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Post by monica pierson on Sept 29, 2010 18:11:08 GMT -5
 i wake up every e v e n i n g ;
with a big smile on my f a c e ,
and it n e v e r feels out of p l a c e .word count: 868. | lyrics: gives you hell by the all-american rejects. | tag: open.
notes: i promise that i don't bite. :3- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Empty.
That was good, she mentally noted. A part of her was extremely surprised. How was it even remotely possible that the rehearsal room was empty? She didn't really understand all of the show choir concepts, but she did know that they practiced constantly. It was almost like a cult, she imagined, or being in the military. It seemed that the same group of twenty people was always humming and singing through class, and that right after those classes ended, they packed into the rehearsal room. They practiced for ridiculously long amounts of times. It was the only program the school really had going for them, she had learned, so it partially made sense. Why so many people wanted to dance around and sing was beyond her, but they were supposedly the reigning champion group. They did get to play in front of audiences who actually enjoyed them, and supposedly they got to rock out, though. Perhaps that was the allure? It sure looked like that to Monica. Maybe they were in the auditorium. Did they play pep rallies and stuff like that? She didn't really know any of the details. She had seen the props and set up in the auditorium, behind the stage. It was ridiculous how much money was sunk into the singing program, but it was better than the music program having no money like most schools.
She set her messenger bag down on a chair, quickly looking around. The room was empty and silent, and it revealed no signs of the group returning. She mentally prayed that they were at practice in the auditorium, practicing for a school-wide show or something obnoxious like that. She didn't want anyone coming in and yelling at her to get out, demanding who she was and why she was there. What would her excuse have been, anyways? She wasn't in any music classes at Carmel, that couldn't be her excuse. She didn't even know what the band director's name was. She wasn't entirely sure what had even drawn her into the room. Probably the uncharacteristic quietness, doubled with the fact that she knew there was a piano and a drum set constantly fixed in one corner. The accompaniment musicians were always the least recognized, but at least they had equipment. She tugged at the baggy striped sleeves of her shirt, pulling the long black and white fabric so it was around her elbows. It would probably be the only time she would ever be in the room, she mine as well take advantage of it.
She was certain the piano was in tune.
There was nothing more annoying than an old piano that wasn't very well taken care of.
A few quick steps and Monica was running her fingers over the cymbals of the drum set. They weren't the newest instruments she had ever seen, but they were in good condition. There was no doubt in her mind that Carmel took great care of Vocal Adrenaline and loved to spoil the performers. She had seen pictures of their uniforms from the contests last year, in a school paper article that featured what the year would have in store. If there was one organization here that the school sunk all its money into, it was certainly the show choir. She poked and prodded at the drums, listening to pitches. Her eyebrows raised before finally sliding on to the piano bench. She remained still for a moment, before pushing a piece of blonde hair from her face. Her eyes focused on the keys before she slowly raised her hands, pushing the first chords. She held the notes, inhaling deeply, before she finally figure out what to play and began to move her fingers.
The song began simple, almost like listening to the beginning of an elementary song. Her eyes slid open as she began to toss in embellishment. Within thirty seconds, she was on a roll. Monica didn't consider it to be an improvisation. She knew many songs, she was just picking and choosing certain keys and patterns from them to mash together in a way that she liked. Her shoulders remained hunched as she kept her face tilted towards the keys. When she reached close to two minutes of playing, and slight smile appeared on her face. Still, she continued to play. The noise of the piano was too much for her to notice somebody walk into the room. She was too absorbed in her playing to realize that she was no longer alone. That was no longer a worry for her. Getting yelled at by whoever the coach was would be enough. She was genuinely enjoying herself. It was one of the first positive steps to getting used to her new school. Even if it was somebody in a position of power, she could just never step inside the choir room. She would settled for her keyboard at home, or even the piano in the band room. She was so absorbed that she didn't expect to allow her finger to slip, to throw in a sharp where it didn't sound right.
She pounded to a halt.
Monica withdrew her hands to her lap, staring at the keys.
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Post by gabriela lupei on Sept 30, 2010 21:27:06 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------------- Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel?
