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Post by Ryland Yates on May 26, 2010 19:52:36 GMT -4
Oh yeah. This was the place to be. Ryland might be a music lover, but he hadn't ever been to a Concert Hall before. He had only seen one person there when he had been passing by and the man gave him permission to enter. He didn't know why; it looked closed. But it was amazing. It was only a few minutes ago that his eyes landed on the stage, but there he was, still staring. The atmosphere was great. Ry was curious as to what it was like playing up on a stage, because he had never tried. The only places he had ever played any of his instruments were at home or at the park. Sadly, he hadn't had the chance to play since he had arrived. But now he had his guitar case slung over his shoulder. It was a soft case, but still padded enough. It was slung over his back like a bookbag.
He forced himself to move towards the stage, not taking his eyes off of it for even a minute. Although he had to admit he would feel like an idiot if he tripped. After all, the only light was on the stage, which meant that if there was a sudden drop in the floor, he would go with it. It felt like it was taking ages for him to reach the stage, but he finally did and ran his hand over the smooth wood. To most people, he probably looked like an idiot. But the stage was a practical habitat for him - other than the sky, that is. He liked music, he liked drama, and the stage was the performing center for that.
Ry wanted to say something, even if he would be talking to himself. But he was speechless. To him, it was (almost) the most amazing thing in the world. Placing his hands on the wood, he heaved himself up onto the stage.When he turned around, he couldn't believe how high up the stage really was. It didn't really look all that tall when he was in front of him.
"The height must have increased from my excitement," he told himself, finally getting something out.
After all, he was an eagle. Well, he was when he transformed at least. Nothing really looked all that high to him unless he was up in the sky. His eyes landed on a chair that had been left on the stage. It was almost as if it was expecting him. Or maybe he was being paranoid about that. He pulled his guitar from it's case and sat down, holding it loose but firm and began playing. He didn't need an audience to enjoy playing, but having one was pretty awesome.
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Post by noella on May 26, 2010 20:28:07 GMT -4
“No, I’m sorry. But the classroom is too full, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” The women said before shutting the door in her face. Heartbreaking. That’s what that was. Just a true stab into the heart and a punch to the gut. She wasn’t allowed to dance? What? Those words didn’t seem to make sense in her head, she couldn’t express herself? Dance ballet? What? Noella just stood there in pure horror at the fact that those words were true. The girl slowly began to turn and walk down the hallway, her ipod headphones in so she could drown out all the bad thoughts in her head. Honestly it felt like going through with drawl, like she was some kind of sick and twisted drug addict when it came to ballet. Sighing softly she tried to think of a place she could dance all by herself, the hall? Yes! It had a huge stage and Noella could dance to her ipod. Ha! The perfect plane! The now grinning girl skipped down to a little door which lead to the back of the stage.
Slowly she entered and gently shut the door, she didn’t know if she was allowed to be here, but she would take the chance anyway. Setting her bag down she stretched out behind some of the side curtains, she didn’t want to pull a muscle, so this was vital. Humming gently Noella was about to get ready to go on stage but that was before she heard a thump! Squeaking rather loudly, she hid behind the thick curtains and bit her lower lip, she heard a boy’s voice, crap someone else was here? Why didn’t they say anything?! Well of course they wouldn’t because even they didn’t know she was there! Noella took in a few deep breaths as her heart began to beat rather quickly, what was she going to do? Noella wasn’t the type of person to jump out and greet someone, no she was a runner. She peeked out from behind the curtain and eye’d him, he had a guitar case. Interesting. Her eyes moved to the door and then she noticed something else and her stomach did a flip. Her bag! It was bright pink so if anyone missed it they were surely very, very blind. Her heart began to race even faster, she wasn’t good with people, not first meetings anyway, maybe he wouldn’t notice the bag? Or her loud squeak? Well if he didn’t he was blind and deaf.
