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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 27, 2008 0:21:16 GMT -5
Sidney was glad to find the band room unoccupied, though he hated band, but all the other music rooms were taken. "whatever..." he rolled his eyes, jumping onto the stage and fiddled with the amp. Setting his guitar gently onto the stage, he pulled the zipper of his vinyl case apart, pulling out his pride and joy. "Come to papa..." putting the strap over his shoulders then plugging it in.
He let his fingers run across the fret, sending shivers down his spine. "You are so beautiful..." yes, he spoke to his guitar, and if he could, he would swear off all woman, which will never happen, and marry his Gibson. Making sure his baby was tuned, he switched on the power and became rocking slowly, eyes closed as he felt the music, fingers pushing on the strings, pick plucking the cords to the solo that he felt in his heart.
"So far away, I'm gone. Please baby don't follow me tonight. And while I'm gone, everything, it will be alright." he sang softly in perfect tone, not having to warm up his voice what so ever, but he was tired of being lead singer, he just wanted to play his guitar and it showed as he played.
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Post by Keira Bennett on Sept 27, 2008 0:28:09 GMT -5
Forty-three inches of leg found themselves spread out on the floor and a long, lean chest pressed against them unfortunately this sexually charged looking act was nothing more than post stretching. Dressed in a back leotard, and a white, handkerchief shirt Keira touched her toes, fingers turning around the front of her pointe shoes, light pink satin slightly dusty. She was tired, and needing a drink but that could wait the last thing she wanted was cramp in her legs the following morning. Sitting back up she closed her legs and got to her feet, brushing down her bottom and the back of her thighs. Her toes weren't taped enough, she could tell now she'd finished and the feeling was back but ice water came in handy for that. Turning off the ipod clipped to her hip, Samantha Jade's voice cut short abruptly. Grabbing her kit bag she exited the studio she was in shoes silent on the flooring.
Messy, waist length blonde hair flowed down her back in a tangled fashion she was walked tiredly down the hallway and she was a lot warmer now she'd pulled on an over sized dance shirt. Kia still refused to dance with someone because she didn't trust them enough that they wouldn't drop her like the last time, and she still had the bruised hip to prove it luckily, the leotard covered the distinguishing feature. The British accent wasn't picked up on much anymore either but that was only because she tried her best to avoid speaking of course, she hadn't been to any of her vocal classes yet but for the time being she was playing the part of the mute in dance class. She merely nodded, smiled or shook her head and most seemed to understand her reasons for doing so while others thought it strange for someone to be ashamed for where they come from. Keira wasn't ashamed she just didn't like the sparks of interest.
Not paying attention yet again to where she was going, Kia walked through a set of doors, hands swiftly put back into her pockets, and the only sound made of her entrance was the sound of the doors closing behind her. Most of the students were in class or outside so it didn't bother her too much. Well, there was only one way out and that was to exit the door she just came through.
Keira was in a room, a large room, and she wasn't alone.
Her eyes pricked up, head tilted to the side, smile forming. Honestly, she’d been in love with Waking The Fallen since it first came out and unfortunately, that song meant more to her than anyone could imagine. Dropping her kit bag she silently walked to the piano in the top corner and sat down. Whether it was a good idea or not, she didn’t care. You couldn’t play that song without that melody, it just didn’t work. Gracefully, slight hands roamed the ivory, caressing each gently as she played. He wouldn’t have saw her, if she’d have wanted to be spotted she’d have gone to the other piano.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 27, 2008 0:39:47 GMT -5
Sid wasn't expecting company, yet hearing the melody from the piano made the solo even better, one completed the other. He didn't open his eyes, he didn't care who was in the other end of the room, putting to much of his soul, his fingers doing the talking instead. His body jerked with every movement of his hand to the fret, the pick begging to take a break of how hard he was holding onto it, hitting each string with perfection. How he craved for this, a slightly arrogant smirk appeared, knowing that all he needed to do was graduate and everything would be his, all thanks to his mother, but nevertheless, his band, if he managed to fill Johnathan's shoes as the drummer and finding a lead singer, was already signed up with a label and ready for their first tour in the summer.
He didn't stop, the music filling the room was like two birds singing in spring, one without the other would be dull and boring, this was perfection. Not daring to open his eyes, scared that the melody was probably in his head, he jerked it, thinking that maybe it would stop, but it continued, just as perfect as the tune from his guitar.
