Michaela Barnes (michaela_barnes) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-07 10:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | kayla barnes, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Interview Time
Who: Kayla and Rachelle
Where: Chloe’s Sugar Shack
When: Friday, March 5th (Note: There was more to this scene, but I can't seem to find it at the moment *pouts*)
So, at Chloe's behest, Rachelle had left a message with Kayla, telling the girl that if she wanted some kind of interview, she'd be at the Sugar Shack at 6pm. It was curt and a little snippy... But she KNEW where it was gonna go. There was no way to discuss her musical career without discussing Lucy. Hell, the woman wouldn't be doing her job if Lucy WASN'T brought up in conversation at some point. So, steeling herself for anything the deejay and her little recorder could ask, Chelle sat there quietly with a hot chocolate in hand, wearing torn-up jeans, a Jerome Bettis football jersey, and a blue and white bandanna on her head almost gang-style.
Kayla came in a few minutes before six wearing her purple Doc's, tight-fitting faded black jeans and a Coma White t-shirt, her short black hair in a state of disarray. She had a small bag tucked under one arm with her mini-recorder in it. Her blue eyes scanned the café for a moment before settling on Rachelle, and she smiled before approaching the other woman. "Hi, I'm Kayla Barnes." She offered her hand to shake.
Just months earlier? Chelle would have flirted up a storm here. But now? She just gave a mildly forced grin and shook the other woman's hand. "Hey. I'm Rachelle Martin. Well, soon-to-be Rachelle Martin-Bale. So... I guess you're doin' one of these for everyone in the band?" She snickered, shrugging. "Good luck with Gideon. Forget cutting shit out... Kid's so quiet you'll have to ADD shit you cut outta OURS."
Poor Rachelle looked like she didn't want to be there. Kayla ordered a drink from Mouse with a wink before sitting down opposite the redhead. "I heard about that. Congratulations. ... And yeah, that's what I'm hoping, anyway. He should be interesting." She paused briefly, "Is there anything you'd like to ask before we get started?"
"Ask? No." Hey... Poor Kayla gave her the opening. "But there's something I'll tell ya." She gave a look that said she was deadly serious. "I know you gotta ask stuff. I know you need to ask me about Lucy Van Warren, seeing as I was in a band with her. But I'll tell you this. Any other subject? Ask anything you want. No holds barred. But if I think you're being even slightly sensationalistic or exploitative about that little girl? Honey... I don't care HOW hot you are: I was in jail once this month for punching a bitch in the head, I don't mind going for two."
Kayla smiled politely and accepted her drink from Mouse, taking a sip before speaking, "The last thing I want to do is be disrespectful to Lucy, or her family/bandmates. I have decency. ...And I don't doubt for a second that you'd hit me if I was anything but kind".
"Damn right. Like I said... you're hot as hell, but Lucy was my fuckin' GIRL. I'd punch ANYONE in the head for disrespecting her." And then a firm nod. "So... yeah. Fire away. Gimme my couple minutes of feeling like a celebrity."
Kayla laughed, "I expect this is just the beginning of your celebrity status." She set the mini recorder n the table between them, and gave Rachelle a cheeky 'are you ready?' smirk before letting loose. "Heeey everyone, welcome to K-Rock. As always, I'm the fabulous Kayla bringing you all the best interviews. Today I have with me Rachelle Martin, soon to be Rachelle Martin-Bale, bassist for local bands 'Suicide Messiah' and 'Van Warren'. Welcome to K-Rock, Rachelle." Sherolled her eyes, as if to say 'I have to make this intro for everyone.
Now... most people? Would adopt a new persona of sorts when on the air. Nope, not our Rachelle. "Dude... do you honestly talk like this to everyone? And people talk back? Jesus. Um... hi."
Kayla cracked up, "They make me do that intro. If I had my way I'd...Probably be worse, actually." She joked. "Well, I'd feel like less of a douche. Anyway. Welcome. Gotta admit, I'm a huge fan." She nodded. "Soo, how long have you been a musician?"
"About ten years. Started the year I met the Van Warrens, actually." She smiled softly, recalling it as she spoke. "I wanted SO badly to fit in with them, even though their family was so wealthy and mine was, well... barely middle class, but I couldn't figure out what to play.. I heard Primus on MTV a few days later, freaked out, and decided right there I wanted to play bass."
