frazzled and face red with tears streaks on them, but smiling like she just won the lottery. Inside her arms was a light pink blanket that she held closely to her chest and was looking at it with absolute love in her eyes. “Chester, come here.”
Chester slowly walked up to where his wife layed and planted a kiss on her lips. He then broke off from the passionate kiss and looked down at his daughter that was hidden by the blanket. Chester held his arms out. “May I?” he asked Talinda.
“Of course, she’s your daughter too.” Talinda smiled as Chester reached down and took the newborn from her. He pulled back the blankets so he could see her face better and found two brown orbs looking back at him. Wisps of brown hair were visible on her head and she had rosy, round cheeks. Chester could feel his heart melting. He had never seen something so beautiful in his life. Only knowing her for five minutes and he loved her uncontrollably already. He then realized that they didn’t have a name. “What are we going to name her?”
Talinda looked at him. “I was thinking we could name her Matilda. Matilda Charles Bennington. Do you like it?”
Chester could feel tears at the edges of his eyes but didn’t bother holding them back. They fell down his face like a river going downstream. “I love it.” He managed to choke out. He looked down at Matilda and found that her eyes were disappearing behind her eyelids. He smiled at her as a few drops of salt water splashed onto her pink cheeks. “Sweet dreams, my princess.”
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
DBS video
Check out a DBS vid of Chester doing vocals on the track "Too Late" with his producer Howard Benson.
Tracking "Too Late" with Howard Benson
Tracking "Too Late" with Howard Benson
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Chester and ryan interview about DBS
Here u can check out the interview that Chester and ryan did where they talked about DBS and other funny stuff 2:)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
New DBS vid
Check out a vid of the writing of DBS and chester balences linkin park & dbs. Watch it on their facebook or myspace page!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
"Crawl back in" out now!
Dead by Sunrise (DBS) has released their new single "Crawl back in" listen to it here http://www.myspace.com/deadbysunrise
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Follow Chester on Twitter!
This is late but for those of you that don't know, Chester has a twitter account and u can follow him @ChesterBe.
Monday, May 25, 2009
New story: the Making of the LPU CD
A/N: I got this idea from the LPU 08 CD. Please review and enjoy!!
Chapter 1
Mike: (is at the studio having the normal band meeting.) What should we do for the new LPU CD?
Chester: I don’t know.
Joe: Ooooh!! I know!! We could parody Fergie!!
Chester: Yeah, and we could also write a song about how we don’t like doing laundry!
Mike: You can’t be serious. The fans will be PISSED! They want remixes and b-sides, not some crap about how Fergie is gay and about how we don’t like doing chores!
Brad: Can I say something?
Mike: As long it’s something intelligent.
Brad: I suggest we write songs parodying little kids’ songs.
Mike: (bangs head on table) NO! We are not doing that. Understand?
Chester: (ignoring Mike) Let’s write a song about the alphabet.
Joe: Ok!
Mike: (sighs) fine, we are doing the songs; but if a mobbing crowd comes after us asking about why there are no remixes and b-sides-.
Chaz: You’ll kill us.
Mike: No, I was planning on blaming Brad, Joe, and you for the reason that this year’s LPU album sucked so bad.
Chaz: But you haven’t even heard it yet.
Mike: So? I already know what it’s going to sound like.
Phi: What’s it going to sound like?
Mike: Like crap.
Chaz: You don’t know that. For all we know it could be good crap.
Mike: It’s going to be bad crap then when the fans hear it, they’re going to light a fire and throw it in there.
Rob: He does have a point, Chester. Who would want to listen to a song about you not liking doing laundry?
Chester: I know it sounds boring, but that’s why we have to make it sound funny. We can’t be serious, we have to loosen up and fool around.
Mike: You do have a good point there, but how do we do that?
Chester: Simple. We have to make the beats catchy and fun to listen to, and then we have to make our voices blend in with the song.
