WEBSTER, grayson david

[aaron]

Grayson David Webster.
eighteen ,, odessa, tx ,, shoot for teams/back up vocals & keyboardist ,, bi-curious ,, insecure ,, joe brooks
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" Hello there, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Grayson David Webster, but some people call me Gray. You can call me Gray too, if you want to I mean, it’s completely up to you of course. I like Grayson just as much, or any other nicknames you can think for me, although I don’t tend to get many of them. After-all, there isn’t much you can shorten Grayson too, is there? However, if you can come up with one, I’m free to hear any suggestions. I’m currently eighteen years of age, which makes me younger than most of the people on tour, and I was born on the twenty-eighth of December. It’s quite a lame birthday to be honest, as its right between Christmas and New Year, but I was actually born three weeks earlier then I was expected.

I’m the type of person who always turn’s up early for meetings, so I guess I got that from a young age? I’m currently the keyboardist and back-up vocals for ‘Shoot for Teams’ which is a job I absolutely idolise. I’m very grateful for it, as I’m the third member to fill this slot, and I’m hoping to keep it (unlike the others). The rest of the band have joked around and said I’m in the cursed position of the band, as they have never managed to keep their keyboardist before, but I’m determined that nothing will make me leave the band. It does get tough sometimes though, being the newbie, as the band was already so tight-knit and I slightly feel like an outsider. I’m sure it’s just me being paranoid, I do that a lot.

In terms of looks, I know I’m not one of the privileged ones. After all, I’m not ten feet tall with bulging biceps and tonnes of screaming girls behind them. However, I’m content. I’m pretty sure that if the girl’s want someone to scream over, our lead singer is more than adequate for the job, followed by our guitarist and the rest of our band. If you hadn’t already guessed, I’m not a particularly confident person, and when it comes to looks I’m generally less confident than most. I mean, I must be pretty average for an eighteen year old, or just slightly below average? I’m not sure myself. I quite like my milky brown hair colour, and its style really, but I’m not sure what others will think of it. And as pathetic as it sounds, I use my fringe as a force-field. It’s actually like a safety blanket, as without my fringe I would actually feel naked. I sometimes throw in a few blonde highlights in there as well but at the moment it’s just normal brown. Normal brown for a normal guy I guess. As for my eyes, they’re just that murky brown colour that a lot of people have, and I’m roughly around the same build as most people my age.

I’m quite short, which isn’t great. I mean, I’m not tiny or anything. However it is not the greatest thing in the world being five foot seven at eighteen. I’ll grow of course, (well I hope I will), but I’d prefer it if that was sooner rather than later. I bite my lip rather often which is why it is kind-of scarred up. I don’t mean to, but I’ve always done it subconsciously! Apparently it’s a nervous habit, but I myself am not too sure. If it wasn’t already obvious, I’m also very indecisive. As for my clothing, I have my own individual style that I tend to stick to. That’s not to say I don’t wear similar stuff to everybody else but on the contrary, I prefer to try and be as individual as I can. Shirts with large prints, such as Superman or Super-Mario, are a must and bright colours are pretty trendy, along with my faithful converses and the occasional pair of pumps. And where would I be without the long sleeved jumpers and my lyric book, which is always tucked into the back pocket of my jeans.

What’s my personality like? Umm... Well, I try to just be myself and hope that’s good enough really. I like to think I’m easy to get along with and I try to be as nice to people as I possibly can. I mean, you should treat people how you wish to be treated, right? Some people say I’m annoyingly optimistic and incredibly friendly, but I just want to make the most of life. You only live once, right? I guess that in an ideal scenario, I would love to just get along with everyone. I just like to help people out really or be with them whenever they need it. It makes me feel happy to know that I’ve achieved something when I help someone else. I know it sounds stupid, but I guess I just like being selfless. However, I’m quite an awkward person in the fact that I find it difficult to talk to people when I first meet them. It’s not my fault, or theirs for that matter, but I just get worried that I’ll do something stupid or embarrass myself I guess. I would never judge someone else, nor would I like them to judge me, and I guess I over-analyse every situation. I’m only really judgemental when it comes to myself, and that’s where my optimism decreases. I’m not sure why, but I’ve always had a confidence problem. It’s nothing major, and it’s totally not worth making a big deal out of, but its there.

It’s strange, but I just can’t take compliments and I automatically assume people are lying whenever they are dished out to me, I’m not confident in my looks or my abilities as an artist and generally I literally throw up from nerves before each gig. Anxiety and panic attacks occur regularly as well, as if I didn’t already sound weird enough. I’m not sure why, but I’ve always been a worrier. I think I must have got it off of my dad, he was much the same. It doesn’t matter whether I’m getting ready to perform in front of one hundred people or if I just can’t find my guitar pick, I make myself sick with worry. Regardless of the reason, I haven’t ever been much of a loud person. Don’t get me wrong, I went through a faze where I liked to party and dance all night as much as the next person, but this usually happened in the corner of the room where no-body could see me. I tend to be the one who’s at all the party’s but doesn’t do too much to get them self noticed. I’d rather observe in the background, you find out a lot more about people that way. I keep to myself and try not to get in people’s way, but I just want to get on with everyone really. I just don’t want to be too full on with people in case I’m annoying them, but it would be nice if everyone could just get along for a while.

