Post by LANDON MICHAEL ROSE on Jul 20, 2013 21:25:57 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] LANDON M. ROSE 25 | HETEROSEXUAL | ACTOR, MUSICIAN, CELEBRITY | VISITOR | JOE JONAS GOODNIGHT AND GOODBYE This has been no walk in the park. I feel like we have fallen apart. Open up your eyes girl and see how wonderful this love could be. A breakup. It probably shouldn't have come as a surprise; his parents were never truly married, anyhow. They were a typical Hollywood couple, doing what they had to do to maintain the money. Or, more importantly, the fame. His mother wore a ring on her left finger as if they really were married. She went by Linda Rose, rather than Linda Moriarty. Even though her official paperwork all still read Moriarty, she even let producers credit her under the surname of Rose. They lived together, blissfully letting the public think that they were really, truly married. But they weren't. They never were. So, when the fame, the limelight, started to move on from the Rose family, it shouldn't have come as surprise that his parents found a way to bring it back around. Landon was six, but he can still remember the family meeting -the same meeting they had every week to discuss careers, plans, the limelight- and the look on each of his siblings' faces. He could recall looking to Carter, reading his facial expression to judge how they probably should react this time, because Carter was older, wiser; he was the one Landon always looked to in order to gage if he should really be concerned. Carter was a year and a half -though, he usually claimed it were two- years older; he'd dealt with their whacked out parents for that much longer. And, that, was what made Landon admire him. Today, Carter seemed harder than normal to read. The seven year old boy wore an unamused look on his face, and he was turned just far enough away that Landon couldn't gage it. So, his gaze had shifted across the room, on over to where his younger brother and his younger sister sat near overly plump couch in their over-sized living room. Hudson was four, and he seemed to be more preoccupied with shoving his Lego sets together to build some sort of Star Wars ship than he did with the current conversation at hand. Kendall was the only one who looked the slightest bit concerned -though, it was probably due more so to the fact that she was one, had next to no idea what was going on, and she was missing her most favorite TV show in the world due to this meeting. Honestly, even before Carter's face had confirmed his own feelings, Landon had felt indifferent. He should be phased by the fact that his parents were splitting up, but, honestly, he knew the 'divorce' wouldn't last. Even at six he could tell that. This was Hollywood. That'd been drilled into his head since the day he was born. Sometimes, a family needed to compromise to make sure that they were still getting paid, still in the limelight. Sometimes they had to take one for the team. They were no one unless they were talked about. And, a staged 'divorce' -though America surely would never know it was staged- would bring the attention right back to them. So, his parents split for the third -or was it fourth?- time since Hudson was born. It'd only be for a few months. They'd have some big blow up at a premiere for one of his father's newest movies -his father was an actor turned director, and he had happened to have one of the summer's largest Blockbusters coming out that same summer- and, once again, America would be eating out of the palm of their hands. It would happen in June, be the cover of People magazine and a half dozen others for the duration of the summer, and just when the drama started wear out and pass, his parents would reconcile. They'd save their rocky 'marriage' and be happy again by June of the following year. And, again, America would be eating out of the palm of their hands for months to come as various magazines covered the 'miraculous misunderstanding.' All of this would be done all for the sake of Hollywood. Hold on tight. It's a roller coaster ride we're on. So say goodbye. 'Cause I won't be back again. Up and down, you're all around. Careers. Of course, when an actress -who, truth be told was probably only still famous because she was hot- and a director -who used to be an equally attractive actor, but found that there was more money from behind the lens- had four adorable children, it was only natural they'd end up in the business. It was decided before they could even walk, talk, think for themselves. Carter and Landon were the first two to be shoved into the business, though Hudson and Kendall weren't far behind. By the time Landon was five, he'd had shot more commercials and had been a guest on more shows than anyone really bothered to count. He had his first role in a movie by the time he turned seven, though it was only a minor spot, with maybe five lines and a minute worth of screen time. But, it was a start. A start to a career that would never seem to end, though most of it would be spent far, far away from the world of acting. It was a start to the life that he would eventually never know any difference from. Landon still can remember