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Post by Keira Bennett on Sept 27, 2008 0:46:40 GMT -5
She carried on, foot hitting the pedals, fingers slipping over the off white with skill and perfect grace. Dancing may have been her passion, but music was her life. Naturally, she'd learned most things or rather most things she considered decent however, nothing compared to her as a pianist. Realising that she probably should have slipped off by now she let the melody trail off and silently got to her feet. Long, tangled locks swayed down her back as she walked away from the piano, stopping to scoop up her bag again. Funny, if she did slip off without a sound he'd think he was making it up in his head. Ever the idiot, and nonobservant she caught her foot on a chair leg and hissed abuse, a mixture of British slang and full on obscenities. Her feet hurt from the lack of proper tape and that made it worse.
She closed her eyes, teeth biting her lower lip hard as tears sprung to her eyes from the pain "shit" it came out so low, one could easily miss it but the sound wasn't so much. Still with that vast amount of leg on show she shot a look over her shoulder, hoping to God he hadn't heard.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 27, 2008 0:56:17 GMT -5
Sid heard the piano stop, a small frown forming on his lips. He opened his eyes, letting his hand drop from the fret, the pick thankful he had stopped abusing the thin plastic. HE looked around, spotting the source of the perfect melody. "You speak to your mother with that mouth? Gutted." spotting the accent, but not going to knock it, slightly finding it extremely sexy.
"Are you fine?" eyes spotting her legs, she must be new he hadn't banged spotted her before. pulling the guitar off his shoulders, he gently laid it onto the wooden flooring, and jumped off the stage, his boots hitting the wood hard underneath his feet. "You dancers and weak ankles. Need ice?" he wasn't a complete dick, just when Johnathan and James were around.
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Post by Keira Bennett on Sept 27, 2008 1:01:44 GMT -5
Keira frowned "no, ironically, I don't" bollocks, she spoke, wasn't happening again. She turned around and eyed him before shaking her head, silence, so much better. Pulling the chair over she put her foot on the seat, untying the ribbon around her ankle and taking off the shoe, the second swiftly followed. They were new, and the blood on her feet proved it. It had been that long since she'd done ballet her toes had softened up. She winced, putting her foot back down and shoving the shoes into her kit bag "I'll be fine, thanks" she still needed to be polite. Flicking her hair over she eyed him again "your really good. Not many could pull off Brian or Zack for that matter. Should be well chuffed" she flashed a soft smile before turning back around and walking to the door, wincing all the way.
Bloody shoes; fucking accent.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 27, 2008 1:10:52 GMT -5
Sid winced at the sight of the blood. Great a damsel in distress and he was being a good boy, what the hell was wrong with him "Here, let me help ya" without asking, he literally sweeping her off her feet. "Just point to the way I should take you." he smiled, hoping she didn't take offense, or thought anything weird from this.
"Oh crap...wait a sec.." he gently placed Kia onto a seat and ran back onto the stage in one single jump and quickly began putting his guitar away, like hell he was going to leave it behind, this was his first love nobody was going to separate them. "Thanks, by the way, nobody ever compared my playing to be as good as Vengeance or Synyster. I'm honoured..." for the first time ever, his cheeks were flushed, jumping back down, sure that his baby was secured on his back. "Ready?" he looked down, thinking it was the polite thing to do, ask before picking her up again.
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Post by Keira Bennett on Sept 27, 2008 1:17:15 GMT -5
She didn't speak, not one single word came from her lips, she merely frowned. Actually happier on the seat she scowled further when he picked her up again. She was barely over the 100 marker weight wise so she highly doubted he'd complain however, shutting up wasn't cutting it. She shrugged at the Vengeance/Syn comment, looking away partially. It was rare she found someone who even knew who they were anyway. She looked at him, his face was too close for comfort that was for bloody sure and he looked like the type she couldn't trust. Kia hitched a brow up "I'll walk it off" the melody in her voice alone was gentle, innocent "I've suffered worse than cracked toes" she nodded, trying to prove a point. Knowing she could freely shut her trap now she did. Flawless features emotionless, and cold though her eyes told a different tale.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 27, 2008 1:25:44 GMT -5
Sid smiled his perfectly white straight teeth at Keira "She talks, and here I thought I was just hearing voices in my head." throwing his hands up surrendering "Fine, I was just trying to be a gentleman, feel free to torture yourself even more from the pain that is obvious, never pictured you as a masochist, but whatever floats your boat." the smile became a smirk again, backing away. If she wasn't going to take his help, he was just going to practice some more.
Slowly this time, Sid's leather boots hit each step, climbing up and finding the amp once more. Unzipping his case, he felt euphoric as his hands ran through the cold metal before him, how he adored his guitar, and his facial expression proved it.
