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| Introduction: Escape from Here |
| Taylor I must be cursed. I've got all the right components at all the wrong times. For instance, today my sister, Averie, had her first broken heart. Poor thing was mopey and sad and a basic pitiful sight. She even had her old teddy out from when she was a baby. But I knew just the trick, Taybear (as I'm so lovingly called) can make anything better, or at least I thought. So in my attempts to cheer my sister up I managed to offend her in the worst way a 13 year old could possibly be offended. I told her the boy was a jerk and my 'lil sis didn't deserve that. I thought I was doing the valiant taybear thing, but that just sent her into more tears and ultimately a loud closed door resounding upstairs. Damn. And I thought I was doing so well. I needed a break. I needed out of this house, but being in the middle of recording didn't really help that "getting out of the house" idea too well. Besides the atmosphere at the studio has been so tense and I know that Isaac and Zac are about to snap. We all needed a break and now. Audrey "Two grande mocha lattes, light on the steamed milk please. One blueberry bagel with light cream cheese and one plain bagel with strawberry cream cheese, and I think that's all." My morning breakfast with my dad consisted of well, Einstein's bagels and coffees on 4th Street. And although not exactly the dieters dream, it worked for us. My dad runs a recording studio. It's small and although no one big has ever recorded there, it pays the bills. I love the studio. I have spent countless nights falling asleep on the soft, black leather couch or writing different songs on the baby grand piano in the practice room.To me, this was where I belonged and the madness in the city was the method to my life here. My name is Audrey. What do you think when you hear that name? Most people think Audrey as in Audrey Hepburn in all of her graceful and perfect glory. That is so not me. I think that was my mom's wishes for me, but I'm not graceful, I'm not drop dead gorgeous, and I don't have a calm, even manner about me. I am a tomboy. I would choose my low-rise flairs and a tank top over a dress or a skirt any day. I love Def Leppard and Matchbox 20, and I hate anything Teeny. I'd rather sit and watch people communicate than be a part of it. I'm the girl that you would see sitting in the corner with a book at a coffee shop and the one crowd surfing at a concert. Needless to say, most of my friends are of the male persuasion and that has been something of a blessing. I know how the male mind works, it's really depraved in all of it's glory, but I love being in the company of those who are not afraid to burp out loud. So yeah, graceful and elegant, that's not me. After paying for the ever so healthy breakfast, yeah right, I returned to the studio to be greeted only by a ringing phone. Good God, it's only eight am. Don't these poeple know that you aren't supposed to call until at least one half of my caffeinated beverage of choice has been sufficiently finsihed? Obviously, no. "Thank you for calling Sound Enforcement, How can I help you?" Isaac Sometimes, I amaze even me. My brothers were beyond the point of stressed and since we decided to take the day away from the studio, I decided to plan a surprise get away. Meaning, get away from the loud house, stressful record comapnies, and most of all the girlfriends. Now, don't get me wrong, Tay's girl and my girl are great girls, but not for us, and unfortunately, neithe rof us have found a nice way of getting out of the sitaution. We need out and heck, I want out. Anyway, I finally think that I've solved the problems for the Hanson band and satisfied our manager and the record company as well. We can go on a vacation and rent a recording studio to finsih the last bit of the album while being able to live in a large, let me make that very clear, LARGE apartment. So each of us can have our own spcae. That should solve most of the problems, including what Taylor and I have affectionately reffered to as the "Girlfriend Dilemma". Yeah, we so definitely need this. |
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| Music to read by: We're At The Top Of The World by The Juliana Theory We're at the top of the world, you and I. We've got alot of time and it sure feels right. Cause you reached in your pocket and pulled out a pass that says you can take me anywhere. We're on the top of the world, here tonight. We've got alot of time and it sure feels right. Cause I'm up here running behind you. I'm up here running in repeat. |