Samhain: The first day of November, celebrated by the ancient Celts as a festival marking the beginning of Winter. Or, a modern retelling of Tam Lin with a side of hunky rockstar, because the author just can't control herself. Incredibly unserious. WARNING: Strong language, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of sex, unplanned pregnancy, etc.

groupies, fame, music and all the stress you can chug down with the liquor that runs through your veins- julian casablancas had been sat in that rollercoaster since a long while, he had the bends and the twists burned into reflex memory. nothing new went on in his part of town. artie damore was a lost soul. serving some sort of redemption of god knows what, her feet had trailed from place to place, looking for the reason why she was living a shitty flop thriller of the life she thought she was supposed to have. nothing new went on in her part of town. call it fate, call it karma; or call it an embarrassing october evening in new york city... // circa 2005 //

In which one burnt-out musician meets another.

All your dreams will come to life. So will all your nightmares. ― After narrowly surviving the car crash that killed his best friend, Andrew King is left to grapple with his loss and nurse a traumatic brain injury. With his injury comes a crippling sleep disorder, and sick of the restless nights and fatigued days, Andrew joins a clinical study to correct it as one of four subjects. The promise of returning to normalcy is lost as his dreams begin to take harrowing turns, prophetic in nature and vivid enough to be confused with waking life. Andrew bands with the other subjects, and they learn that the study has left them with the ability to live versions of the future in their dreams. Together they embark on a journey to find the forces behind their newfound abilities, only to quickly discover that some doors are best left unopened.

Carter Reid is looking for only one thing when she meets drug addicted, womanizer, lead singer Nolan Doufer. A job. Nolan Doufer is used to getting what he wants, a babysitter was not what he wanted, but looking at Carter he realizes there is one thing he can get from the perfectionist hired to "help" him. A laugh.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about. - Rumi ♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅ ‾ _ ‾ )=̲̅̅( ‾ _ ‾ |̲̅̅llılılı.♪♫

She was a wallflower and he was her wonderwall.