sitting in the over-sized black spinning chairs, resembling something you'd find the villain sitting in behind some large desk in an old Hollywood movie. Carter was there, as was his mother -who, by this point in their lives had dropped her own career to manage all four of her children's careers, because, as it turned out, their careers were bringing in more limelight and more fame. He was ten and Carter was eleven, and they had been sitting in the office of some Disney producer with far too much money and far too many things on his plate for one day. Landon had done several dozen more small jobs by this point. But none of them paid as well as the job he'd gotten a year ago. Landon and Carter both had managed to get his roles on a new Disney Channel series. They'd shot the pilot, it'd been sent off to be edited, and all the was left to do was sit and wait that it would be picked to air from the eight or more other pilots in the same boat all competing for the one open show slot Disney had open. The producer finally came in, running roughly thirty minutes late, and Landon's mother had been about ready to cuss the man out before she was reminded by Carter that this was Disney and you didn't do that kind of thing at Disney. It was the clean, sheltered side of their world. A long talk went down between his mother and the producer; his mother later explained in terms he could understand that their pilot wasn't picked up. He can vaguely recall his mother losing her professional attitude after that point and getting them all escorted from the room. But, even at ten years old, he figured it was just something to bring the limelight back to the family once more. Landon, though first a tad upset, was ultimately okay with it. His mom had stopped at the music store, opting to buy both Landon and Carter something to make up for their day. So, Landon had picked out a guitar. It was shiny and red and much resembled the one he had at home, only it seemed more impressive in some way. It was a guitar he'd had his eyes on for a week or so now, and the fact that his mother was buying it more than made up for their pilot not getting picked up. His heart was never in acting, anyhow. And, besides, Landon already knew that's just Hollywood. You say you didn't mean to break my heart but girl you did. I'm over it. Adieu to you and all your games and all your crazy friends. This is the end. A ticket. He had a plane ticket. He was fourteen years old and stood in the LAX airport, suitcase in one hand and a plane ticket and passport in the other. Fourteen years old and unaccompanied by anyone whilst holding a plane ticket that read 'one way,' 'first class,' and 'New Zealand' across it. He was fourteen years old and had decided to fly to New Zealand without his parents' -or, really anyone but Hudson's- knowledge all because of a girl. His first girlfriend. Or, rather, now ex-girlfriend, but that would all become irrelevant when she saw that he flew all the way to New Zealand for her. For them. Because, apparently, when she had called him yesterday to break it off that had been their problem. The distance. One of them. Her other words had been something to the extent of he "was just a kid" whilst she was "a mature adult." Not to mention, by this point in their lives they both had egos far too big for their small careers. Landon was fairly cocky by this point in his life, fairly headstrong, and full of stupid ideas that were only reinforced by the Hollywood Lifestyle. Jessica was fifteen and an actress, and she was everything Landon was and more -thoroughly challenging him every minute of their short lived relationship. Landon was quite confident that he was madly in love with her for that very reason - even though, they'd only dated a total of three months and eighteen days, and even after she had broken his heart less than a day before. He was going to prove to her just how in love with her he was. He just had to wait another hour or so for his flight to start boarding. It was a thirteen hour flight that left around nine in the morning. And, because he was careful when he had booked it, it hadn't a single layover anywhere. He would be to his dearest Jessica in no time. He started to head toward the gate he needed to be at, suitcase being pulled behind him as he walked. But, he didn't make it far before he felt someone grab his arm. And, spinning around, it realized it was none other than his father. A very angry looking father with an eleven year old Hudson in tow. "Snitch." Landon had muttered to the boy, who merely shrugged. Because, apparently, Landon himself was the only one who thought this was a good idea. The car ride home had been a quick one, and though Landon was confident that his brother and father had ruined his life and that he would "never love again," it turned out to be proven false within a few weeks time. He had met another girl, who had him head over heels again, and helped him realized that there were plenty more actresses out there. Who needed Jessica? He was Landon Rose, and he was going to make it. He didn't need Jessica to do so. He had decided then and there that he was destined to rule Hollywood, not New Zealand. Not anywhere else. Just Hollywood. Hold on tight. It's a roller coaster ride we're on. So say goodbye. 