Post by jason levito on Aug 7, 2008 14:51:25 GMT -5
and scream if you still hate my name,
cause i'll be where i fell.
They said that it was really a shock to the world, it was really a reality check what had happened to one of the most known names of the world. Jason Levito was a completely lost cause. They said that it was such a shame that something to beautiful and creative as him had to be so destructive. The world mourned if only for a moment because of the creative loss after Jason Levito 'snapped'. Autumn Falls was at the height of the musical world, they topped just about every rock band out there. If you hated them or you loved them, you knew them. They had their songs covering radio stations and music television stations worldwide, and it almost seemed like they never stopped touring and breaking records. In one world wide tour they sold out 236 shows, and the tour was noted to be one of the most brutal tours any musician since the Beatles have put on.
They said that fans would wait for sometimes 48 hours at venues just so they could get a great spot right up by the stage, and no, though the band hit meda stardom, they weren't charging ridiculous numbers for their tickets. They had the same priced tickets as every other rock band out there. The world 'lost' a great artist the day that Jason was arrested for attempting a murder suicide. The day that Jason was arrested was a cold day for many people across the globe, and it was a warm day for others. The media loved it at first, to cover what had happened to Jason. They loved to dig deeper into his life and people were glad to come out about the things he did, his ex wife, his so called best friend, his estranged family. They all loved to sell his story to the world. Within the year he was taken to Whispering Willows two tell-all books were published, and he'd heard that people rushed to get them. His life was becoming the center of the publics interest. People want to know what is behind that icy glare of his.
His eyes scanned out the thick glassed window and he unconsciously licked his bottom lip. His eyes were completely empty and cold, nothing out of the ordinary for him. He didn't speak to anyone in the room, though a few of the people tried to speak to him. He was holding a torn up sketch book that basically looked like it had been through a tornado and down to hell as well. He didn't look approachable, to be honest, but when did he ever? Today was the monthly visiting day, and for the third month in a row, Jason did not have a single visitor.
Strange isn't it? That a man like him, who was on top of the world for so long, did not have a single person that wanted to see him. Just to see if he was doing okay, just to see if he was getting better, just to see if he was gaining any goddamn weight. The fact that no one wanted to see him had no affect on Jason at all, he was so numb to emotions by this point that the only one he could feel has become rage, and there is no rage that he feels for being alone.It is, after all, what he has always wanted. Being alone is similar to being dead, the only difference is you can still breathe. Being alone is just one step closer, and it's only a matter of time now.
