who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

boyfriend left. so i'm here now to do things.

so warning: boyfriend is coming to visit this weekend so i won't be on much. for anybody i'm plotting with (i.e. zoey and moons)

everybody dealt with death in their own way. some sobbed, some hid inside themselves, and other's seemed unphased by any of it. to most of the world, reed harris seemed like the last of those options when, after months of hospital visits and miracle after miracle, his grandfather, bernard harris finally passed away. to most of the world, reed harris had simply continued on with his life. he showed up to all his classes the next day only to have teachers pull him aside to let him know he could go lay down in the nurse's office if he needed to, but he never did. no, reed harris just continued on and nobody could understand how. bernard was the one, after all, that had gotten him started in music keeping him up late into the night as a child playing guitar on the porch and later passing on his knowledge as well as a beaten up on fender a few years later. ultimately reed would fall away, into the background as a bassist, but that didn't change who he owed his musical talent to.

reed harris - 25 - bassist - so this is my dude. he's in an upcoming band that's falling apart because everything has gotten a bit crazy now that there is serious business involved and the company their signed to kinda sucks.  originally from a small town where sports are everything he dropped football in order to keep up with his music. he's one of the 3 founding members of the band and him and the lead guitarist grew up next to each other. the fame has him pulling into himself a lot. he doesn't know how to deal with all the fans and kind of freezes up, and so he's been an irritable asshole recently. he also spends a lot of random time wandering around the city for solace hoping nobody notices him.  he needs really everything, especially a few more bandmates and friends.