Insecure isn’t a strong enough word to describe me I guess. Although on the outside I seem quite simple to suss, on the inside it’s completely different. I mask up all my insecurities with quietness, sarcasm and lip biting, and then in the end most people don’t seem to care enough to properly get to know the real me, or believe the masquerade that I portray when someone asks me if I’m okay and I say yes. I’m generally quite an emotional person, but I don’t like showing it. Sure, I’m a nice guy who is there for anyone when they need it, but they don’t really know any of my hopes, my dreams, my aims and my biggest regrets. I guess, really, I’m glad because I prefer people not knowing too much. It makes it easier when they disappear from your life. You’re less likely to get hurt...Okay, I’ve just realised how depressive that sounded. I swear I’m not usually like that. I’m usually upbeat and preppy, but that’s why I don’t tend to talk about myself. I end up rambling on and embarrassing myself, or making myself sounds like a right head-case!

I find it difficult to let go of my inhabitations and let my hair down, and I guess you could say I’m a bit of a control freak, but again, it’s purely because I don’t want to embarrass myself, which happens regularly. I’m clumsy, meaning I cannot usually walk from point A to point B without tripping over my laces or dropping my keys, and I’m generally very understanding and considerate of others. In terms of morals, I don’t really smoke or drink and drug’s are completely out of the question. I think it’s because I was brought up in a Christian family, and so I’m very set in my ways. I think I would loosen up a bit if I knew the people here a bit better. I used to enjoy parties and everything back before the band, but I feel like I’m in a completely new environment here. I think it’s because I’m the newest member of the band and I just haven’t felt like I’ve properly fit in yet. It will probably just take time, and meeting the right people, and I’m sure you will see my inner-party-animal sometime; I know it’s there in me somewhere.

I’m having trouble with my moral’s at the moment though, as although I was brought up taught that homosexuality was wrong, I’m curious as to what my sexuality is. I’m not attracted to guys, not any yet anyway, but I’m not sure or certain as too what box I fit into. I hope that I’m not attracted to guys, as that would just complicate things a lot, not to mention that I would be practically abandoned by my family, but I’m just not certain at the moment. I’ve never really had an over-serious relationship. I dated the same girl for two years in high school, and had a few girlfriends before that, but I’ve never done anything more than kiss a girl. I’ve always been a gentleman, that’s what my mother says anyway, and I’m the type of guy who holds the door open for people and wears his heart on his sleeve, but never really lets anyone in to see the real him. I guess that’s why none of my relationships have worked out yet, as I never trust anyone enough. It’s not like I don’t trust them, it’s just everyone hurts each other and I haven’t found the right person to go through the hurt for yet.

I think my biggest issue is that no matter how much someone hurts me, lie’s to me or treats me like dirt, in the end I can’t help but see the best in them. I always end up forgiving them, letting them back into my life and letting it all happen again. As much as I try putting up a block, if they’re someone I actually care about, I cannot do anything but forgive them. I find it difficult to stay mad at people, and usually end up laughing in extremely awkward situations for the pure fact that I have no idea what to do. Yeah, I know, it’s very embarrassing. I also find myself apologising a lot for no reason and I’m generally quite gullible. I guess I find it difficult to see the bad in people, and blame my parents for all of it. Stupid Christian upbringing...

In terms of my family, I was born into a very loving and affectionate family down in the south. Born into Texas, my mother and father were very much in love and I was they’re third attempt of a child (after both IVF treatment and two miscarriages). To say they wanted a child is an understatement. When I came along, I was my mother’s pride and joy and the apple of my father’s eye. My mother was a very tentative, loving woman whom I believe I learnt most of personality from. Like me, she never managed to see the bad in people and was one of the most caring women I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. My father was more than a dad to me, and so was like a best friend. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to swim and how to write with joined up writing. Both of my parents were strict Christians and so I was spoon fed the bible, even though to this day I’m not sure whether I believe In God or not, however I took on the morals in the stories I was read and I believe this has only added to my character now. For the first couple of years of life, everything seemed perfect and I was in a safe and calm environment. In my opinion, my parents were so in love that I couldn’t see anything changing that...

When my father was diagnosed with bipolar disease when I was starting middle school, everything started to change. He was worrying about everything, his mood swings would change without a moment’s notice and my mother began to seem fragile and vulnerable in my eyes. When she used to cry, I used to think it was because she didn’t love my father any more, but it turns out that she just loved him too much. He became difficult for her to deal with, and she couldn’t supply him and me with attentions at the same time. I was glad that she put all of her concern into my father, as they’re love was truly a rare one, but I saw what they were doing to each other. They couldn’t help but hurt each other. He would say thing’s he didn’t mean when he was angry, and then she would cry and he would get worse. When my mother started shouting back it got even worse. I understand why she lost her temper with me, she had to let it out on someone and she didn’t mean what she was saying. Things didn’t improve when I started high school and before I knew it, I was the one looking after my father.

