Noah Wilde

I think I’m just gonna give you props for having musical ability. I can’t even carry a tune.

Well... I am in a band?

Tell you what, my good sir, I’ll see if I can find a studio somewhere around here. Working on something awesome?

You can look, but I couldn’t find any. I hope so, but they all might just be about morning sickness and craving popsicles dipped in taco bell sauce.

“Yeah, but it’s still an important part of our history. You can say that again, good sir, we’ve all grown up and have done some pretty awesome stuff together because we all make such a great team. Tell you what, I’ll remind you what instrument I play if you remind me why we’re friends.”

“You play the keyboard, and we’re friends because i’m the one who recruited you to this band.”

Oh hush it, I’m back in Lima anyways. And don’t talk like that Noah, it’s a baby, not the end of the world.

It might as well be. It is the end of me being a successful musician. At least for a while. And that is the world to me, Zales.

“We were just a bunch of kids back in the day, messing around. Now, I feel like a terrible friend for causing those memories to surface. As for the videos being on YouTube, I hope you’re joking or I will start writing my resignation.”

“Messing around or not, it was pure embarrassing.” “Don’t do that. I was embarrassed of how I acted, but never actually embarrassed of who i was.” “I like actually looking back at those and seeing how far i’ve come. See how far we’ve come.” “You better start writing it, cuz I uploaded all of those videos about a year ago.” “I’m sure we kind find a new-- what instrument is it you play again?”

“Today on stupid things I’ve done, gone through all of my old video diaries. I was literally so cringe-worthy back then and the reasons why are limitless. Also, before you ask, you’re not allowed to see these for the same reasons.”

“Oh god; remember the videos we all used to make back in the day?” “So embarrassing. I was so embarrassed by my hair that i thought I had to straighten it. And I tried so hard just to make my voice sound deeper.” “Also, all the videos are on youtube. I know, I uploaded them.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t need a studio to be able to do that. It may not be the best but record it on your laptop or on music software at school and you can demo, demo it.”

I’m actually in this band that’s toured around the world and has three albums under there belt. So, I’ve written and recorded music before. I’m just, not in L.A. right now,  so I need to figure out how i could record some music here.

Oh my god, I didn’t think I’d miss Lima this much. It’s so quiet and peaceful and I’m not getting mauled by teenage boys and girls — this is the life.

Wanna trade places? I rather be back in L.A., then here, dealing with this.

Noah, Noah, Noah. First, yes, I’m here now to stir up a bit of trouble. Secondly, while Lima may suck, it’s nowhere near as stressful as LA.

Plus, I wanted to make sure everything’s alright around here.

You’re such a homebody. Plus, The stress is fun. It’s what keeps you going and keeps your life interesting. I think being in Lima is slowly but surely sending me into a deep meaningless depression.

Hey, I read the cover of it, that counts for something.

And here I thought you came back because you actually loved your family. God, and now I’ll be a grandmother by 42. I guess I can suck it up, is there anything you need? A hug, advice, a slap to the face?

no, it doesn’t.

Is it a bird, is it a plane? Nope, just a little nerd returning to Lima. What to do, who to see, where to go?

You're here now too? You could’ve spared yourself the boredom, Jord. Lima sucks.

[SMS ↷ BABYDADDY CHARLIE]: So, thanks for offering me out as a babysitter for people you wanna fuck.

[SMS ↷ BABYDADDY CHARLIE]: Did i say thanks, I mean, don't fucking do that again.

[SMS ↷ BABYDADDY CHARLIE]: I'm carrying your child, i'm not your damn wingman.

“Wait, is that not what happened? Why’re you looking at me like I’m an idiot?”

“How about this, you just think whatever you want too, and we’ll pretend that’s it..”

Right, remind me never to do anything nice for you again. Oh, and delete any and all proof you have of that text.

Pfft, you have to be nice to me, i’m your child. And why should I? I like having leverage against you.

Recently every time I say something nice to someone, they feel the need to screenshot it. Like listen, I know I’m not nice often but that’s crossing the line a bit

Of course i’m gonna screenshot it, mom. Proof that you actually have a heart.