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Post by ryan on Mar 31, 2009 23:49:49 GMT -5
Ryan could feel the auditorium surround him. The felt covered acoustically sound walls, were sure to be amazing. Ryan went to the back of the sound booth. If he was gonna nail his audition in two months, he would have to be perfect. He turned on the sound system, which he had learned from his apprenticeship under the house director in London, and then did a quick Mic check. He tapped it once. It echoed. He was good to go. He was wearing some brown shorts, and a dark red muscle shirt, and he was on his knee's getting in to full character. The song was written in such a way that he would sing first, then the music would come on.
"Close every door to me, hide all the world..from me." the music kicked in.
"Bar all the windows, and shut out the light"
Ryan had a remarkably high range. He always made the joke, that he looked like a man, sang like a woman. He went all the way up to an F5, but mostly stayed down at a comfortable E2. Sometimes he struggled to hit the low notes, but most of the time, he would skirt by. He could just get lucky some nights. He was a world class actor, but he only talked, and conversed with others, when on stage, or at rehearsal. If he wasn't in those two places, he did his talking through a six pack of post-its he normally kept with him.
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Post by gorms on Apr 1, 2009 0:18:11 GMT -5
Megan was never the type of person to stay inside her dorm all night and... sleep? You have got to be kidding me. Even late night gossip hour with her roommate wasn't enough to keep Megan satisfied. She needs something different to keep her entertained... or life just seemed so boring. Sometimes she would just sit on the cold bathroom floor all night and sketch, as long as it was something to do.
Tonight was just one of those nights, where the seconds ticked by like hours. Minutes like days, and hours like weeks. The dark room felt like a prison and she was an innocent prisoner, stuck inside the slammer for a life-sentence. She just had to do something. Once the clock hit 1, Megan slipped out of bed and made her way out into the deserted corridor.
She tip-toed down the hallway, looking for any sign of human-activity. Finally, as she approached the theater classroom, she heard music being played by a student. She sighed, and made her way into the room. Not like he was going to bite... |
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Post by ryan on Apr 1, 2009 0:55:24 GMT -5
Ryan felt the atmosphere change as the song got deeper, and deeper. He had heard the door creak over the music. Although he still felt like he was singing to a train, he thought there was a black shape all the way in the back of where his make-believe audience should be.
"For I know I shall find, my own peace of mind, for I have been promised a land of my own"
The high note immanated from his body, through his chest, through the vocal chords, and through his mouth. He let the high note resonate, then took a small bow. He walked down the step to the stage, and drank from his blue water bottle.
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Post by gorms on Apr 1, 2009 1:36:28 GMT -5
Apparently he had not seen her, so Megan took another step closer to the stage, hoping he would acknowledge her presence. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot playfully on the floor as a hint of a smile slid onto her face.
She felt a bit uncomfortable, considering she doesn't even know him, but then again, she was never really nervous in front of guys, unless she had a crush on them.
She stood there in her light pink and black satin Victoria's Secret pajama shorts and tank-top with a black Juicy Couture hoodie pulled on top.
Hopefully he wasn't one of those diamond boys or whatever. They pissed her off to no extent. Hopefully they will one day realize that it's not cool to act like you're better than someone else because of how much more money you have than them. It's actually quite childish and immature. |
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Post by ryan on Apr 1, 2009 1:50:51 GMT -5
Ryan looked at her up and down, She was hot, but it didn't matter. She seemed out of his league, he was a lowly amethyst. He looked at her, "I'm an....Amethyst. I was laughed at for being one earlier, so if you want to end this. Do it" he said before taking another drink of his water. He didn't know why it was here, and no one else, it was stupid. Everyone thought they were better then everyone else. Call him humble, Ryan never thought that he was better then anyone else, just because of his social class. If you were a prick, ryan was a better person.
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Post by gorms on Apr 1, 2009 2:12:24 GMT -5
Megan laughed.
"Seriously?" She asked with a cough.
"Honestly, to me, this ranking crap is bull shit." She said rolling her eyes.
"I personally see it as an excuse for immature spoiled rich kids to act even more bitchy to one another." She said with a smile.
"Trust me, I'm seriously not like you think." She said as she walked closer to him and with a smile said,
"I'm Megan." |
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Post by ryan on Apr 1, 2009 2:22:31 GMT -5
"I'm um Ryan" he said before taking yet another drink of water. "Sorry for thinking of everyone here being stuck up, and stupid. It just seems to fit most people." he said as looked up and made sure the light were starting to die. He made them work on a suicide timer. He had planned to watch the movie of Joseph, which he did almost every night, before falling asleep. "So how truely, how did I sound" he said before putting his bag down, as the lights died to just a dim lamp. He could only watch as the lights died, and the screen automatically lowered, and the menu to the dvd played, with its cursor next to play.