'Cause I won't be back again. Up and down, you're all around. A career. A full blown career. He was sixteen years old and he made more in the past year alone than most people dreamed of making in their entire lives. He had become pretty darn good at playing that guitar his parents had bought him all those years ago. Granted, he'd been taking lessons since he was six, but he had gotten exceptionally good ever since he had decided he was sick and tired of acting, actresses, and anything to do with that aspect of Hollywood. He had put his free time into playing and practicing with Carter. Hudson had joined in sometimes, too, though he was far more into playing the keyboard their parents had set up in one of the spare rooms of their home. Actually, they had sounded pretty good for a group that consisted of a fourteen year old, fifteen year old, and twelve year old. Really good, considering they either hadn't hit or were just starting to go through puberty. They sounded even better when it turned out that their music lessons all those years had worked and all three of them could sing. And even better yet when they could manage to string together words and put them to a tune. And, ultimately, their parents thought they sounded best when they had ran their first demo and were getting their first checks from Hollywood Records in the mail. The covers of magazines they all later got featured on, once their first CD was released only made them sound better yet. Especially since the limelight was back on -and seemed to never be leaving- the family. Landon's ego had inflated to a state far from healthy for a sixteen year old boy by the time this family meeting came around. Once again, he found himself sitting on the couch next to Carter, though he'd outgrown the stage of idolizing him. If anything, by this point, he thought his siblings should idolize him. Nonetheless, Kendall -who was eleven- sat across from him on the other overly plump couch, looking more fascinated by whatever Barbie Doll she was holding than the actual topic. Hudson -fourteen, now- sat next to her, looking almost as equally unamused as his gaze was focused on his cell phone, and Carter... well, Landon never really looked to see how he was feeling or doing, but he could assume it was the same as the rest of them. He was bored. These meetings had become less about talking about their careers and more so about telling them about it. They had been on the covers of all these magazines. They had sold enough CD's to top the charts. They had received some insane amount of letters from screaming young girls who were madly in love with them. But, it was all irrelevant -apparently- if they didn't figure out where they were going with it from here. And so, it was decided -mostly by his parents, though all four children would quickly agree- that they should start working on a second album, should do more interviews, and should maybe even see about going on tour. Really, anything they could do to milk their newly established careers further would be ideal. They needed to take the spotlight and run with it, because it would be gone before they could even register they had it if they didn't. Nothing, Landon had learned, moved faster than the limelight in Hollywood. Well girl, I'm sorry for disappointing you. But I'm done. With being up and down and pushed around. No more. A player. A womanizer. More than one magazine had claimed him as such. It was almost a running joke by this point. Landon was nineteen, career in full swing. He'd finished his first world tour, a second world tour in the works and an extended edition of their second album due to be released the next day. There was talk of a movie about their lives being tossed around. Young girls had his posters covering their bedroom walls, their school lockers, their closets. He, as well as his brothers, were a household name. He was rolling in it, and he knew it. By this point in his life, Hollywood had done him no good. He had an ego -what teen sensation didn't?- and a credit card in which, more times than not, knew no limit. He, much like his parents, liked the pampered side of life that came with having careers this large. He was living the dream. And, that was made even more obvious by the fact that when this thought had crossed his mind, he had been sitting on on a comfy leather chair with Hudson on one side of him, Carter on the other side of him, a room full of screaming girls out in front of them, and the lovely Oprah Winfrey sitting next to Hudson. Their first time on the Oprah Winfrey show, and Landon could remember the nervous feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach. It was seldom he felt it quite as much as he had that day, with years of Hollywood limelight having pretty much washed butterflies from his system. But, he knew he had felt it that day. Because the astounding Oprah Winfrey was asking him about his love life. It seemed that he was almost as known for the fact that he'd "dated" twenty-something girls since the time he was fourteen years old as he was for being a musician. Though, dated was a loose word. Sure, he'd had a half-dozen girlfriends -all of which, he was happy to note, had not been actresses- but the other girls were all just friends, acquaintances, random girls he happened to accidentally let the paparazzi snap a picture of him standing near, and that somehow had made them dating. It was the downside of Hollywood, he had learned. And, that had only been reinforced as he went through each girl he had ever "dated" and talked about relationships with Oprah Winfrey. To Landon, it seemed like even a blade wasn't more double edged than Hollywood. Hold on tight. It's a roller coaster ride we're on. So say goodbye. 