Kayla grinned, since she, too, couldn't figure out what to play when she was young. The only difference was she picked up and learned everything she got her hands on. "And what about Suicide Messiah? How'd you join them?"
Tact? Storytelling ability? Not in Rachelle's repertoire, thanks. "They had like, a hundred and thirty bass players in like a one year span or some shit. Wait, can I say 'shit' on the radio? Anyway. So, before they could be like Spinal Tap, Chloe convinced the others to trust her and just called me. I flew right out, and whammo. Here I am."
"God, I hope one of the bassists didn't spontaneously combust." Kayla wrinkled her nose cutely, "I have heard stories, though. Shows a lot of faith for Chloe to recommend you... and for you to come here. You're from San Diego, right?"
"Yup. Land of shitty sports teams, bad coffee, and not a whole fuckload else, man." Jesus Christ. Rachelle really had no clue what you shouldn't say in a broadcast interview. "Seriously. I hate San Diego sports like Kobe Bryant hates consentual sex."
Kayla smirked, but let the woman swear to her heart's content, since hey, what were 'bleep's' for, anyway? "Seems you've got a good deal going here, then", she snorted, "although I did hear recently that you spent the night in jail. Would that make you 'the wild one'?"
"Well, either that or the stupid one. I mean, it's not like I did some cool shit like, get arrested for protesting some radical movement...." She snorted then, rolling her eyes. "I got jealous because my girlfriend kissed another girl, and punched the bitch in the head. So... wild? Maybe. Stupid? Definitely."
"Would you say that you've learned from that experience, or that's it's contributed to your music in some way?" Kayla leaned back in her seat and took a sip of her drink, quietly studying Rachelle's face.
"Oh, I learned, all right. I learned that acting violently can be fun, but make you feel like hell later. I learned that my future in-laws have an endless supply of Rocky Balboa jokes at their disposal, and aren't afraid to use 'em. Constantly. And I learned that if you decide you NEED to punch someone in the head, don't use the knuckle. Oh, it makes the other bitch hurt worse, but good luck playing an instrument right for about a week." And then, at that second part? Chelle just STARED. "And tell me that second part is a joke? I mean, how would that contribute? I mean, you think anyone ever asked John Lennon what inspired him to write 'Imagine', and he said 'Oh! Punching a bitch in the bloody head, mate!'. No... I really doubt it."
"I don't know, it helped me. Of course, I was always on the receiving end." Kayla made a face and waved airily, "I'll edit that out. ... Good to know." She laughed weakly, "So, apart from Primus, who else would you say influenced you musically?"
"Musically? Cliff Burton from Metallica, David Ellefson from Megadeth, and... probably your mother."
After a beat, she shrugged.
"Just wanted to make sure you were paying attention."
Kayla just laughed and shook her head, "Smart ass. Alright, sooo. Any plans for the future?"
"Yep. I'm gonna finish this interview. Then I'm gonna go home, tell my fiance how smoking hot you were, then do things to her that any real detail of would get you kicked off the air. I might even do them on top of the big-ass piano she just moved in."
Then after waiting a half a second, she winced just a little.
"Or it's ENTIRELY possible you meant career-wise. In which case, yeah. We're working on our debut album now. When it's done, we're gonna tour with The Lazarus Project, who as you probably know, are basically Coma White, just with a new guitarist who ISN'T a total bitch-case."
Kayla blinked a few times and then burst into uncontrollable laughter. Where the hell did this chick come from? "Okay, well. Good luck with that," she winked. As a sidebar, she said: "I think that's all I need. I don't need to... Well, bring up what we discussed earlier. If there's anything else you wanna add, or think I should ask? I'm for it. If not? I'm fine with that, too."
"Yeah. I wanna add one more thing." Chelle took a deep breath, to keep strong, and began. "To avoid any questions by others in the future, take note. Lucy Van Warren was the greatest guitar player, the greatest KID, I've ever known. The fact that she looked at me like family make me infinitely better and cooler than ANY of you fuckers. There will never be another like her. Nuff said."
Kayla leaned over and hit 'stop' with a curt nod, "I didn't want to ask," she admitted. It seemed... crude, to her. "Thanks for this."