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NOW CONFIRMED: Beck Lanier is engaged!
Spotted at New York’s JFK airport after their flight from Athens, rock guitarist Beck Lanier and his new lady love, photographer Violet Hildebrand, were spotted hugging and kissing goodbye. The sexy couple took a moment to pose with fans, and Beck confirmed they are ENGAGED! It’s official! Congrats to the beautiful couple!
Young Freefall fan Penny Cole spotted the loved up duo on her way through JFK and took these pics <click HERE for gallery> Cole writes that, when asked, Beck confirmed his engagement, and he and his fiancée were happy to pose for pics with her and her friends.
“It was so exciting! They’re both so nice. He’s the coolest guy ever! And the hottest! I’m so happy for him. For both of them!” remarked Cole about her experience.
*See pics <HERE> of Beck and Violet’s romantic hugs and intimate kisses goodbye at JFK
*See a closeup <HERE> of the gorgeous ring that Beck gave his lady love in Athens
*See pics <HERE> of their engagement party with friends at a café in Athens
Unfortunately, the newly engaged couple’s time together was abruptly cut short when Beck had to rush home to L.A. to be with close friend, Freefall bass guitarist, Jude Decker, who has been hospitalized for exhaustion as the band’s manager, Ford MacGregor, stated in a press release early this morning. Our thoughts and prayers are with Jude, his family, and the band.
How will this affect the band working on their upcoming album? That remains to be seen.
In the meantime, we’re thrilled that the brooding bad boy of rock has found his mate! Will there be wedding plans soon? We hope so!
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Beck
Jude studied me as I sat down at the edge of his hospital bed. I’d gotten in too late last night to make visiting hours, so I woke up early this morning and got myself here first thing. His face was paler than usual, the blue veins on his skin visible, and the black smudges under his eyes giving him an even starker appearance. I took his cold tattooed hand in mine.
He squeezed my hand. “You’re getting mushy on me, Becks.”
“Deep inside, I’ve always been mushy,” I murmured. “And you know that.”
A small grin perked his lips. “You look different.”
“I met up with Tag in Greece for a week. Got lots of sun and fresh air.”
“Hmm, and that’s not all, I’ll bet.” His grin grew wider. “That’s why you look like you swallowed the world. How is that asshole?”
“Same asshole we’ve always known.” I laughed. “He’s doing real good. Still ambitious, still doesn’t let the crazy get to him. He surfs the waves of it all.”
“He was always good at that.”
“Right?”
“You must have had a blast. Endless women, huh?”
“One.”
His eyes widened. “One? Only one? No way.”
“Yes way. So glad you left me that box of goodies in my bag.”
“Oh right—I did, didn’t I?” He shifted in the stiff bedding. “Is she Greek? Did she come to L.A. with you?”
“Would you believe, I’ve known Violet for years? She’s from my mom’s town in South Dakota. After the tour, when I went to Meager for a week to hole up, our paths crossed one night.”
“Cool. You really like her, don’t you? I think I’m seeing more than sun and surf on you, here.” He laughed softly.
“I like her a lot.”
“Shit, did my drama interrupt your trip?”
“No, We’d just landed in New York when my dad called and told me.”
“Eric’s been great. I’m glad my mom wasn’t on her own here last night.” He swallowed. “I didn’t do this on purpose. That’s what everybody’s thinking, but it’s not true. We were just partying, hanging out with Sig and his band, having a good time. I overdid it, obviously.”
Overdid or overdosed? “Yeah, Jude, I get it.”
“You’re too nice to yell at me, to cuss me out.”
I only sniffed in air, my hand tightening over his.
“I’m sorry…” his voice broke.
“Stop. You don’t owe me any apologies. I love you, Jude. We’ve been friends since we were young and stupid boys. I worry about you, that’s all.”
“I don’t want you to worry about me.”
“I always have.” My voice came out sharp and I didn’t mean it to.
He sank back onto his pillow. “Can you open the blinds for me? I really hate not being able to see outside”
“Sure.” I darted up from the bed and raised the blinds. A grim urban landscape filled the window. “Better, huh?”
“Yeah. Sometimes I just want to make everything stop, you know? I’m so tired.”
“I know, Jude. This was one fucking exhausting tour. We’re all tired. But somehow we’ve got to make better choices for ourselves and stick to them. And at the end of each choice is our love of the music, of our band. The thing we always dreamed of, the thing we’re doing now. Choose that, Jude. You need to be on that road, we all do. That’s where the good times are, the significant ones that last.”
“I fucked up the schedule now. We’re due in the studio real soon, right? I don’t even know what fucking day it is. Now how are we gonna…”
“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out, all of it. Don’t worry. We will work it out. We’re big boys.”
“Professionals.” He cracked a tight grin.
That word had never felt so charged, so heavy like it did right now. “We have a deadline, and we’ll keep to it. Myles, Zack, and me will get started, get some melodies down, some lyrics, and we’ll keep you in the loop, of course. And when you’re ready to come to the studio, we’ll all be ready to make it fly.”
“Okay. Sounds good.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Jude. I want to know. I need to hear it from you. I need to know where I can help.”
“It used to be fun.” His voice was above a whisper. “Maybe it can’t be fun anymore, now that we’ve hit it this big. Now that there are all these things we have to keep doing to keep the rat wheel turning and turning fast. It feels like everything changed and I didn’t realize. Can I even catch up?
“Don’t get me wrong, Beck. I’m grateful for everything we’ve achieved, everything we’ve got—the solid album, the sold out tour, the fans, the money—first time in my life I’m not worried about rent or food. But the last month just felt like I was grinding myself into a pulp. And with you and Myles fighting—”
“We weren’t always fighting.”
“No, you weren’t. But that tension was always between you, spoken or unspoken. The fuck of it all is that the two of you jam so well together when we play. When you let go of all that crap and fly. There was so much noise all of a sudden. Getting to the fly part became hard work, and that sucked. The last month felt like I had to make myself show up at some job.”