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Post by Nicholas Eames on Aug 16, 2012 8:54:15 GMT -5
Dear Kenzie,
Darling, the fact that I have not seen your lovely self around for quite some time has unsettled me greatly. I assume that you're busy with life and I've not caused some great offence - unless, of course, that is the case, and then I would of course have to make it up to you - but surely you must have a moment to pop over to the flat at some point and grace us with your presence?
I cannot offer much in return for you visiting us, I'm afraid, unless you'd enjoy a foot massage and popcorn and having a look at the newest song I've attempted to write - it's awful, I apologise in advance for it - but I insist you come over soon!
How have you been since I've last seen you, anyways? I've managed to book us a couple of interviews and I've kept the band as punctual as possible, which seems like a task and a half but is easy enough once you get the hang of it.
Love forever,
Eames
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Post by Kenzie Tremlett on Aug 16, 2012 9:50:03 GMT -5
Eames!!
I know, I know, it's all my fault! I've been so busy with writing new stuff and these interviews I had to give for the past few weeks that I didn't have a chance to come by. Plus, I was at home since Pippa and Nicola are away from school. Also, Leon got over excited about me hanging out with Tommy and started saying we should get married and stuff, and that freaked me out.
Make it some hot chocolate too, and it's a date. No, I'm sure it's amazing! I bet it's better than mine, idiot.
I've been a busy busy bee, I'm so tired. Trust me, you doing all that is pretty awesome when you have Charlie, Leon and Tommy going mad like they usually are. I always knew you were the sensible, good one anyways.
Love you more,
Kenzie
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Post by Nicholas Eames on Aug 16, 2012 20:53:30 GMT -5
Dear Kenzie,
You should ditch the ugly Irish fellow! A marriage to him will end in nothing but trouble, you mark my words. Lots of touring in the bus with a bunch of guys and Charlie. The reek of unwashed clothes and the sound of arguing. Not even sure how exactly I survive it, but I'm fighting quite a decent fight. No, you definitely don't want to elope with him. The accent drives you wild, as well! (If you tell Tommy I said any of this and he asks me about it I'll deny everything, hope you know that.) Eloping with me would be far better. We could go to Paris, visit the best hotels and shag all day and night.
Hot chocolate and foot massages it is, then. I feel like I'm your bloody maid, but I'll do it in honour of our date. I can't actually find the scrap of paper I wrote the song on, I think I left it beside the microwave but I'm not one hundred percent sure. Bring yours over, then we can feel like proper musicians discussing our art and I'll have a scrap of dignity left as I massage your feet!
Sensible and good? Unacceptable words to describe someone in a rock and roll band. I'm ashamed of my own goodness.
Love you most,
Eames
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Post by Kenzie Tremlett on Aug 17, 2012 6:54:36 GMT -5
Nicky boy,
Okay, I might ditch him if you give me valid reasons to and convince me. And I'm not marrying him! Excuse me for having a little bit of fun. Besides, he's a good good friend. Please, you're in a condition to write to me, I think you're a survivor. Hey, the accent is hot. Why would I tell Tommy though? You do have a point, but. Eloping, Paris, Shagging, you and me. Doesn't sound half bad.
You offered, it's your own fault. Good Merlin, keep your songs in a journal or something. What if something amazing is lost? Okay, I'll bring it but no judging!
I like your goodness! It's a breath of fresh air.
Love love love,
Kenzie.
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Post by Nicholas Eames on Aug 17, 2012 19:14:37 GMT -5
Dear Kenzie,
I'll repeat again: ugly Irish git. Probably snores. He looks like the type of bloke who snores. If you want I can check for you - anything for you, darling - because if you ever do decide to marry him you'd best be prepared if he snores all through the night. I mean, he's a bloody good musician, but I don't think he'd be a brilliant husband. Not half as good as me. Paris, shagging, and breakfast in bed with me. With him, all you'll get is a supposedly hot accent.
And I'll stick to my word, because a word's the sort of thing you can't go back on no matter how hard you try. A journal sounds far too complicated. I'd probably lose it. And once you buy a journal, everyone in the world seems to want to steal it and flick through it. And I don't think I can judge you whilst massaging your feet to be honest. I'm not sure why, it just wouldn't seem right.
Another reason why you should marry me instead of the Ugly Irish Git!
More love than your love,
Eames
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