Mike: So we have to use a lot of techno crap?
Chester: Pretty much.
Mike: I still don’t like it. How about we just remix the whole Minutes to Midnight CD?
Chester: Hell no! (suddenly has an idea). Hey Mike, I think you were right about our idea. It was stupid and we should do the MTM remix.
Mike: Really Chaz? Are you sure?
Chester: Yes I’m sure. But first I think you need a drink.
Mike: What for?
Chester: Oh, just to cool off and relax because you’ve been really stressed lately with the LPU album and our forth studio album coming up.
Mike: I think you’re right Chester. You know what? I’m gonna go have a drink and then it’s back to work. (goes to the kitchen).
Brad: (glares at Chester) what was that for?
Joe: Yeah, we wanted to make funny songs!
Chester: Patients my friends. My plan is working.
Joe: What plan?
Chester: I only told Mike that we would do the MTM remix so he would get off our backs. Plus, the reason I told him to go get a drink is because Mike gets so drunk that he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. We’ll have our album finished in no time. (does the chemist laugh).
Brad: Even if we pull this off, Mike’s gonna kill you when he gets sober.
Chester: No he won’t because he’ll listen to the CD, laugh about it, and forget all about killing me. The fans will love it, well, the ones that have a sense of humor will; and Mike will thank me for doing this.
Joe: I love the way you think.
Brad: You can get yourself killed but I want no part of your scheme.
Rob and Phi: We don’t like Mike when he’s pissed.
Chaz: (looks at Joe) are you with me?
Joe: Umm. (looks at everyone else). I’m not too thrilled about having my life cut short.
Chaz: Fine, I guess It’ll just be Mike and I then.
(Mike comes back from the kitchen looking completely wasted).
Brad, Joe, Phi, and Rob: Hey Mike, we really have to go. Hope the record turns out to be good! (door slams).
Mike: (looks at Chester with bloodshot eyes) what’s going on?
Chester: They’re just going out to get some things. C’mon, lets work.
Mike: Umm. Ok.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. It’s not very exciting but the second chapter will be. Please review!
Chapter 1
Mike: (is at the studio having the normal band meeting.) What should we do for the new LPU CD?
Chester: I don’t know.
Joe: Ooooh!! I know!! We could parody Fergie!!
Chester: Yeah, and we could also write a song about how we don’t like doing laundry!
Mike: You can’t be serious. The fans will be PISSED! They want remixes and b-sides, not some crap about how Fergie is gay and about how we don’t like doing chores!
Brad: Can I say something?
Mike: As long it’s something intelligent.
Brad: I suggest we write songs parodying little kids’ songs.
Mike: (bangs head on table) NO! We are not doing that. Understand?
Chester: (ignoring Mike) Let’s write a song about the alphabet.
Joe: Ok!
Mike: (sighs) fine, we are doing the songs; but if a mobbing crowd comes after us asking about why there are no remixes and b-sides-.
Chaz: You’ll kill us.
Mike: No, I was planning on blaming Brad, Joe, and you for the reason that this year’s LPU album sucked so bad.
Chaz: But you haven’t even heard it yet.
Mike: So? I already know what it’s going to sound like.
Phi: What’s it going to sound like?
Mike: Like crap.
Chaz: You don’t know that. For all we know it could be good crap.
Mike: It’s going to be bad crap then when the fans hear it, they’re going to light a fire and throw it in there.
Rob: He does have a point, Chester. Who would want to listen to a song about you not liking doing laundry?
Chester: I know it sounds boring, but that’s why we have to make it sound funny. We can’t be serious, we have to loosen up and fool around.
Mike: You do have a good point there, but how do we do that?
Chester: Simple. We have to make the beats catchy and fun to listen to, and then we have to make our voices blend in with the song.
Mike: So we have to use a lot of techno crap?
Chester: Pretty much.
Mike: I still don’t like it. How about we just remix the whole Minutes to Midnight CD?