'Cause I won't be back again. Up and down, you're all around. Gambling. He didn't know what was so appealing about it; he already had more than enough money to be set for his lifetime and his children's lifetime and maybe even their children's lifetime. But, it enticed him. There was just something about the uncertain fate that the slots held that made him want to keep playing. And that would become his downfall. His first step into a casino was nearly two years ago. He was twenty-three years old, their second world tour was nearing an end with just a few weeks left, and it had been one of the few free evenings they had scheduled into the chaotic madness that was their tour. Landon can still remember everything about that night, because, ultimately, it may have been one of the most exciting nights of his life. Carter had just turned twenty-five the night before, and Landon had decided there was a need to do something huge. They had been in southern France, which meant not far from there was one of the most famous places in the world. Monte Carlo. So, he had managed to drag his brother down to the Monte Carlo casino for the night. Just the two of them, endless slot machines, and endless possibilities. That was only the start. Landon found himself playing the slots for far longer than he probably should have been. And, even as night faded to day and the brothers found themselves leaving, Landon still knew he was hooked. There was something about not being in control, not knowing what was going to happen, the spotaneousness, that excited him. Even as their tour ended and he returned home to Hollywood, he found himself frequenting the slots of local casinos. And, when casinos weren't the option, lottery tickets, random bets, really anything else was. He was hooked, though he'd never admit it. It wasn't really an addiction, was it? There were far worse things to be hooked to in Hollywood. Hold on tight. It's a roller coaster ride we're on. So say goodbye. 'Cause I won't be back again. Up and down, you're all around. Chaos. It seemed as if it were all their life consisted of anymore. The Rose's career only seemed to escalate by the day since returning home. There was a new album in the works, Kendall had an acting career, and everything was really just perfect by their parents' standards. Landon still found himself frequenting the casinos, though he seldom told anywhere were he was off to. Being in the spotlight was stressful, and he liked the fact that gambling seemed to help him release his stress. But, everyone had a different way of releasing their stress, and his sister's came most unexpectedly. She'd wrapped up a major role and decided enough was enough. She wanted a break. Kendall thought it best for the family. Or, maybe she thought it best for her. Either way, she packed her bags and left, not telling their parents or her siblings where she was going. Landon was twenty-four when the announcement came, but he was hardly concerned at the time. He had other priorities. Besides, Landon was certain she couldn't leave that easy. It was all they knew; it was nothing more than a vacation. Everyone needed a break, especially in the world of Hollywood. Say goodnight and goodbye. A trip. It wasn't meant to last more than a month, two tops. But, he'd found Kendall -or, rather, Hudson had found Kendall- in some tiny little town all the way across the states. It was about as distant as one could get from Hollywood, but apparently she had friend or knew someone all the way out there. Hudson had already made up his mind, and was gone. Carter talked of going out that way in a few weeks. So, it really hadn't seemed like he had a choice. He was one of three Rose brothers. It was hard to record anything or do much without the other two thirds. And, besides, if Kendall could take a six month 'vacation,' didn't he deserve at least a few weeks? And so, Landon had packed his bags and boarded an airplane. Four days ago, exactly, he landed in Maine. And, within a few hours, he made the journey from the airport to some tiny little inn he found in town. It wasn't Hollywood, but it was a break. And, apparently Kendall had saw something in the tiny town. Four days in, and Landon still had no idea what. They didn't even have a casino, unless Google had lied to him? The only thing he was certain about was the fact that this definitely wasn't Hollywood. It was Brunswick. BEHIND THE MASK LYNN | 19 | USA EASTERN | CAUTION 2.0 | ELSIE SINCLAIR & BAILEE ROSS yay for finally finishing landon's  |
