sandandwater: (looking down)
February 15, 2009

Rory,

I know that your album is set for release this month and I’m sure you’re caught up in a frenzy of activity and celebration because of this. I’m writing because I wanted to tell you that despite everything else, above all else, I am so very proud of you. The rest of the band as well, but mostly you. I always knew you had it within you to do this, Ro. Always.

I once told Mike not to count on Breaker Street being a regular act at Last Call for long because unlike so many other bands that came through those doors you six had “it”. You had the drive, the talent, the raw want and need. Anyone that’s ever heard you perform as a group could see that. And when Robbie Fellowes agreed to come listen to you—on what I thought was an indulgent whim because of my nattering—I knew you wouldn’t be walking away from that meeting without everything you’ve always deserved.

Of course, I didn’t know then that I’d have to nudge and convince, poke and prod you into accepting that offer or into believing in yourself as much as I did. Still do. I always will. You’re so very talented, gifted and gracious about it. I hope you never lose sight of that, of who you are. Don’t let fame change you, don’t let the publicists force you to be someone you aren’t, make it about the music. Isn’t that what you always told me? It was about the music and the audience, making that connection. Baby, you’re going to be so connected you won’t know what’s hit you and neither will they.

I debated for a while whether or not I should write this let alone send it but I finally decided that the things I wanted to say, needed to tell you, were worth putting into print and worth sharing with you. You deserve to know that I wish you well, that I think the world of you and want nothing but the best for all of you. Give Junie, Nil, Sascha, Dave and Kreske my regards.

Mi manchi*,

Pippa

P.S. I’ve held on to this bracelet for the better part of a year, I bought it intending to give it to you as a gift at your first wrap party. I hope you’ll still accept it in the spirit in which I give it. No strings attached, no promises made. It’s just me wanting you to remember that your Believer Girl does.



ooc: * I miss you
sandandwater: (damaged love)
If it makes you happy // It can't be that bad // If it makes you happy // Then why the hell are you so sad


“It’s going to be like this from now on, isn’t it?”

“Hmm? Like what, sweet?”

“This. Us. Barely seeing each other and when we do…”Read more... )
sandandwater: ([short] down)
10. I'm easy as gin // I'm as gentle as sleep // But I'm not satisfied
(Deborah Conway – ‘I’m Not Satisfied’)

Saturday night and she’s back on the clock, working in the bar, being Last Call’s resident outstanding waitress. She doesn’t skip a table, mess up an order, spill a single drink. The bartenders are glad to have her around, she keeps her tabs organized and collects on them discretely and her empties never clutter their workspace. All the other servers are thrilled to let her sort out problems as they arise, figure the tips, juggle the schedules. It’s as if Pippa Kerr has never left. That two, almost three, month gap where she’d not worked a single shift couldn’t have been real. It feels just like old times.

Almost.

The music is different. The band isn’t as good. They aren’t bad by any means and the customers seem to enjoy them a great deal but the red haired woman with a tray in her hand can’t keep herself from looking at the stage and seeing someone else up there. Breaker Street is gone; Rory Stone’s warm and melodic baritone isn’t going to wrap itself around her as she makes her way between tables. The set list full of familiar tunes won’t be there to flood her mind with memories, good or bad. She isn’t going to return the flirtatious smiles and winks of the lead singer when he manages to catch her eye.

Unsettling.

For nearly two years now, she had a routine in this place. Wednesdays and Saturdays have been the touchstones of her life. Her security and stability. The crowd used to be made up of (mostly) familiar faces, the staff had been friends not just coworkers and the music—the music had been outstanding. The band had been good, too good as they finally managed to prove, and now they’d moved on to bigger and better things. With them went a lot of the regulars, their weekly habits changing during the ups and downs of trying to replace what had been the hallmark good time at Last Call.

Change.

As she closes up later, once all the patrons have gone and the band—what is their name again—has been paid, Pippa finds herself wondering how much more it’s going to change and whether or not she can change with it. Then it occurs to her as she’s walking to her car, alert and aware of Mike Owens standing in the doorway watching her, that she’s the one who has been changed. It’s still a bar, the music is still live and the drinks are still strong. The customers are happy to pay and the waitresses pleased to serve. She’s the one who is no longer the same.

Pippa Kerr//Last Call//441
sandandwater: (Default)
ooc: Rory, Serptichore, Breaker Street are all snagged and borrowed from their muns for this prompt. Any remarks about the band, the record label and  other people mentioned should be construed as tabloid speculation and not concrete fact.


Dead End for Breaker Street

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sandandwater: (volume control)


Firstly, this is my favorite music video, ever. Well, the original version anyhow. Secondly, Ro...you'll know Breaker Street has arrived when someone does this to one of your music videos. Thirdly, please make sure you guys shoot at least one horribly odd video that these guys can play with.

