( YOU HAD ME AT FIRST GLANCE ) *joannah

[CHRISTOFER MADDOX SHAW]

and, I'll watch the stars as they collide
in my eyes, they don't see
THAT I DON'T BREATHE, THE WAY I USED TO
( YEAH MY LIPS, WHOAH, THEY DON'T SING)

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[/color]hristofer shuffled through the large group of people that were milling around backstage. The set had been a success; a sold out show, and he was definitely stoked about it. Grinning from ear to ear, he chatted with his manager briefly before breaking away from him and walking out to the main area to greet his fans. That was the highlight of every set he played, greeting the fans; it always boosted his morale and put the biggest smile on his face to sign the autographs and take the pictures. As he pushed through the doors, he laughed slightly as he was almost immediately swarmed with his fans. Passing out hugs and such as if it were no problem, he chatted with most, if not all, of the people that ran up to him enthusiastically. As the other members passed by him, he patted them on the back and gave a couple of them high fives as they also mingled about, signing autographs and taking pictures, just as he was doing. The atmosphere was electric, and the seventeen year old kid lived for it. Sometimes he couldn't believe he was this young and already living his dream. Grinning from ear to ear, he took a picture with a rather cute blonde girl before joining his drummer, Nathan, in a picture. Once it was over, all the members moved behind a table where they were set up to autograph pictures of themselves and t-shirts, cd's, and anything else the fans wanted them to sign. Christofer sighed slightly, happily, ecstatic to be chasing his dream so endlessly.

Glancing up, he noticed their manager coming towards them with a new stack of pictures. Taking them out of his hand, he set them on the table and smiled at the next girl in line, signing the picture before passing it to his bassist while grabbing the next picture, laughing and chatting with the people that were in line. One thing was for sure, nobody that had ever met Christofer or the rest of NeverShoutNever could ever say the guys were rude or anything, because that was definitely the farthest from the truth for the guys. Their mentality was, the fans were what kept the band going and what made everything possible, so being rude to them was never an option for any of the band members. After a few more pictures, he stretched a bit and raised his head to look out, when a flash of red hair caught his eye, followed by a girl turning and looking at him, and he felt his eyes go wide and his breathing go shallow, his mouth opening just a bit. Suddenly, it felt as if the entire world froze; and then, in a flash, she was gone and he was being elbowed in the ribs by Taylor, the bass player, DUDE! EARTH TO CHRISTOFER! What's going on man, pay attention! Turning his head to look at Taylor, he rose from his chair and cleared his throat, hands shaking slightly, I'll be back in a few, man... I gotta go do something real quick. And without another word, he pushed away from the table and shuffled his way through the crowd, eyes scanning throughout frantically. He heard his name being called, the voice sounding a lot like his best friend trailing behind him, but he just kept moving. Then, he spotted the red hair again, and pushed his way through the crowd of people towards the girl, though it seemed to be no good.

Ending up backstage, he was gasping for air as he looked around frantically, searching desperately for the girl he had seen, but finding that she was nowhere to be found. Turning in circles, chest heaving with each breath, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he jumped a bit, startled. Turning around swiftly, he looked into the face of Taylor, who had a concerned look on his face, Dude, Christofer, what the hell? You left fans just standing in line; what just got into you? You've never done that... Are you alright, man? Shaking his head, the seventeen year old boy looked into the face of his friend and swallowed, You didn't happen to see a red haired girl did you? Like, you didn't see where she went, did you? Taylor raised an eyebrow, but he nodded, Yeah I saw her, she just went out the side door backstage like, a couple of minutes ago. I was looking for you when I saw her. Why, what's going on? Pulling away from Taylor, he walked swiftly towards the backstage doors the girl had gone through, calling over his shoulder that he would explain later. Reaching the doors and pushing them open, he stepped out into the frigid night air, his breath coming out in visible clouds before him as he all but ran towards the street, scanning the area for that spark of red hair, but not finding it. Stepping onto the sidewalk, he stopped moving and looked around. Sighing softly, he discovered that she was nowhere to be found. Running a hand over his face, he exhaled sharply and furrowed his brow before turning around and heading back towards the venue, casting one final glance over his shoulder before finally heading back inside and back towards the autograph table, the image of that girl dwelling in his mind.[/blockquote][/ul][/size]

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now i know my abc's , 896, without coding
tag - you're it dollface , joannah michelle adams
every picasso has his muse , nevershoutnever<3
every person has to wear clothing , clickyy!
play it again sam , lyrics used were the one and only nevershoutnever's heregoesnothin
the credits are rolling , abbie.doll; will.<3sam of caution 2.0 <3 made this mind blowing template. please, please don't make her get the ninja bunnies after you! which meanssss, no credit removing. it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside. =)

