Dallas
Bande sonore
Cette forme le lobotomisait; Dallas le savait, pouvait sentir qu'il fonctionnait son chemin autour de sa tête avec des petites pinces et cueillir, cueillir, cueillir. Dieu en haut, ça allait être nul. Était-ce ce que les demandes d'emploi se sentaient comme? Il avait cherché un emploi chez Five Guys dans le mois prochain ou deux - parce qu'il n'était pas assez occupé avec des candidatures ou des notes ou son compte Twitter ou etcetera - mais si un changement de poche de rechange signifiait un autre formulaire lui demandant ce qu'il pensait de sa propre personnalité, il prendrait plus tôt ses chances comme un jongalo ou quelque chose. Slim et joli était censé être un grand marché. Dal pourrait tuer.
Au moins, il pourrait écrire le mot 'bouche' beaucoup. Ça a aidé la forme à s'envoler. Ça et Florence. L'anglais était normalement sa classe d'As Cities Burn, mais ce formulaire l'avait dans l'humeur de quelque chose de plus théâtral et d'écrire sur ses préférences musicales allait le bousculer s'il ne pouvait pas avoir un petit écran lui disant quelle musique il aimait. Personne n'a jamais aimé entendre tout ça. J'ai dû entrer dans les détails et la merde. C'est vrai.
Au moins il l'a fait; il était un écrivain rapide, et sa finesse était assez soignée en dépit de sa vitesse, donc il a obtenu la forme faite et a bifurqué un crayon parier ses doigts avec quelque chose qui même pas un extraterrestre sans capacité de contorsion de ses muscles du visage pourrait se tromper d'intérêt. Quand la cloche sonna, il sentit qu'il avait pris son premier souffle en une heure et demie. Ce seul souffle soulagé l'a porté jusqu'au déjeuner, quand il s'est rendu compte... que FUCK... il s'était rationné beaucoup trop de temps pour le déjeuner. Son cul stupide avait été prêt à commander une pizza... ou prendre un jogging chez Wendy... ou quelque chose qui constituerait probablement un saut. Ajoutez ça au fait qu'il n'aurait même pas le temps de manger à moins que ce ne soit sur le dos du jogging, et que ses plans de déjeuner viennent d'être garrotés... à moins que...
C'était ça. Il suffit de sauter le déjeuner, de s'asseoir à l'extérieur pendant un petit moment et de profiter de la brise, de vérifier les textes qu'il avait soufflés en anglais, et de manger deux hamburgers après le cours pour rattraper le retard. Alors dis à maman qu'il en a mangé un pour le déjeuner et demande un petit remboursement. Deux hamburgers et de l'argent pour rien un vendredi soir. Keikaku, putain de dori.
Tant que ce projet anglais n'a pas été totalement nul (ce qui, bien sûr, jusqu'à ce qu'il ne l'ait pas été) alors aujourd'hui pourrait bien tourner.
"Oh, my own voice cannot save me now...it's just one more breath, then I'll go down."
What is your real name?
Oh boy. Fine. Dallas Brett Green.
Are you male or female?
Male. Go ahead, do a double take, ain't nothin' new.
What is your age?
17
When is your birthday?
July 22nd
What grade are you in?
12th. Hopefully for the only time, if I can charm my way through this project.
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
How many people already wrote music as the first item on their list? Over/under is five, I'm saying...under. Just barely. Music is definitely "my life," so to speak, and I've been good at it since I was old enough to hold my first Beatles note - guitar, bass, harmonica, I dabble in piano but I have no room in my place for a piano anymore, and definitely singing. Never my own lyrics. Don't even joke. Uhhh...shit, I dunno, I kind of tackled music in phases, I guess? Before junior year or so, I was on a big metalcore kick, The Devil Wears Prada, Sky Eats Airplane, The Word Alive, all that shit. Kinda fell out of it, but sometimes I'll turn it on when I need something to get me through BSing Anatomy homework. These days it's more indie shit, some lower-fi electronic, even getting into some older punk.
Kind of still sing Beatles shit, too. Come Together is a jam and a half. Sgt. Pepper's is a masterpiece. You know nothing about basic music if you disagree, and you deserve to be put on a watchlist of people who need their ears sterilized.
Other than that...you know, I don't know that there's much to me. I loved the beach, but we had to make trips to the beach in the first place even BEFORE we moved here. Good fucking luck finding a reason to get in a pair of boardshorts now, dude. I draw occasionally, mostly clothing ideas. I love the way I look (and so will you!) I worked a job at Starbucks for a few months, but I was better at the chatting people up part of the job than I was at getting their coffee right. Like I care how much fucking foam your boyfriend wants. Always remember to tip, guys and gals. We earn that shit.
Will I get in trouble for cursing on this? I think I have enough cell phone offenses that I end up in-school suspended next.
How would you describe your personality?
Really couldn't tell from this sheet, huh? A'ight. I guess I could get on your nerves...you know, if you were fucking boring. We'll just say I know how to talk to people, alright? It's a useful skill to have when you need to talk yourself into more time to study, or printing out that assignment you ~totally did~ in the lab down the hall. Flirty? Yeah, okay. Obscene? Ouch, but I guess a little. Irritating? ...Again, yeah, if you were fucking boring. I make things exciting. It's just the way I am.
Flirting! Right, I mentioned that. I love to flirt. I love to charm people. It's worth it making someone smile even if they hate your ass to kingdom come. Flirt with everybody, connect with somebody special, you know? That's not a bad rule to live by. Not gonna pretend I'm some kind of Casanova who can get anybody to tear my pants off, those types don't exist, but like I said. I'm a talker. I'm a joker, too. If I can make you smile, it's just step one to making you laugh until you choke. Which is always a good time.
What has your life been like so far?
Ahhh, you know, not much to complain about. Both parents still together, we ain't poor or anything, only child yadda yadda. I'm not gonna pretend it's all smiles and roses, but I've gotten out of some jams at parties (with a few great stories to tell at the next party), disappointed my parents a couple times, made 'em proud a few others. It was a lot easier to do both back in California, let me tell you. Yeah, did I mention that? San Francisco Bay, from the age of 'fetus' to sixteen. Yeah, I'm a new-ish kid. Only been here a year and three days. And already blowing it in Anatomy. C'mon, don't judge me, man/babe/nonbinary affectionate slang, what was YOUR anatomy grade like? Yeah. Yeah. I'm workin' on it.
Anyway, we moved here because Dad wanted some kind of writer's retreat  and Mom wanted herself a little time to unwind and bond with me again  and Maine was the farthest place we could get without a passport. Man, did you know people are expected to wear hoodies around here? And that it's COLD!? That was never in the brochure. I've spent more money on hoodies than I have on Pre-Calc homework.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Tony Snark
What are your thoughts on the project?
Is my partner cute? You haven't picked yet? Okay. Just remember I asked.
Anyway, the project. Right. Well, I mean, like I said like a gajillion times by now. I can talk to people. I know how to get 'em to open up and talk 'em through their shit, and since the entire project is people opening up to me, THAT's the hard part out of the way. Right? My English grade's gonna be flawless after this. That never hurts.
Anything else you'd like to add?
No, but really...are they cute?