I’d rest his head on my shoulder when he was upset and wipe his tears when he was crying. In many ways our roles were reversed, and I believe he felt ashamed of this, even though it was in no way his fault what-so-ever. My mother still loved him more than ever, but she couldn’t cope with it all and so started spending more and more of the time outside the house. I enjoyed the time I got with my father, and I began to understand his change of state and help when he was hurting. However, my grades started dropping as this happened, and although I wanted to help him through it no matter what, it was in the best interest of my father that he was to go into care for a short amount of time. I was sixteen at the time, and although I was angry and upset, I allowed the doctor’s opinion as it was obvious he knew best.

I began to focus on my schooling again but I found my concentration slipping and my straight A’s went to B’s and began to drop further. It was then, at age seventeen that I was approached by the lead singer when he heard me playing the piano at a school production and asked me to audition to the band as they had recently lost their former musician. Against my better judgement, I asked my father what he believed I should do, and he responded with ‘Whatever makes you happy son’. From that day, I found myself auditioning for the band, and a few months later I had dropped out of school and began what I hoped to be my future career. I just hope it was all for the best."





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His eyes closed, the eyelids flickering to an abrupt line, as he slid down the cold surface and submerged his head under the water. A few moments passed before he rose again, feeling cool water dripping from his hair (which was now covering his face) and fall smoothly down his shoulders and back into the bathwater. Timothy had always found bath's strangely relaxing, and now seeing his reflection in the pale water around him now made him realise that his hair looked as if it was devouring his face. With a careful flick of the wrist, he pushed the hair back into place, carefully brushing it behind his ears, as he grabbed the pale blue shampoo bottle from the sideboard and let it bob next to him. Although there were a million and one thing's he should or could of been doing at the time, and thinking in more detail it occurred to him that he had several tests in the next week alone, yet even he decided he needed relaxation time every once in a while. Generally, he understood the consequences of this wouldn't be too great, as he would either end up failing a test, or he’d end up losing out on more precious sleep. The only conclusion? Wash your hair, quick. And get out the bath as soon as possible. Within a few moment's his hair was washed and rinsed out (with only his eyesight as a casualty. Stupid squeeze bottles) he reached around for a towel.

His grasp eventually managed to grab the soft woollen material, and he jumped (rather then stepped) out of the bath, managing to soak the floor as he did so. He stuck his head around the open door, making sure that his room-mates were not around, and once realising that they weren’t he pulled himself out of the bathroom. The silk of the towel managed to wrap itself around his leg, making walking more difficult than usual, but not impossible. Within no time he had managed to get dressed, dry most of his shaggy mop of brown hair and even clean up the water droplets that he had managed to drench the floor in. All which, in his opinion, was pretty eventful for one morning. The plain black skinny jeans residing on his lower body fit snugly, and the red and black chequered shirt on his torso was baggy, hiding his slight weight disadvantage and the red and white converses on his feet were two sizes too small, but he loved them too much to even begin to think about getting rid of them.

Timothy was up quite late this morning, later than usual anyway. It was probably from the fact he was up all night studying for a biology exam. Or maybe just because he had been too tired to set an alarm. Whatever it was, it sure was weird being in an empty room. Usually, at least one roommate would be around, yet evidently, today that was not the case. He preferred company, he didn’t really enjoy being alone. Being alone meant thinking about things. And in most occasions this was thinking about feelings and emotions, things that Timothy didn’t enjoy thinking about. Yet he found comfort in the soft sheet’s on his bed; despite being able to feel the planks of wood through the mattress he currently owned. He pushed a hand through his hair, keeping it off of his face as he sat upright, pushing his shoes off his feet and curling his legs underneath him so he had his leg’s folded. It was comfortable. Strangely comfortable. Yet his contentment was unfulfilled from the quietness of the room, it wasn’t normal. He got to his feet, managing to trip over his shoes as he did, and turned on the radio. He was greeted with a rap song, which he couldn’t understand nor could he bare to listen to. A mere switch of channel eventually got him to a half decent song, even if he didn’t know any of the words or the artist, and it made the room seem more... Normal?

His hands traced the buttons of the radio, moving along the cabinet the contraption sat and traced the pattern of the wallpaper. His hand’s continued on their path, circling spirals across the wall and onto a wardrobe. They eventually stopped when he reached his bed again and collapsed onto the covers. Tim felt something hard against his head as he rolled onto his pillow, so he tucked his arm underneath the fabric and felt his fingers tighten around his phone. Three missed calls and eight new messages obviously meant that he was going to be in the bad books with someone. “Darn it, i take one shower ‘nd before i knows it i’ma on ‘Americas Top Wanted’” he muttered, scanning through his phone. He didn’t like disappointing people. In fact, it was something he hated and avoided at all costs. And by the look’s of the state of his phone, unless he got his act together now he was going to disappoint someone. “Gee, not one day o peace for a guy likes me” he smiled, throwing his feet over the side of the bed and slipping his shoes on his feet.

He ran through the door, closing it behind him. It hadn’t yet occurred to him he had left his keys inside. That was going to be a whole different story.

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