If there is then let me in so I know that I'm not the only one
--------------------------------------------------------- School, it was always so dull and boring to be trolling within the halls of it, but that's what Gabi was doing. There was little to nothing to do and it was irritating at best. Only reason Gabi was still at school was because she was waiting around for Emily. With how much Vocal Adrenaline practiced, Gabi was never quite sure if they were going to be done early or late. So instead she made it a habit to stick around school and wait for the verdict. Emily would either take a bathroom break to say it was going to be late or show up eventually to say where to next. All Gabi knew for sure was that Emily was lucky to have a friend like her around. Without Gabi, Emily probably wouldn't have much for plans outside of Vocal Adrenaline besides sleeping with guys. 'Course they do that anyways, sort of, but they did other things on top of that. No matter what they did outside of school though, Gabi was stuck within it and it was driving her crazy, like it always did. Trolling the halls, the gray cape vest she was wearing fluttered seductively behind her as she trotted along. Black flip flops slapping against the ceramic floor the school had while her chocolate eyes idly scanned the empty halls before her. No one seemed to be around and from the silence, Gabi figured Vocal Adrenaline was in the auditorium. Already she was expecting Em to come up and say there was going to be another long night of practice. In itself, it wasn't really a bad thing, but the wasted time was.
Before Emily could talk to Gabi though, she was already getting impatient as she began to move towards the exit. She didn't feel like sticking around any longer since she didn't want the waves she had to put into her hair to have been for nothing. 'Course Gabi's attire in itself was rather odd at best. Besides the gray vest cape she was wearing, she had a black t-shirt that spoke about a zombie apocalypse, light brown parachute pants, her flip flops, a leather messenger bag resting against her toosh, and to complete the look she had a gray fedora with a light gray skull upon it. The hat was tipped back wards slightly so Gabi could see properly, but normally she had it tipped down just for a nice look. Not like everything thought her attire was nice though, but that rarely bothered Gabi. On her way towards the front door of the school though, she passed the choir room and was forced to stop. Her ears caught music and she had to perk a brow as she wondered what was going on. There was no singing so it clearly was not the show choir, so Gabi's curiosity only grew quicker. Moving up towards the choir door, Gabi peeked in through the window, but the view was not the best as the view was abstracted from the lack of view point from the door window. Wanting to know what was going on, Gabi pried the door open, amazed to find it was actually unlocked, and entered without a care in the world. Certainly she could get into some sort of trouble, but trouble seemed to be Gabi's thing. After all, she had three detentions to serve sometime this week anyways! So what was new?
Upon entering the room, Gabi found herself looking at only one person in the room and she appeared to be that new girl. Crossing her arms over her chest, Gabi came to rest her back against the door frame as she watched in idle silence. Critical eyes viewed over Monica's form, not like Gabi knew what to look for, but she examined the girl never the less. Listening carefully to the music, Gabi had to admit that she wasn't familiar with the piece until she noticed a single tune that came through. It was a part of a song she adored when she was younger. Daring to listen even closer, she noticed that most of them were pieces and parts of other songs, or at least she began to assume so. Most of what Monica was playing was beyond Gabi's knowledge, but as an odd note was played, Gabi felt a cringe within her and it seemed Monica felt the same discomfort as the music stopped. A deviant idea popped into her head as she spoke out, masking her voice to be a bit deeper then what it was, mostly to pass off as some sort of teacher, "What are you doing in here? You are in big trouble little lady. Its time for you to come with me to the principle's office," she stated in a strict tone. Gabi had to force herself not to laugh during her words, but she couldn't help but grin during it all.
Now all Gabi did was watch Monica, waiting to see what she would do to something like that. Oh how Gabi was hoping to see the girl jump from the sudden voice entering the air. That would make these past few moments worth waiting around. Who knows, maybe even Emily would show up so they could go else where. If that happened, Gabi couldn't help but wonder if they would dare bring Monica with or just leave her to whatever she wanted to do. Questions, questions.
--------------------------------------------------------- monica pierson ;; to whom906 ;; these wordsw'erehanseh & eminem ;; for
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