OOC:

Aug. 24th, 2008 02:56 am
sandandwater: (bunny headslam)
http://community.livejournal.com/breakerstreet/profile

Peter has launched a fan-site for Breaker Street, the rock band led by Rory Stone ([livejournal.com profile] fey_fire). You know, the one Pippa Kerr ([livejournal.com profile] sand_andwater) never shuts up about? That one. Completely fictional band, complete with NPC members to back Rory up. Don't bother googling the song titles, the mun made them up.

Here's the meta-fun part:

Rory doesn't know about the site as yet. Peter's not going to tell him because well, hey...land of awkward at the moment. However, I have set up the lj comm to serve as a faux website for the band. No new posts will be made, the existing ones will be edited as needed.

If you have NYC based muses that may have seen the band play anywhere (I have club listings eve, I'm handy that way) feel free to let your characters fan-girl or pan the band. Seriously. And you don't have to join the comm to comment. You don't even have to be logged in. I honestly don't care. Chaos in the message board is welcome. (Well not by the muse, but who cares).

I, along with Rory's mun do have a few lulz up our sleeves for the mock-message board and the website will end up being something that drives Peter nuts...Pippa too.

Just a heads up as to what my muses will be referencing from time to time. Feel free to join in or rubberneck.
sandandwater: (volume control)
Ro and I took Mr. Beaker to the park earlier today and wore my dear puppy dog out. He doesn't quite have the concept of
fetch
down yet, but he'll chase anything you throw for him. I guess it's a good thing both Ro and I are pretty good with a Frisbee. We ended up playing more of a 'monkey in the middle' game with Mr. Beaker than anything else.

When I left for work Mr. Beaker was fast asleep and sleeping quite hard in the middle of the living room floor. Frisbee tucked under his chin. He's just the most adorable thing ever. Love my puppy.

Now I'm listening to Breaker Street's Saturday night sound check and warm up. I'm crushed. You'd think for his biggest fan, Rory Stone would take requests but he just won't do it. I even asked politely. Sweetly. And gave him several options to choose from.*

It's going to be a good night, the band looks great, sounds better and I just won a 'who can stuff more cherries into their mouths' contest with the other waitresses. Don't ask, we're just being silly and completely juvenile tonight.
I hope Ro didn't see the disgusting way I spit the fruit back out into a glass.
The bartenders had to pony up ten bucks each for the tip jar for that one.

I should really go take the bottled water over to the stage and finish setting up so I can open the front doors.

*MmmBop, Centerfold, Gold Digger, Sexyback, Dancing Queen, You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman...
sandandwater: (believer girl)
I think I'm calling in and begging off work tonight. I'm so utterly exhausted. I have been working nights for the last two weeks straight and frankly, last night was the nail in my little waitressing coffin. Packed house, filled to capacity and then some, which while I know if technically against the rules, can I help it if people kept milling around inside and out of Last Call, coming in to have a drink or two and then meandering back outside because they could still hear the band from the patio?

I love that Breaker Street has such a huge local fan base but there are times that I really wish they weren't so enthusiastic. I was elbowed, shoved, stepped on and just generally knocked around more last night than I have ever been. It's amazing that I didn't spill anything on people. And Mike wonders why I resort of walking across table tops and the bar at times.

And so help me, if I have to resort to slapping a giant "He's Taken" sticker on Ro's forehead, I will. I don't even want to tell you how many times I was asked if I knew his phone number, if he had a girlfriend (or boyfriend in a couple of instances) and oh, a whole host of appalling questions I'm not even willing to repeat.

Though Ro, you might want to tell Kreske that there's a very persistent brunette who reeeeeeeeeeally would like a moment of his time. I have her name and number if he's interested. (I might hold it for ransom if he is)

It's official: I'm not going into work tonight. I'm going to run myself a hot bath, find a good book and gorge myself on fresh fruit and white wine. Then I'm going to bed and ignoring the world until some time tomorrow afternoon.

[For Aryn]

Jul. 16th, 2008 09:46 pm
sandandwater: (believer girl)


ooc: obviously not Breaker Street, as they are fictional but the mun for the band members has likened their sound to this song
Chasing the Sun
by
The Calling.
sandandwater: (come hither)
Hello, I'm Pippa Kerr. If you're into the nightlife on Staten Island (and anyone in Manhattan making snide remarks, kindly keep them to yourselves, please) you've probably seen me or at least know of the bar I wait tables at most nights. Last Call. Live music five nights a week, karaoke and open mic nights on alternating Fridays. Wednesdays and Saturdays are the best nights though. My personal favorites play then: Breaker Street.

I talk about them a lot, I do. But I do it with good reason, they are amazing. And really, Last Call is great. Good crowds, good service, the drinks are never watered down. And me, I'm there to be your waitress.

I suppose I should tell you a little bit more about myself. I'm a native New Yorker, I actually love living on Staten though that is not where I grew up. I have a puppy named Mr. Beaker who is just adorable and I like riding pillion when my boyfriend has his motorcycle.

Oh, and I blow glass in my spare time.

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