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Doubt whom you will, but never yourself. -Christine Bovee


"Oh my god," Sascha groaned as Breaker Street trailed backstage after their first concert. "That was awful."

Rory blinked in mild surprise. Apparently their young keyboardist had expected a better reception. "The crowd wasn't all that bad, lass."

Her eyebrows arched in incredulity. "Are you kidding me? They were so god-awfully bored! And the hecklers--"

Kreske hooted with laughter, still spinning his drumsticks through his fingers. "That? That wasn't heckling, Sascha sweet. That was just a few catcalls."

( Sascha did not look appeased. )

Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 973

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were …


June 17th, 2009

Rory had been sure that the hardest part of getting to Venice to see Pippa would be cutting loose from Breaker Street's schedule of promotional appearances for their debut album. The head of PR for Serptichore Records had indeed gotten in a fume about his request … more of a demand, really … which the singer bypassed by going straight to the top, namely Robbie Fellowes' office. Rory had been prepared to argue, cajole, insist, anything necessary to get his way with the man he'd known all his life as Robin Goodfellow. Robin, however, had listened to his explanation with narrowed eyes, and then ( shocked the hell out of him. )


Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 645

Type in the following and choose the first choice...

1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
Rory needs to get to Australia!

2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
Rory looks like he wants to kick my ass. (But I don't even know you!)

3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
Rory does Windows Mobile Development. (Ah ... no.)

4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
Rory hates your extended network view more.

5: Type in "[your name] goes" or "..has gone" in Google search:
Rory goes to church?! (You don't need to sound quite so shocked, thank you ...)

6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
Rory loves ... Dean. (I'm pretty sure this is TV related. ;) )

7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
Rory eats a banana. (...)

8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
Rory has Facebook now!

9: Type in "[your name] can" in Google Search:
Rory can't fail. (That's nice and encouraging.)

10: Type in "[your name] will" in Google search:
Rory will be leaving! (*bows and exits*)

I guess that means Rory has left the building?

Rory took another pass through his living room to ensure that the premises looked at least decent, sprinkled with a little comfortable clutter instead of out and out messy. Normally he did a better job of keeping his Woodside apartment tidy, but lately he had been too busy. Practice, meetings, interviews, planning sessions, photo ops and more practice had sucked up the last dregs of his free time, until he barely had a few minutes even to keep in touch with his family anymore.

Of course, if he had more time at home, there would be more mess needing cleaning. He supposed it evened out in some ways.

But today he'd managed to wedge open a slice of his schedule for an interview he actually anticipated with pleasure instead of resignation. Instead of talking to jaded music industry reporters on the hunt for shallow gossip material, he'd be discussing Breaker Street's debut CD with a young man who actually shared Rory's passion for music. Instead of gritting his teeth and reminding himself that he was doing all this to help his band, he could enjoy the fact that he was helping a friend spice up his class assignment. Rory whistled a few bars from Automatic Panic as he arranged his electronic keyboard and six-string acoustic guitar ready to hand for demo purposes.

Only then did it occur to him to glance in a mirror. Eh. He'd do. Jeans, a blue sleeveless t-shirt and a mane of dark hair that wasn't any more rumpled than usual. A buzz from the intercomm told him that his guest was right on time. "Hello, is that you Val?"

What makes you warm?
The sun on your skin
Or a summer storm?
Rain? Rain on your face
Rain that you can taste
Slowly as it drips
Down your lips
Like a kiss
From the one you love


(flashback to June of 1998)

Rory had agreed to come with me on the Washington assignment, which was nice from more standpoints than just the readily available sex. The magazine that was leasing Ben Wentworth's illustrious photographic skills had also graciously agreed to pay an assistant to hump my equipment around and pose tiny in the corners of panoramic shots, and Rory had always been accommodating about both. Besides, hacking around the Olympic Peninsula for five months without sight of familiar company would annoy even the antisocial beast I can sometimes be.

( Warning, there is nudity back hyar. )

Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 1693

The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

So to start off with, I got five from Val:

father - My father, Ruairí MacEibhir. My namesake, in fact, Rory is an Anglicized version and Stone a stage name I chose because MacEibhir's too easily mangled. Other than that ... he's my da. Always there for me in one way or another, I don't know what I'd be without him. He's the center around which my family orbits.

music - If you want me to elaborate on music, I could go on for some time. Suffice to say that for me music is true love and true frustration, the highs and the lows all blended. To meld notes and lyrics together, polish them with the rest of Breaker Street, each member adding a bit of his or her essence to it, then present the end result to a crowd hungry for the sound and emotion ... that's what makes me feel completely me.

fame - I've learned about fame on a small scale, as Breaker Street gained a reputation and following in the NYC club scene. If we're as lucky as we are good, we'll soon be learning about it on a larger scale. I'm equal parts excited and nervous about that prospect. It's ... strange, having people so focused on you. All kinds of strange.

Irish - Well. Yes, I am, exceedingly. I was born and raised in Connemara, and am one of a dwindling minority who speaks Irish Gaelic as a first language. My mother always said we were a nation of poets and warriors. I've tried to stick to the former, but I can be the latter if need demands.

cool - I'll take this as a compliment and thank you for it. I don't know how cool I really am ... I certainly have plenty of what Sascha calls dorky moments. But I think cool is at bottom a quality of liking yourself and being comfortable in your own skin. Which I do and am, most of the time.

( And five more from Pippa )

( Peter's five )

( Another five from Jean-Paul )

[locked away from nosy fan-types]

Advance warning, there's a fair amount of TMI ( behind this cut. Laine, I don't think you want to click. Really. )

Done and done. Any questions?