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Post by gorms on Apr 1, 2009 2:32:46 GMT -5
"No, it's cool, I honestly don't blame you for thinking that. When I first got here I thought the same exact thing because I got made fun of for being a sapphire." She said as she sat down on one of the seats in the classroom.
She thought back to the performance and when she first walked in on him practicing.
"And, really, it was good." She said with a smile.
"A hell of a lot better than I could ever do!" She said as she laughed at the thought of herself singing.
"Honestly, when I sing, some people mistake it for a cat dying." She said trying to lighten the mood.
"That's why I'm here for strictly fashion." She said with a grin.
Megan remembered back to when she first arrived at the academy and she heard all the excellent singers, watched all the multi-talented actors do their thing on stage, and saw all the detailed work from the students in the fashion class. She has to admit that yet she was proud of her skills, she was intimidated. How could you not though? These kids were the cream of the crop from around the world. But, at the same time, she needed to realize that just like all these other students, she was accepted here, too. |
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Post by ryan on Apr 1, 2009 2:45:33 GMT -5
Ryan looked at her. "I'm not actually that good" he scoffed as he sat down in the red comfy chair. "So where are you from" he ventured. Rushing into a conversation with someone you didn't know probably wasn't the best idea, but hell, what did he have to lose. He took one more drink of water before putting the spent bottle in his bag. He took out his pad of paper, and began to take notes on the movie, and his singing performance that he had just done. "I'm from england." he said as he rubbed his arms on the red armrests. 'Idiot' he thougt. 'I shouldn't have asked her that question, it was stupid.'
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Post by gorms on Apr 1, 2009 2:55:45 GMT -5
"Naww, really, you were good!" She said with a smile as she yawned a little.
"And I'm from sunny California!" Megan announced proudly. She missed California like it was a passed-away pet. Back when she lived there, she was apart of the in-crowd. She was the one people wanted to hang out with. There was no princesses or princes to steal her spotlight or ridicule her.
"Sometimes I feel like I don't really belong here, you know?" She said as she examined her nails and then looked up,
"It feels like when you're here, you're nothing special and that there's always people outshining you. Like your best isn't good enough." She said, venting a little to this complete stranger.
"And, England? Geesh." She said as she raised her eyebrow.
"I've been there before. It's such a beautiful country. I really like Paris in particular, though." |
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Post by ryan on Apr 1, 2009 3:05:17 GMT -5
California, he remembered it well. The sun, the waves, the warm ocean water slamming his skin when he wasn't performing, he always wanted to see what was around the theaters he so frequently performed in. It really was beautiful, "Yeah, I did a show in cali" he mumbled. He found his random hot girl, to be suprisingly good company. She could identify with him on many levels. "I think me and you both" he held out his hand " One, hate most of the people we go to school with, and two, want a much, much warmer climate." he finished.
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Post by gorms on Apr 1, 2009 12:15:47 GMT -5
Megan laughed and held out her hand and shook his.
"Yes, you are a very observant one!" She said with a smile and let her hand fall back down to her side.
"Well, actually, I wouldn't go as far as saying I hate them.. It's just that they could all be better people, if it wasn't for these gay rankings." She said with a sigh.
"Seriously, just because your parents have more money than someone else, doesn't mean you can treat them like crap." She said, proud of her convincing words.
"All in all, we are all very talented people here for the same reason." She said with a sincere smile.
"So, we might as well all get a long, right?" |
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Post by ryan on Apr 2, 2009 20:33:39 GMT -5
Ryan loved hearing her talk, feeling the emotion in her voice. He enjoyed her in general, a good voice, and a great body. "Yeah, I guess so" he said letting go of her hand. "Yeah, I've got to say though, apparently it isn't cold enough to make people not want to go outside wearing they're pajamas" he said grabbing the end of her sleeve and tugging it a little. He looked up at the ceiling, It was a nice place to be. A warm auditorium and a hot girl. Great. He looked back down at his new girl/friend. She was truly gorgeous, and ryan thought that she would be fun to start out with. He wasn't some pig, only on the lookout for sex, but he also wasn't one to stay with one girl for more then a month tops.
It was an unstated rule he had. He hadn't ever felt true love for a person, which he wasn't sure if he wanted or not. It had never really crossed his mind, whether he wanted physical things, or to be with someone that he loved, for some reason, he could never really make that "end-all" connection with somebody. He knew that he would get married at thirty-three, because that is the age that jesus was when he laid down his life. The joke had always made him laugh. "So why would some beautiful california sweetheart, be in old, cold, wet Ireland?" he said wonderingly
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