Post by ameliakatejames on Aug 27, 2011 19:59:32 GMT -5
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MISS AMELIA KATE JAMES
twenty two | musician | shantel vansanten
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" Well I guess I should start by introducing myself. The name is Amelia Kate James, I was named after my Daddy's mom and sister. I don't mind it so much, there never seems to be many Amelia's running around. At times I quite often get called Amy or AJ by some of my family or Milly/La by a lot of my friends Yeah, who knew Amelia could form so many nicknames?. I turned twenty two not so long ago, it was a day I was dreading. I mean turning twenty one is exciting. You finally get to [legally] buy alcohol but twenty two? What exactly does that age mean? I'll tell you - nothing. It just means I'm one step closer to thirty. So as a child of a rockstar - I mentioned that right? It was only natural that I followed in my Daddy's footsteps. I'm in the midst of writing/recording for my debut album. I should apologise, I'm one of these people who likes to ramble on slightly. What is it you were asking? Oh, okay. Well I'm straight, currently crushing on my manager but that's as far as it goes right now. Music is my life, I would hate to do anything that would ruin it. Plus, he really is an amazing manager and a great friend.
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" First thing anyone would probably say about me is that I wear my heart on my sleeve. I can't help it, apparently my eyes give me away so why bother hiding it? I'm quite the emotional person whether it be real life situations or a damn commercial that has a sad story and even sadder music playing in the background. I've always seen myself as a bit of a happy-go-lucky kind of girl. I like to live life for the now, I don't see the point in putting anything off for tomorrow because let's face it, I could easily be hit by a bus or gunned down by some psycho. Unfortunately that trait stemmed from my childhood days and if I didn't want to do homework and head out to the beach instead - I did just that. I got away with a lot as a kid, I was a complete Daddy's girl. So you can say I'm used to getting my own way although I don't throw some kind of fit or tantrum if I don't..I'm just surprised.
I'm a complete social butterfly, I'm not trying to brag or be big headed..I've just always had a lot of friends and always been liked. I find it easy to talk to people and I like talking to new people. I love to hear their stories, views on everything etc. My friends would tell you I'm adventurous which I would agree with. I love to try anything new and anything that challenges me, whether it be jumping out of a plan or something less adrenaline filled, I'll try anything.
Messy, stubborn and impatient are three things I will admit about myself..and probably a lot of my friends would say the same as well. I try to be organised, I really do...but the thought of having to sit and think about a system and tidying up really bores me. That's not to say my house is a complete mess where I have rubbish thrown around everywhere...it's just not immaculate. Stubborn and Impatient is something I get from my grandmother apparently. If I believe in something I will refuse to back down from it...even if I know i'm wrong, I still like to make my point heard and known. Okay so a little more facts about me..I'm going to list them if that's okay?
Likes: Singing, sports [playing and watching], acting, horror movies, coffee, driving, dancing, partying with friends, snow, shopping.
Dislikes: The ocean, media/press,storms, clowns, feeling trapped or tied down, her mother, cooking, ice cream.
Fears: following in my father's footsteps, never finding that special someone, the ocean.
Goals: To inspire others with my music, to just continue being happy with life and hopefully making the right choices. "
" So you want to know all about my life? Okay, well I guess I should start right from the beginning. As you know my name is Amelia Kate James, I was born to my mother Rhiannon and my father Richie. Yes he is the Richie James. You see my father was a world famous musician, mostly famous for his amazing talent with drums. I was an only child and because of that I spent most of my life growing up on a tour bus. Not that I minded, it was pretty awesome. When we weren't on the road, we lived in LA. My life wasn't perfect but it was exciting. I got to experience so many things that others could only dream off. So a lot would say I was lucky in that way but being the daughter of a famous parent had it's downfall. The main one being the press. It was strange that people were waiting outside our house to snap a picture of us eating breakfast... I mean, what was exciting about seeing 3 people tucking into a bowl of cereal? I guess however I have them to thank for my interest and passion in photography. I waned to understand why they would wait for hours on our lawn with their cameras and so I begged my father to buy me one for my birthday (which of course he did). I remember when I got it and discovered I could capture a single moment of magic through the lens and as it turned out, I was pretty good at it. I can remember being young, walking out to the lawn with my camera in hand and asking them what they were waiting for because they were missing out on so much magic elsewhere around them.
As I entered my teens, Dad's career began to slow down slightly, he seemed less interested in touring and his music as it turns out he had become quite the drug addict. Apparently it was something that had been going on for quite a while but being so young I had never realised it. It was his addiction that drove the family apart. My parents would fight every time they were in the same room together and I felt useless. I tried telling my mom that he just needed help and needed us to stick by him but all she said was that she had had enough of him and I was stupid for thinking he could be helped. That was the night she upped and left us. I was 16. To me, my dad was my hero so I stuck by him. I spoke to everyone I could about getting him help and he eventually agreed to rehab. He stayed clean for almost a year. His career even picked up once again and he told me that he had re-found his passion for music. Unfortunately it was short-lived, he was once again back into his old ways. A few days before my 18th birthday he died. Funnily enough it was from an overdose but from a car wreck.
