Just Dance[Openn]

[Sid Phillips]

Sid was very impressed, but didn't show it. "To bad you're not as devoted to this as your mother is" he made a wise crack, giving her a small bow and jumped off the stage to his guitar bag. He pulled out his Gibson and fiddled with the pegs to make sure it was tuned. "Well you lie, you do show a lot of emotion." he smirked, sitting back down and played a few simple cords, his hand working the fret. He closed his eyes, feeling the song in his veins. It didn't sound the same without it plugged to the amp, but he could still feel it, singing softly to himself in perfect key. "When I see your smile, tears roll down my face. I can't replace." His long fingers, hitting each note, plucking the strings ever so gently, only wishing he had pulled out his pick, but he will have to do until he could plug his guitar in and really get the full effect. "And now that I'm stronger I have figured out, how this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul. and I know, I'll find deep inside me, I can be the one..." Sid opened his big hazel eyes and looked over at Jac. "This isn't bothering you is it? I can always go somewhere else to...practice..." he obviously didn't impress her in any way, so why even bother flirting, he was going to be himself, though his choice of music probably wasn't hers so he picked something subtle.

[Jacqueline Girard]

"Yes it is too bad. And I never said that I thought my dancing has no emotion, I said that other people think my dancing has no emotion. I practice in front of mirrors, I only really dance on stage." Jac said, sorrow in her voice. She tied the converse on her feet and then went over to her dance bag. She got out a zip-up sweatshirt and put her arms through the sleeves. She didn't zip it up and picked her bag up from the floor and placed it on her shoulder. Jac let her caramel wavy hair out of the tight bun and then pushed it off her shoulders. She stood there for a few minutes, listening to him singing. "No it's not bothering me at all. I have to go meet my mom for lunch anyway, so... yeah. You have a really nice voice. The type of music I like, actually. I can't stand rap or pop. I usually like alternative music with nicer male vocals." She told him as she walked down the steps on the side of the stage.

[Sid Phillips]

So they liked the same type of music, well that was a plus. "Any requests?" he asked, pulling out his other bag holding his acoustic guitar. "Name it, I'll play it for you" he smiled his gorgeous smile at Jac, showing his perfectly white straight teeth. The playlist from his band began flashing in his mind, they weren't a Cover band anymore, but he could still play anything and everything, that he knew anyways.

Though he chuckled at her sudden urge to leave. "Say hello to mother dearest Jac, nice meeting you." his hands went back to the fret, working the guitar solo of Metallica. Closing his hazel eyes, Sid smiled, swaying back and forth a bit getting into the beat. How he loved playing, it was his environment, his thing and Sid was good at it. Spending all that time in the side wings watching his mother play in front of thousands of people got him going and couldn't wait to be just like her.