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Post by Keira Bennett on Sept 27, 2008 1:43:23 GMT -5
"You are, this is your conscience speaking tell you to stop being a gent because it doesn't fit your face" she muttered under her breath, pain made her crabby, obviously. Kia scowled, wincing further as she took a step beforeshe gave up, eyes closed, teeth gritted. She sighed, turning back around "carrying me would float my boat" stupid chair, she was fine before but no, she had to be clumsy. Hazel eyes watched him, defeat glazed over them before she shook her head, walking to the stage despite the pain. Sitting on the edge, she opened up her bag, grabbing the tape. Seperating the end she twisted it around her foot, blood soaked up slowly as she done so "nobody likes a gentleman anyway" she mused "they're just guys who find a sneakier way of getting into people's knickers. Rather someone be honest, personally" clipped British accent on show for him to hear rather than a watered down version.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 27, 2008 1:54:43 GMT -5
"My mother raised no fool" he snickered, putting his baby around his neck again, stroking it like it was a gem. The passion he had for his guitar didn't compare to anything or anymore, so he could care less what people thought, this was his baby and nobody would pry them away from each other. His mother was never there for him, being raised by the help, he was amazed he wasn't actually vulger. "You are just jealous the voices speak to me then" he smirked, beginning with a tune sure to catch her ear.
He didn't enjoy singing as much as playing, but he was going to make an exception. His hands worked the fret like it was part of him, automatically hitting the right note, string plucked at the right moment. He never warmed up his voice, yet it was as if he was born singing "Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets, coloring my senses cherry red; at least for this week... Kisses under starry night skies, talked about in song, we play along, so bitter sweet by our design. I'm sick and tired of writing songs about you, this is it, this is the end..." before he broke into the choirs, he looked at Keira and eyed her expression, wondering if she would approve or disapprove of the song.
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Post by Keira Bennett on Sept 27, 2008 2:01:58 GMT -5
She smirked, taped up her other foot "they speak to me too. Kia, hit the cocky American. Do it, hit him, you know you want to" she carried on smirking, unaware that she was speaking so openly. Looking the minute the song registered a smile graced her face. Keira looked over, smile still there "be still my beating heart, the pretty boy knows how to play me already" All Time Low were love, Alex Gaskarth was love in an arrogant wrapped box for sure. Pulling herself up she waked across the stage, humming along quietly before she sat down, watching him, singing softly along.
Least she was sticking around for now.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 27, 2008 2:09:55 GMT -5
Sid continued to play, but didn't start singing...yet "If you are my conscious, you wouldn't want to hit yourself, and definitely not call yourself a pretty boy because I know I'm damn hot and every girl wants me" he laughed, winking at Keira, has Sid Phillips finally decide to be himself?
"Take off your makeup and put down the camera, choke on the drama that makes me want to, tear up the pictures, the pages you've saved, creating a life of trends and make believe..." stroking the bridge, he smiled to himself, ignoring Kai sitting there pleased with herself for some reason. "Names Sid" he remarked, reopening his eyes, the hazel coloring not making contact with her. He wasn't flirting, far from it, but that didn't stop him for trying to be nice, since that didn't work, his ego would have to take over, possibly.
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Post by Keira Bennett on Sept 27, 2008 12:00:40 GMT -5
"I'm a self harming, modest conscious to compensate for that comment. Not everyone fancies you" she looked at him with a 'are you kidding me?' look on her face. She rolled her eyes at the wink "your emphasis of the point failed to reach home" she smirked, bringing her legs up comfortable under her slim frame. Letting her fingers drum a beat on her thigh, she happily listened while inspecting the place. Ever the curious creature albeit not the most observant of some things she merely scanned the place taking in small aspects of it rather than it as a whole.
She looked back at him when he spoke, and nodded casually "pleasure" should she really give her name? Couldn't hurt after all "Keira, call me Kia instead or whatever you can pull out of it as an abbreviation" she shrugged, not really caring what he called her but it would have been a damn sight better than new girl or the Brit that was for sure. Putting her hand into her hoodie pocket she pulled out a lollipop while by rights she shouldn't be eating anything with sugar in she wasn't listening to her father's orders for once. Tugging the clear wrapper off she popped it into her mouth, cola flavouring engulfing her taste buds. Looking back over to make conversation she gave him the once over "so, any reason your skiving or have you got a free lesson?" She questioned.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 27, 2008 15:22:41 GMT -5
Sid didn't put his guitar down, just simply went into another song, Staind's It's Been Awhile, though didn't sing, just played the bridge. "Pleasure..." he chuckled by her humor, definitely not like the typical girls in this school, and attractive to boot. "Let me guess, you hate it here and want to go back to the U.K.?" he just assumed, but that's how he felt when he first arrived to his mental prison, though in a few more months he would be free to go as he pleased.
"I never go to class..." he shrugged, that's what being wealthy was all about, pay people to take your classes for you. "And yourself?" contouring her question. "Kia, first week and already missing class? So very..." a small smirked spread on his lips "much like they type of people in my clique, but whatever..."
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