You could say after that my whole world sort of crumbled. I fell into a dark place and hid myself from the world. I felt as if all eyes were on me, that people would be blaming me for his death somehow. Rumours of suicide floated around the press and a part of me couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth in that. For a while, I kept myself closed off. I tried hard to blend in with the normal world and found a night class at college and studied professionally in photography. It was perhaps after that, that I realised I was letting my dad down. I wasn't living the life I should be, I wasn't being myself and eventually, with the help of some friends I climbed out of the deep hole I'd dug myself in. Even though photography was a passion it wasn't something I wanted to just focus on. I loved music. I knew what a song could do for me and I wanted to do that for other people. I had always written songs since I was young but now was the time to do something. I eventually called up some of my Dad's friends and contacts who put me in touch with all the right people. It wasn't long before I landed a recording deal with my dad's old company, I guess it does pay off being the daughter of a rock star. I expressed I wanted full control and to my surprise they agreed which is why I know find myself in Lima, Ohio. This was where my Dad was born..and even though we only visited maybe twice when I was younger, it was a place he always spoke highly off. I hope that by coming here I will be inspired to write music that can help others as well as myself. So Lima Ohio, I hope you're ready for the invasion of a rock stars daughter. "
*waves* Hey guys, the name is Elle i'm twenty two and have been rp-ing for around 3/4 years...maybe even longer. If you want to get a hold of me then PM is fine..although I live in England so just keep in mind the time difference
. I love this board, it looks so pretty and everyone on here seems super nice! I also somewhat based this charre of Molly Gunn from Uptown Girls, the whole musicians daughter part. Hope that's okay!
Beth Corcoran found herself wandering the streets of Ohio. Her feet were kicking aimlessly at the ground beneath her as her head kept firmly pointing down. Her once care-free, quirky self had been replaced with someone more quiet and reserved after the events that had unfolded in her life the past week.
A small sigh escaped from Beth's mouth as she tried to piece together everything that happened. Everything had seemed to spiral out of control after she found out her mother had lied to her. It was always obvious to Beth she was adopted, it was obvious to most but Shelby had always insisted that she didn't know anything about Beth's birth parents and as it turned out, that wasn't the case. Then of course came the meeting with her mother, Quinn which had left her more confused than ever,
Hearing the message alert for her phone, Beth rummaged around in her bag until she felt the familiar object. Pulling it out she read the message from her best friend. Typically, at the time when she really needed her she was away and as much as Beth wanted to talk to someone about what was happening, she didn't want to bother her friend while on holiday. Typing a quick reply, Beth put the phone back into her bag. She paused in her step to glance up where she was. A small frown appeared on her face as she whipped her head around to take in her surroundings. She was lost. Growing up, Beth had stuck to her usual hang-outs and never ventured far from them, she liked the comfort of familiar things. Placing her hands on her hips, she attempted to get her bearings. Finally picking a direction, Beth began to walk a few paces and caught sight of a slightly small and tucked away coffee shop. It seemed like one of the typical small town ones you would see on those TV shows like Gilmore girls, she mused to herself.
Deciding a small break wouldn't do any harm, Beth made her way over to the shop. As she pushed open the door, she couldn't help but suddenly feel like all eyes were on her. 'Definitely like Gilmore girls' she repeated as she gave the regulars a small smile before making her way over to the counter. Ordering a coffee, Beth waited patiently for it . As it was passed over, Beth thanked the man and headed to one of the tables that seemed to be quietly tucked away from others.
It wasn't particularly cold but Beth wrapped her hands around the steaming mug to get some warmth. Her eyes seemed to be content with staring at the dark coloured liquid and she easily got lost in her own thoughts. It wasn't the striking of the piano that shook Beth from her own world, it was a mixture of the voice and the words. Lifting her head slightly, she left it frozen mid-way, tilting it slightly as if it would help her hear.
“Sometimes I wonder where I've been who I am, do I fit in?”. The words, they seemed so perfect. She continued to listen to the soft voice and the words that were being sung. It was as if this girl was seeing straight through Beth, knowing her every thought and feelings. When the music came to a stop, Beth's head eventually looked straight up as she began to clap her hands together for the voice that had just been speaking to her. Beth had always believed in the power of music - songs were healing and the fact that she had stumbled upon this coffee shop and heard this song was enough for Beth to believe that music could answer any problem. Beth's eyes began to scan the room until they fell upon the girl who had just been on the stage. Eventually seeing the piano, Beth noticed a brunette stepping down from it. It wasn't until the brunette sat at one of the stools that wasn't all that far from Beth's table that Beth's mouth fell open in shock.
"You have got to be kidding me" she gasped out as her eyes were glued to the girl. Rachel freaking Berry. Shelby's first daughter. Her mother's some-what enemy from high school. Her adopted sister. Rachel Berry.
Beth knew that her staring was obvious but the sudden appearance of Rachel was too shocking for her not to. Why out of all the coffee shops in Ohio did she have to stumble into this one?
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