Chester: Hell no! (suddenly has an idea). Hey Mike, I think you were right about our idea. It was stupid and we should do the MTM remix.
Mike: Really Chaz? Are you sure?
Chester: Yes I’m sure. But first I think you need a drink.
Mike: What for?
Chester: Oh, just to cool off and relax because you’ve been really stressed lately with the LPU album and our forth studio album coming up.
Mike: I think you’re right Chester. You know what? I’m gonna go have a drink and then it’s back to work. (goes to the kitchen).
Brad: (glares at Chester) what was that for?
Joe: Yeah, we wanted to make funny songs!
Chester: Patients my friends. My plan is working.
Joe: What plan?
Chester: I only told Mike that we would do the MTM remix so he would get off our backs. Plus, the reason I told him to go get a drink is because Mike gets so drunk that he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. We’ll have our album finished in no time. (does the chemist laugh).
Brad: Even if we pull this off, Mike’s gonna kill you when he gets sober.
Chester: No he won’t because he’ll listen to the CD, laugh about it, and forget all about killing me. The fans will love it, well, the ones that have a sense of humor will; and Mike will thank me for doing this.
Joe: I love the way you think.
Brad: You can get yourself killed but I want no part of your scheme.
Rob and Phi: We don’t like Mike when he’s pissed.
Chaz: (looks at Joe) are you with me?
Joe: Umm. (looks at everyone else). I’m not too thrilled about having my life cut short.
Chaz: Fine, I guess It’ll just be Mike and I then.
(Mike comes back from the kitchen looking completely wasted).
Brad, Joe, Phi, and Rob: Hey Mike, we really have to go. Hope the record turns out to be good! (door slams).
Mike: (looks at Chester with bloodshot eyes) what’s going on?
Chester: They’re just going out to get some things. C’mon, lets work.
Mike: Umm. Ok.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. It’s not very exciting but the second chapter will be. Please review!
LP new song, New Divide is out!
Just wanted to say that the song for the new Transformers movie, Revenge of the Fallen is out! New Divide is the name of the new song and is avilable on itunes!!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Happy Birthday Chester!!!
I'm going to be on vacation for awhile and we don't have internet service there so I wanted to wish Chester an early Happy Birthday!!! He's turning 33!!:)
Fun fact: The reason Friday is called Good Friday is because Chester's B-day is on that day!!
Fun fact: The reason Friday is called Good Friday is because Chester's B-day is on that day!!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Happy Birthday
I know this is late but I wanted to wish Joe and Tyler (Chester's son) a Happy Birthday!! Hope they had a good one! Joe is 32 and Tyler is 3.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
LP Fiction
I'm going to post a story on here that I wrote. Please give some feedback!! Thanks!
Chapter 1
Draven woke up with a start, sweat running down his body and his breathing coming out in short little gasps. It was still dark outside and the light from the moon came pouring into his bedroom, giving him a little bit of sight.
Draven glanced in the direction of his door; his father’s and mother’s bedroom was only two doors down. Maybe he could make it there without being caught by the monsters that lurked the house at night? But still, the nightmare he had was still too scary to go back to sleep.
Slowly, Draven climbed out of his bed and carefully put his feet on the ground before making his way to the door. Grasping the door handle tightly, the little hands turned the knob until it opened up and allowed entrance to the hallway.
Seizing the opportunity, Draven ran quickly to the other end of the dark and narrow hallway to the closed bedroom door.
The door squeaked ever so slightly as weight was being put on it. Draven poked his head in as he opened the door a little bit more and looked around the room for his daddy. The room was painted baby blue color that displayed endless amounts of pictures on the wall. Most of them were pictures of the family and some of them were pictures of the band. Vases and other valuable stuff covered the majority of the room besides the pictures. The closet door was closed but Draven knew that there were thousands upon thousands of shoes and clothes in there. Whenever his daddy would go on tour, he would always bring about 20 pairs of shoes with him. He carried more stuff then the rest of the band when it came to accessories and jewelry.