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[JOANNAH MICHELLE ADAMS]

joannah smiled to all of the people around her as she stood there alone staring to the band that made her life worth living. everything about her besides nevershoutnever was worthless crap, she wasn't even supposed to be there at that moment, she could be dead, she couldn't stop thinking about that night, that terrible night where she... she closed her eyes for a few seconds as she let some tears fall, in the middle of the huge crowd that was jumping up and down. she felt a bit of an oucast because everybody seemed to happy and cheering, as she was sad and needed someone to make her feel better. she looked straight ahead as she looked to chris, the lead singer. he was the kind of guy that would get all the attentions specially by the ladies, seventeen, young, rich and handsome. everything a girl liked in a men, to jojo everything was far more different, she didn't need the money for anything, all she needed was someone to protect her from the pain and he evil that was coming. looking right into his eyes, she could feel he was different from all the other guys, he was more sensible, just like she was, she was a painter, she had to be sensible by nature, the way she got way more sensible, was something unknown to others but she knew everything. sold out, this show was sold out, she didn't know how she was still in one piece, she has been to at least three concerts of them and she would always end up being crushed in the middle of the crowd but today they seem to be a little bit more calm that usually. she looked around as she spot this tall guy looking right into her, she could recognize those eyes everywhere. she started to freak out, what was he doing there? she walked out as the show ended, she hide herself in a dark corner waiting for all the people to leave so she could finally leave. but she was screwed, she needed to get out of there sooner because she didn't want to get caught by the monster.

she spot as the band all left outside for the sighing and the pictures and all of those things, she just stood there in the corner looking over to him. she couldn't help but smile seeing hoe they were so good with people, they were good for their fans, nobody could say they were bad because they never were. she felt a hand on her shoulder and it was like her whole world froze. she looked back as he was looking right into her. she couldn't help but to squeel a bit. she was scared, she couldn't believe he was back, he after all killed her mother. she walked back towards some tables as she started to run as soon as she saw him looking to her, those eyes looking to her as she let the tears fall from her eyes once again. that had to be the worse day in her life maybe. she walked over to where was a lot of people, it was the end of the line but she had no way she was getting anything because of her father. he was the mosnter in her life, he had murdered her mother and then abused her, he didn't kill jojo after because the cops came and saved her from his hands. if they didn't she would be next to her mother. she stopped there looking to the man staring at her with his eyes sharpened. she was scared and she didn't know what to do. she walked again out of the place that she was before into some place more dark, she stood there for a few seconds just looking around and around to see if she spotted him. instead all she was chris passing by her like she wasn't even there, that meant he missed her. he didn't saw her, and she felt like this thing in her heart stinging. she shook her head fast as she could feel him getting close and close. she turned around and there he was once again. she shook her head and started running towards the backstage doors, she finally got out of the building.

she looked around as she could feel it, he was close, she started to run towards where she thought it was her house, her new house at least, she didn't know where she was after running during too much time. she stopped by this alley where she could see some boxes there, she went to them and crawl behind one. she let her body stay there as she saw him pass by. she closed her eyes hoping wishing he didn't saw her, she was just feeling that if he got her it was her end. she stood there for a few minutes as the street got completely silent and she finally got out. she looked from side to side of the street and started once again walking not knowing where she was going.

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TAGGED CHRISTOFER. OUTFIT OUTFIT HERE.
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[CHRISTOFER MADDOX SHAW]

and, I'll watch the stars as they collide
in my eyes, they don't see
THAT I DON'T BREATHE, THE WAY I USED TO
( YEAH MY LIPS, WHOAH, THEY DON'T SING)

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[/color]e couldn't believe that he had missed her. Forcing a facade, something he hadn't had to do for the longest time, he finished signing autographs and greeting the rest of the fans before they all finally went backstage once again to pack their things up. It was their final show for the tour they had been on for months now, and it had been an amazing way to end the tour. Now, he simply wished he had gotten to that girl. He wasn't sure why she had moved so fast or disappeared so quickly, but he was sure there was a reason as to why she had done such a thing. The glimpse he had caught of her lingered in the forefront of his mind. It was safe to say she had already captured his heart, and he couldn't deny it. He knew, very deep down inside, that she was the girl he had been waiting on almost his entire life. From what he had seen, she was absolutely stunning, beautiful, and breathtaking and he would do whatever it took to find her and make her his. Something was telling him that she was worth every bit of effort he could give to find her. In his mind, lyrics were already forming for the final song they would be putting on the EP, which would be released in just a couple of short weeks.

Once everything was completed, Christofer said goodbye to everyone in the band and made promises to call them tomorrow so they would be able to finish recording and get the EP on its way. Pushing through the doors and putting his hands in his coat, he moved slowly down the sidewalk, a million and one thoughts brimming in his mind, all of them scenarios of what could have happened had he caught the girl, and what would happen when he found her. She was the one he'd been waiting for, and he knew it. He'd even been waiting for her when he was dating his ex, though she had been his first love she definitely hadn't been his true love, and he was able to confidently say he'd never been in love with her. Sure, he had had really strong feelings for the girl, but as far as being in love with her, well, that had never happened. The two had been broken up for some time now anyways; she was in college and he was living the life he'd always wanted to live. He was living his dream, and at such a young age; he felt proud at his dedication to the band, and a small smile crept upon his face. He couldn't believe that he was in the position he was in, and had all the money he had. Of course, he would never allow that to go to his head. Not in a million years; it just wasn't his style. He would much rather remain the sweet kid he was now, than turn into some greedy, money loving douchebag. He saw that happen so often, and it really was quite sickening.

