Post by COLIN A. REYNOLDS on Jul 11, 2012 18:24:16 GMT -5
colin reynolds
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COLIN ANDREW REYNOLDS
known as
colin, jerk, prick
age
TWENTY-ONE
hometown
brighton, UK
[td]
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heterosexual
major
music (guitar)
member group
junior
play by
jeremy allen white
[/td][/tr][/table]so tell us about yourself
Me? I'm just about the coolest guy you'll find. You can ask around. And no one can play a solo like me. Oh, and on top of that, I'm a sexy beast too. I know, right, too much to handle. Well, you asked, so deal with it. People say I have an ego problem, but is it really a problem when it's the truth? At least I don't bullshit anyone. Well, what else? I'm British, though you're a moron if you can't tell that from my accent (which, by the way, works wonders around here), and I'm going to be a rock star. Do you want an autograph?
So you came all the way from England to study at MCOA. Why?
Are you kidding me? You think I'd choose this ridiculous posh hellhole if I had a chance? My father sent me here. Apparently, he decided to ship me away to see if I finally decided to “grow up” and “accept my responsibilities”, whatever the hell that means. All just because I used to get into a little bit of harmless trouble back home. Well, mostly harmless. I mean, really, who knew anyone was gonna notice one little yacht missing? Oh, I'm getting sidetracked, that's another story (it's a great one, though, as usual). The fact is that I didn't exactly have a collection of MCOA shit hanging around my room because I always dreamed about coming here or some crap like that. In fact, I'd have left by now, or found a way to be kicked out, trust me, it's not the hard, I've almost lost count of all the places I've been expelled from, but the old bastard decided to cut me off if I didn't walk the line since he sent me here. What was I supposed to do? Everything is fun and games until you lose your Mercedes! So, yeah, I'm supposedly “laying low”. Not really, to be honest, but hey, I'm still here, aren't I?
So you don't get along with your parents?
That's one way to put it. My father and I? Nothing alike, trust me. Maybe you've heard of him, he's not really a celebrity, but he's fairly known around the UK. Big time music producer. He started the label from nothing, since grandpa and grandma didn't really have anything. And now, bam, he's got more money than he knows what to do with it. Not that he ever does anything with it, the cheap bastard. All he does is work and for what? To build his little empire, surround himself with brown nosers who'll agree to anything he says? It's ridiculous, really. And can you imagine the kind of nouveau riche self-made man crap I had to grow up listening to? “You don't know anything about hard work, because you're privileged and I never had the opportunities you have and you're just throwing everything away” and yadda yadda yadda. He's a nightmare, straight out of the 20s or something. I can't listen to a word he says. The good thing about he sending me way was that I barely have to deal with him anymore. I get along better with my mom, to be honest. She's not so full of crap and hypocritical as he is. She's an English teacher and, honestly, I don't know how the hell those two got married, they're nothing alike. And at least she knows me a bit better, because she wasn't working 14 hours a day and only spoke to me to lecture me, like my father.
Are you a single child?
No! Thank God, for that, right, imagine if my father was stuck with the black sheep. I have an older sister. She's the "good ki"d, ha. Maybe you've met her? She goes to school here too, of course. Which is why I ended up being sent here, of all places. So she “could keep an eye on me” or whatever. Maybe my father was expecting that she'd rub off on me. Not bloody likely. I mean, don't get me wrong. She's alright and all, but just... we don't have a lot in common. She was always the big geek, straight A student, the responsible one, daddy's girl and all that bullshit. Not only it made me look bad, but I can't stand when she goes all holier-than-thou and starts butting in on my life. Which happens more often than it should, so, yeah, we're not exactly best mates. Not that I hate her or anything, it's just complicated. Whatever. Let's move on, yes?
What happens after graduation?
That's when the real fun begins. Free of school, free of my father? I'm gonna have a blast, that's for sure. Been waiting for that for years and.. oh, you mean, what am I going to do for a living? There's the thing. My father wants me to work for him. I know, shocker, right? As if I'd wanna spend my whole life being a suit and a leech feeding off other people's talent and working for a label. Hell no. Of course, the initial idea was me being his “replacement” and taking over, but there's no way he'd let me even close to that now – which is good. In the end, I'm pretty sure my sister is going to take over, which is ridiculous, because she doesn't want it and is going to do it just because she's incapable of saying no to our father. As for me? I'm going to be a rock star, of course. I've been playing the guitar since I was eleven, pretty much. There's nothing else I'd wanna do. Honestly, my father will probably cut me off when I just take off, because he still thinks I'm going to go back home with my tail between my legs and work for him, which is never going to happen. But I don't care. It's what I want to do. Plus, let's face it, with my skills and my looks, no way I won't be famous in a few years. I'm that good. Trust me.
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