Draven finally located the flame-shaped wrist that hung loosely over the side of the bed and eagerly made his way over there.
“Daddy.” Draven whispered as he tugged on the colored wrist.
Seeing that he got no response, Draven tried again. “Daddy.” he said more loudly.
Still, no response.
Getting angry, Draven tugged on the wrist harder. “DADDY!”
Draven giggled while he watched Chester almost jump out of his skin and jumped a mile high into the air. Once he regained his composure, Chester turned around and found the source of what woke him up. “Draven, it’s the middle of the night. What are you doing up?” Chester asked while rubbing the sleep out of his eye.
“I had a bad dream.” Draven whimpered slightly, the happiness from his chocolate eyes gone and replaced with sorrow and sadness.
Chester sighed as he reached down and picked up his four-year old son. “Tell me what happened.” he said gently as he sat Draven in his lap and gave him his undivided attention.
Draven fiddled with his thumbs for a bit before beginning, tears appearing in his eyes. “You and the band were ’forming on stage and you got hurt and died.”
Chester smiled sympathetically at his son and wiped away the tears poring out of his eyes. “That was just a dream baby. It’s never going to happen and I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, ok?” He kissed the top of Draven’s forehead softly while reassuring him that everything is going to be okay.
“Otay.” he smiled slightly.
Chester smiled. “Good. Now come on, it’s time for you to get back to bed.” he glanced over to his right to see that Samantha was still asleep. “But lets be real quiet so we don’t wake mommy, ok?”
Draven nodded as he layed his head on Chester’s shoulder. In a couple of seconds, he was out like a light.
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Once Chester reached Draven’s room, he carefully layed the tiny body onto the soft mattress and covered him with his Pokemon blanket that had a picture of a little yellow mouse with red cheeks. Chester ruffled his son’s hair before standing up and taking a look around the room. The walls were painted blue with race cars zooming down them. A box of toys was placed neatly in the corner which contained an avalanche of toy cars, Transformers action figures, Dragon Ball Z action figures, etc. Draven also had a stack of CD’s in his room. Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana, and, of course, Linkin Park were the first ones up there.
Chester smiled at the sight of his son’s room. He then looked down at his peaceful son, asleep with his thumb in his mouth. His creamy face was relaxed and content as he slept the night away. Chester kissed his son one last time before walking over to the door and closing it. “Goodnight Draven.” Chester’s voice faded in the wind as quietness loomed over the Bennington’s residence and everyone went into bissful sleep.
The End
Chapter 1
Draven woke up with a start, sweat running down his body and his breathing coming out in short little gasps. It was still dark outside and the light from the moon came pouring into his bedroom, giving him a little bit of sight.
Draven glanced in the direction of his door; his father’s and mother’s bedroom was only two doors down. Maybe he could make it there without being caught by the monsters that lurked the house at night? But still, the nightmare he had was still too scary to go back to sleep.
Slowly, Draven climbed out of his bed and carefully put his feet on the ground before making his way to the door. Grasping the door handle tightly, the little hands turned the knob until it opened up and allowed entrance to the hallway.
Seizing the opportunity, Draven ran quickly to the other end of the dark and narrow hallway to the closed bedroom door.
The door squeaked ever so slightly as weight was being put on it. Draven poked his head in as he opened the door a little bit more and looked around the room for his daddy. The room was painted baby blue color that displayed endless amounts of pictures on the wall. Most of them were pictures of the family and some of them were pictures of the band. Vases and other valuable stuff covered the majority of the room besides the pictures. The closet door was closed but Draven knew that there were thousands upon thousands of shoes and clothes in there. Whenever his daddy would go on tour, he would always bring about 20 pairs of shoes with him. He carried more stuff then the rest of the band when it came to accessories and jewelry.
