1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!" or something.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on...
1. You have the golden opportunity to say whatever you want to William Beckett. No one else is around; it's just you and him. What do you tell him?
Well, this is definately going to be a long conversation. I had this all planned out at one point. "Why are you doing this? You're only hurting your true fans just to gain the fake ones who are going to drop you the second you drop out of style. I used to think that you were better than the rest of musicians. You really helped me get through some hard times in my life, and I'm not just saying that to be like all of your other fans. You used to stand for something to me, but the second you started treating people like shit, it hurt me. Everyone just says you have a weird sense of humor, but it's not humor when you mock people and blatently ignore people who've spent their hard earned money to see you. Without the fans, you'd be nothing and when you treat them like shit, you lose them. Don't think that you're famous just because you're on MTV, because most people have never heard of you. I miss the William Beckett that actually gave a shit about his fans, the one that played Nerf Guns on Warped Tour and the one who believed that everyone was a candle in a dark room. The minute you gave up your beliefs was the same minute that you sold out because a true sell-out gives up their beliefs just for fame and fortune. A hundred years from now, no one is going to even remember that you existed, so why waste life being an asshole to those that really care about you and your music." I really could go on longer than that, but I won't.
2. Who or what had the biggest influence on your desire to begin writing?
I can't remember a time when I didn't write. The whole reason why I taught myself how to read and write was to be able to escape from my father. It was a way out of a bad situation, and whenever eh would get on me about something, I'd lock myself in my room and read or write because when I was little, I really thought that when I imagined things, I was really in another world, somewhere where my father couldn't get me.
3. In what ways do you see your mother in yourself? Are you bothered by these qualities or do you embrace them?
My mom and I are both very stubborn in our ways. Whenever we start fighting over something, neither of us want to give in. We're both level-headed and think things through before we make descisions. I suppose, like her, I'm afraid to take chances. We both like to help people in the only ways that we know how, her through the church, myself through my own ways. It doesn't bother me too much that we are so similar, because lets face it, I'd rather take after her than my dad.
4. What was your biggest fear as a child?
That my parents didn't love me. I'm not even joking.
5. So you're driving down the road and you see "http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o307/anddontforget/this%20providence/dan4.png" this guy who in an alternate reality is not Dan Young, he's just some dude with a scruffy face, a plaid shirt and a nice smile. He's holding a sign requesting a ride to a destination that happens to be exactly where you're going which is half an hour away. Do you pick him up? If not, can you think of any instance where you WOULD pick up a hitch-hiker?
I would definately consider it for a minute. About five hundred questions would run through my head, like "Does he look like he could kill me?" and "How far away is this destination?", the further away the place is, the more likely I'd be to pick him up because he couldn't walk there. Eventually, my guilty concious would win out and I'd stop.
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