JAMES, PARKER BENJAMIN

[parker]

parker benjamin james.
twenty-two ,, odessa, tx ,, shoot for teams/lead vocalist ,, straight ,, genuine ,, bobby hicks
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" so i guess i should start by saying that my name is parker benjamin james. its almost like my name is backwards but i like it that way for some reason. who really knows why my parents decided to call me parker benjamin james but like i said, its pretty unusual at times. i just usually go by benji because its a pretty cool nickname. im too lame to really get excited over what im called so just call me whatever comes to mind and ill probably be cool with it. i was actually born on august 12th 1988. that would make me twenty-two if i did the math right. i don't really do a whole lot compared to other guys my age but thats just cuz im weird like that. the big thing is that im the lead vocalist for shoot for teams. we are pretty fucking awesome and have a great sound. i wouldn't dare dream of doing anything else ya know?

so i wouldn't say that im crazy handsome or anything, but i have gotten plenty of bras and panties on stage before. im honestly pretty damn humble and shy about how i look so i wont boast about any of my features. i have brown hair and blue eyes which i will say are insanely awesome. i always look at someones eyes first so i would think the same of them. im probably a bit above average in height, but never broke six feet. i am five feet and eleven inches tall, and weigh a modest one hundred and eighty pounds. i usually wear anything comfortable and i think looks cool. thats usually either a vintage t-shirt, or a button up shirt with a vest over it for my torso. its either jeans or slacks for pants mainly cuz im too bad a picking out clothes myself. i have to have my chucks on all the time, and sometimes ill wear a hat. but when it comes down to it, i leave the style to my stylists cuz they are a lot better at picking stuff out for me. i have one tattoo, and thats just love on one wrist, and passion on the other, both in chinese characters. don't really know why, probably was just drunk or something and thought it would be neat. other than that i don't have any other tattoos or piercings so i am pretty damn lame right?

hmm, this is tough. if i used one word to describe myself it would be genuine. if you think of the stereotypical southern guy that would probably give you an idea of what im like. i like being cool and laid back and basically nice. i don't really like causing trouble and really just keep to myself rather than draw attention to whatever im doing. i think its much easier that way and i don't get embarrassed doing that either. i know i know, why the hell am i a lead singer of a band? thats pretty easy, i love music. its not saying that i don't like making a fool of myself on stage because im quite the opposite on stage. i am a total ham when you put me in front of a couple thousand, or even just a couple hundred of my biggest fans. i like to entertain people and singing is about the best way to do so. under normal circumstances though, im pretty normal really. other than my so called 'good looks' im not anything out of the ordinary. at least thats what i like to tell myself. i do like to put myself down a lot, and am always critical of what i do. im somewhat of a perfectionist too, and can change the lyrics to a song about a million times before getting them just right. i don't think there is anything wrong with that because the fans seem to love what i do.

i am also incredibly passionate and even persistent in everything i do. i have to see things through to the end. even if you tell me there is no way to beat it or get past it, i will find a way. i like the idea of a challenge and will try anything once. i am something of a risk taker and will probably go sky diving, cliff jumping, or just anything with a bit of an adrenaline rush attached to it. i like to have time to myself. at times i can lock myself in my room for days just to get something done. if i get writers block i tend to do something like that just so that i get no distractions. its hard for me to focus at times and people tell me all the time that i suck at multitasking. i treat everyone the same no matter who you are. i see no reason at believing what someone tells me. you have to do me wrong, or have me see you doing something stupid for me to really think or believe something about you. i love talking to people, and am usually reserved in big crowds though. if you get me one or one, or small groups, i can talk up a storm. its pretty odd like i said when i don't get nervous on a gigantic stage. but as far as love goes, i am a giant fail. ive really never had a lasting relationship. i think its because i am so critical of myself. i don't think that i could really do anyone any good so i give up the hunt before it starts ya know? i am a hopeless romantic though and treat women great. im a complete gentleman and just like being there to talk and listen when im needed. i pretty much stick my neck out too far and usually get stepped on for it. so i have to be leery when giving out my trust, but its usually for life once you earn it.

so i was born to my parents in little old odessa texas over twenty two years ago. i lived there all of my childhood and was smothered with the ways of the south. i went to rodeos, ate lots of fatty food, and im surprised that im not an obese rodeo cowboy you know? i really was pretty odd with the things that i was into as a kid. while most of my friends were into country music and rodeos, i was in the record shop looking for beatles albums and the best big hit with classic rock. i loved being born where i was but i wasn't much into what everyone else was. from a young age i was all about music and singing. it was a blast being in the kitchen beating on the pans like drums and just rocking out to whatever was on the radio. when i was in school though, i was pretty quiet. i did good yeah and i was actually pretty smart. but the sad thing was that there was nothing that interesting to me. i just went with the flow of things until i graduated. there wasn't anything that ever stood out to me until i found music. actually it was in high school that i met some of my best friends. they all genuinely loved music too and i was glad to have found other people who shared in my passion.