Draven finally located the flame-shaped wrist that hung loosely over the side of the bed and eagerly made his way over there.
“Daddy.” Draven whispered as he tugged on the colored wrist.
Seeing that he got no response, Draven tried again. “Daddy.” he said more loudly.
Still, no response.
Getting angry, Draven tugged on the wrist harder. “DADDY!”
Draven giggled while he watched Chester almost jump out of his skin and jumped a mile high into the air. Once he regained his composure, Chester turned around and found the source of what woke him up. “Draven, it’s the middle of the night. What are you doing up?” Chester asked while rubbing the sleep out of his eye.
“I had a bad dream.” Draven whimpered slightly, the happiness from his chocolate eyes gone and replaced with sorrow and sadness.
Chester sighed as he reached down and picked up his four-year old son. “Tell me what happened.” he said gently as he sat Draven in his lap and gave him his undivided attention.
Draven fiddled with his thumbs for a bit before beginning, tears appearing in his eyes. “You and the band were ’forming on stage and you got hurt and died.”
Chester smiled sympathetically at his son and wiped away the tears poring out of his eyes. “That was just a dream baby. It’s never going to happen and I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, ok?” He kissed the top of Draven’s forehead softly while reassuring him that everything is going to be okay.
“Otay.” he smiled slightly.
Chester smiled. “Good. Now come on, it’s time for you to get back to bed.” he glanced over to his right to see that Samantha was still asleep. “But lets be real quiet so we don’t wake mommy, ok?”
Draven nodded as he layed his head on Chester’s shoulder. In a couple of seconds, he was out like a light.
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Once Chester reached Draven’s room, he carefully layed the tiny body onto the soft mattress and covered him with his Pokemon blanket that had a picture of a little yellow mouse with red cheeks. Chester ruffled his son’s hair before standing up and taking a look around the room. The walls were painted blue with race cars zooming down them. A box of toys was placed neatly in the corner which contained an avalanche of toy cars, Transformers action figures, Dragon Ball Z action figures, etc. Draven also had a stack of CD’s in his room. Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana, and, of course, Linkin Park were the first ones up there.
Chester smiled at the sight of his son’s room. He then looked down at his peaceful son, asleep with his thumb in his mouth. His creamy face was relaxed and content as he slept the night away. Chester kissed his son one last time before walking over to the door and closing it. “Goodnight Draven.” Chester’s voice faded in the wind as quietness loomed over the Bennington’s residence and everyone went into bissful sleep.
The End
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Chester Dream
Last night I had a dream about Chester. (Which is rare, because I hardly dream about him, which is weird.) I don't remember where I was at, but I remember running after Chester but he only went farther away.:( I can't even get him in my dreams! How sad is that??
Lame post, I know. I'll post a more decent one sometime!:)
Lame post, I know. I'll post a more decent one sometime!:)
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Chester chat was awesome!!
The Chester chat was awesome!! He stayed for two hours and answered 79 questions!! We got through all 26 lettaz in da alphabet (for the first time:) and Chester broke LPU history by doing so!!
Congrats on Chester for staying that long and answering our questions!! LP is the best ever!!
Congrats on Chester for staying that long and answering our questions!! LP is the best ever!!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
LPU CHAT WITH CHESTER!!
As you may know if your apart of the LPU, Chester will be chatting with the LPU members TOMORROW at 4pm PST. This is a once and a century life time chance so be sure to join!! If your not apart of the LPU, it's not too late to join! Sign up here: http://www.lpunderground.com/join
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Chester in Crank 2
Incase some of u didn't know, Chester will make an appearance in the second Crank movie!! He was in the first one, and now he's gonna be in the second one which is supposed to be releashed sometime in April. I'm not going to watch the whole thing, just the part Chester's in like i did with the last one. I'm not big on rated R movies so i never watch them. (This is an exception though).
You can watch the trailer HERE
You can watch the trailer HERE
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