Shuffling down the sidewalk, and moving closer to his home, he allowed his mind to take him into a daydreaming state, all filled with the girl he had only caught a glimpse of. He didn't know what she looked like, other than the bit of her face he had caught from the line, but that didn't matter and it didn't stop him from daydreaming. A smile spread across his face as the thoughts played through his mind like his favorite movie. He couldn't wait to find her, and he could feel the determination growing and flowing through his blood, warming him slightly as his nerves began to fire off slightly with the exciting prospect of finding the red haired girl of his dreams. There was something making him so sure that once he found her, everything would work out perfectly, just as he was currently dreaming it would. He was normally a confident and optimistic kid, but never was he so sure about something of this magnitude, but he wasn't the slightest bit afraid or worried of being turned down or never finding her. His faith was already building, and he knew that it would take a lot to destroy it. He would find the girl he had seen, come hell or high water.[/blockquote][/ul][/size]

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now i know my abc's , 732, without coding
tag - you're it dollface , joannah michelle adams
every picasso has his muse , nevershoutnever<3
every person has to wear clothing , clickyy!
play it again sam , lyrics used were the one and only nevershoutnever's heregoesnothin
the credits are rolling , abbie.doll; will.<3sam of caution 2.0 <3 made this mind blowing template. please, please don't make her get the ninja bunnies after you! which meanssss, no credit removing. it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside. =)

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[JOANNAH MICHELLE ADAMS]

sometimes, joannah would wonder why life was so unfair to her, nothing ever since she was born has ever worked out for her, she always had something happening to her, and the good stuff where she could say she was happy it was for a split second, something would come and just crush it to the ground, like someone was there watching her being happy and the second she smiled there was something to come and just wash the happiness away to give her to bad news or just take someone from her! pain was a constant thing in her life, she was born with bad luck, bad karma, bad everything. she looked around as she kept walking, the cold started to hit her body as it got colder and colder, she could feel it she was being watched, he was watching her. she looked around once again looking for him, he was there, trying to get to her again. she started to panic wishing she had someone to help her and save her from the monster that was after her, to get her and to do things she couldn't handle again to feel. it was so scary she just started to run again, she didn't even notice she was going to cross the street as she heard the car honk sound at her and the car breaking hard and almost hitting her. she looked to the woman who started to scream at her, she just shook her head and continued running towards where she could see it was her place. she wanted to feel safe again and right now her house was maybe the only place she would feel safe. well that wasn't her house, it was but it wasn't. nothing could ever replace the place she always lived in before. after what happened, she couldn't even been living in the same town and the house was ever worse. she remembered the next couple of days that she had to go there to pic up her stuff she had flashbacks of what happened and she would start to cry without being able to stop. it was like this feeling inside of her, she wanted to stop but she couldn't, it hurt so much she wanted someone to help her through it. she looked once again to where she was coming back and just sighed. help me lord, please! she thought as she grabbed her necklace with a cross in it in her hand strongly.

she turned her back to be facing where she was going as she saw him there, looking to her, right in the eyes, like he was ready to get her, she shook her head as she let the tears fall from her eyes. as she was about to turn to be facing the other way, she tripped and fell on the hard floor as he got closer, she tried to get up but had some trouble doing it because of her hurt knee. she looked to him as he put his hand on her shoulder. "jo, wait i wanna talk to you! i am not going to hurt you!" he said to her as she looked to him. how could she believe him? that was the thing he told her after he murdered her mother and then came to her and abused her, he actually took her virginity away, she could ever forgive him, he took away two of the most important things in her life in only one night, how was she supposedly should believe him? she just couldn't, if she ever did that, she would probably go and kill herself to that fact she would forgive him for everything he did! she looked to him shaking her head while getting up. "never, i can't forgive you... ever, you... monster! leave me alone!" she said to him as she started to walk away as fast as she could with her leg hurting like hell. she looked behind her as she saw him just standing there moving, she sighed in relief as she finally found her house. she got in and just ran inside closing the door safety behind her. she looked as her foster mom looked out of the living room room and her mouth just opened until it was on the floor, she looked to her with her eyes all watery. "joannah, what happened to you?!" she asked her but joannah avoided her by running upstairs and locked herself in her room.

she walked over to her bed laying there cuddling to herself by bringing her legs up to her chest and just wrapping her arms around it. she closed her eyes and wished this nightmare would just disappear, like it did for a couple of weeks, she was actually happy, a little, getting over everything even though she would cry as she went to bed when she remembered that her mother wouldn't be there the next day. she just closed her eyes as the sound on her door become louder and louder in her head. "joannah, open the door. tell me what is going on?!!" her foster mother said, while trying to open the door. she raised her head a bit and just sighed. "i am good, please leave me alone! i want to be alone!" she said for the first time to her 'mother', she had never said to anyone to leave her alone, not to someone she loved at least, as she actually was starting to love her foster parents. she just curled back into a tiny ball as she sniffled hard against her knees, this was the worse day after her mother funeral.

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