and even when i say music, i don't mean the southern country, or even southern rock, i mean good old fashioned pop rock. we were different but we were liked among some of our peers. we slowly gathered the thoughts of actually starting a band but nothing ever really clicked until we graduated. we had hear word of a local talent show going on and we all figured we could throw in our talents and play. and we did. we rocked out and got second place. even though we didn't win, it still gave us the idea of forming a band. so we did just that. we thought up a name and everything and started branching out to get some attention. we were all about the passion of music and putting our selves into what we played. our lyrics were personal and our melodies from the soul. so if you liked our music and knew what we were about, then you knew us personally. because we are our music. it really didn't take long for talent scouts to get ahold of our music and sign us. but along with that came a curse. we couldn't keep our keyboardist and one thing or another would come up and they would leave. but we would luckily find another but still thought it would be great to have someone stay. even though we are on tour now, we are just hoping to god that our new keyboardist sticks around for good and we can be a close and tight knit band again."





^{hey, so i'm benji. i've been roleplaying for three years now. as well as this character, i also play invisible charries. you can reach me by pm is fine or msn or aim (just ask) if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by ad on caution and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

price was dreading the fact that he had to go into the studio today. it meant that he would have to sit for hours in the same room recording a couple of songs, until he got them right. any time he didn't have any where to turn and was forced to stay put, it drove him crazy. he would just end up fidgeting around and just being incredibly obnoxious. thats why they began to realize that he just needed to go in on his own. he knew how to work the equipment and it wasn't that hard to get the drums right. everyone else was busy too so he was forced to sit in there by himself. this was all just turning into a murderous combo, none of which he want any part of. he just wished they would get it through their heads that he wasn't the kind of guy to sit there and be productive with no company or way of knowing what the hell he was doing. that just seemed to be the way that the company worked and he wasn't going to start complaining to them. they gave them a means to get their music out and he loved being where he was. so he was going to go and just complain to himself. he figured that maybe he might run into someone else that he knew and that would make life easier. but that was a pipe dream, he was just gonna make sure he got everything perfect so that he could get in and out. he was a fan of playing the drums, not sitting in a little room and playing into a microphone. this was all certainly new to him and he just wished that there was an easier way. but he knew that that didn't exist, and that he would just have to consider that this was one of those things in life that he wouldn't get to fix. he would just have to grin and bear it and then he would be free from it.

the sad reality that price couldn't face was that this wouldn't be the only time. he just hoped that it would never again have to be on his own. he got off of the computer having met a couple of people that seemed pretty cool. he also got to talk to avery and that was always fun. she had forced him into a pantsless party only to know that he would lose his own the next morning. he hated that he was born into a family of weirdos. he was no different in the fact that he was a sleepwalking kleptomaniac. he only stole his own stuff, his pants included. he was sitting at the computer in only his boxers and shirt, knowing that he had no other clean pants. he had to go on an hour long search to find that he had hid them in the dishwasher. he couldn't even understand his own brains logic when he was unconscious. he just chose to ignore it and do his best to find whatever went missing. thankfully it always turned up and was never anything vital to him. it would be either stupid things or just something that would be nice to have on. this time just happened to be pants. he knew that he would need them to get to the studio and thankfully he had finally found them. so he finally got them on and his outfit was complete. at least they wouldnt think that he was crazy when he went into the office. he just grinned at himself as he left his place and went out the door. he knew where he was going and was just preferring if he didnt have to go there alone. he was going to complain to himself all the way there and that was all the satisfaction he was going to get.

the good that came out of this was that he got get his music out to be heard. all of the wailing on that drum pad was being digitized and then broadcast across the world. it was amazing. it was almost too thrilling to know that he had his own personal fan base. he knew it was probably small to non-existent, but at least they were there. he grinned as he finally made it to the studio, riding the high of psyching himself up. he didn't know how it long it would last but he just needed to think about anything else but sitting there. he went right by the main reception area and right back into the studio. he was ready get down to recording and found the drum set in no time. it was the one that he had used before so he was comfortable with the sound. of course he had to sit down and play it a little just to make sure that it was right, but it didn't take long for the sound to resonate just the way he wanted it to. he was at least in a bigger room for the time being before going into lay down the parts that he needed. he wasn't quite ready to be stuck in there for all eternity. he was such a crybaby about it but he was just too full of himself. he would bounce off the walls of any enclosed space, especially when he was deathly afraid of it. he just wished that he could get over it, but that was next to impossible. he was better at just suppressing the feelings rather than trying to get over them. he was just one giant bundle of weird and he wasn't worried about that. he was too positive to let the negative parts of who he was get the better. he just wailed away at the drums, having a bit of fun before he felt comfortable with anything else. he just hoped something would come along so he wouldn't have to do anything today, but that might not even be possible.

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