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Post by Ryland Yates on May 26, 2010 21:10:44 GMT -4
Ryland moved his fingers on the strings with his left hand, strumming with his pick with his right hand. He had always been amazed out how those six strings could make so many different sounds. There was a microphone on the microphone stand in front of him, but he was afraid that the guy who had let him in would be watching him. Even if people said he could sing okay, he was afraid of people hearing him. He was afraid of him saying, "Oh, they were just being nice" or "They just didn't want to hurt your feelings."
He looked out to where the audience usually sat and could almost imagine the people sitting in them, watching his performance. One thing he couldn't figure out, was whether they would be cheering or not. He used to have nightmares about going up on stage and playing. The crowd didn't cheer, but they weren't trying to make him get off of stage either. No, they were just staring. Not in a good way either. If they didn't like it, the least they could do is tell him. What good did staring at him do?
As he was playing, he tried to focus on other areas of the room. That was when he noticed something. He hadn't seen it before, which a little strange since he had great eye sight. Then again, he had stared at the stage basically the whole time he had entered. By now he had stopped and was placing his guitar back in it's case. He looked around, but couldn't see anybody. Perhaps they forgot it or something. He stood in front of the bright pink bag and reached his hand towards it. Or maybe they were spying on him, about to leap out at him if he touched it. He pulled his hand back at the thought, but moved towards it again and picked it up.
"Hello? Is anybody in here?"
Usually there were name tags on the inside that people could fill out in case it got lost. He didn't know anybody who ever actually used them, though. Moreover, in order to see if this person did, it would require looking through the bag. That was something he didn't really want to do. He looked around the outside of the bag for a name tag, but didn't see anything.
"Anybody here?" he tried again.
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Post by noella on May 26, 2010 21:38:03 GMT -4
Oh god, what was she going to do? Stand there like a little girl and wait for her brother to come and find her? No, that was a stupid thought of her. Noella’s heart began to beat faster when she stopped hearing the soft music the other was playing. What was he doing? Leaving? Did he get that bored that fast? Noella poked her head out and looked at the male who was making his way to her bad, her heart honestly just stopped beating and she slowly dropped onto her knees and leaned forward, her hand slipped under the curtain and she began to feel around for her bag, the first thing she grabbed was… a shoe? Holy hell it was the boy’s shoe! No! Wrong item! Blushing even more she began to reach around more, this time up and then she finally felt the long strap grace her fingers and she grabbed it, pulling hard on the male’s grip. “Gimme!” She said squeaking again and finally was able to pull the bag out of the male’s grip and onto the floor where she once again pulled it behind the curtain. Mission complete! Now what would happen next?
Yes, Noella had her bag! Now what was her plan of action? Run? Nope. She was going to sit there and hope the male didn’t even bother to look behind the curtain. It would have been a monster for all the other male knew right? So why bother looking? Noella held her bag close to her, she wouldn’t answer his calls for a comment back, but she did stand up again, her face was hidden by the bag so he couldn’t see her. She was completely invisible to everyone around! God, Noella was so child like. Once more did her heart beat faster, she was waiting for an out come from the shoe grabbing and the bag pulling, if he did move the curtain she had an idea ready to go. If he didn’t well she had another idea ready. She was on the fence, she kind of wanted him to move the curtain so she had an excuse to leave right away and then he could leave with a peace of mind that the hall wasn’t completely haunted by a bag stealing hand. Meh, she had odd thoughts when she was nervous.
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Post by Ryland Yates on May 26, 2010 21:57:28 GMT -4
Ryland didn't know what was going on. First off, why had someone grabbed his foot? Before it had even registered, he felt the bag being pulled from his grip. He hadn't been holding it tightly anyways. Surely it had to be a person, but..he didn't understand why she - since it's a bright pink bag - would be afraid of him. If that's what it was exactly. He didn't think he looked scary. He was still looking at his empty hands, where the bag had been. His blue eyes traveled to the curtain, which must have been where she was hiding at now.
Ry bit his lip and slowly reached for the curtain. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said quietly.
He didn't want her to run away or anything. He didn't have many friends yet at the school; he hadn't been there that long. Not long enough for him to make hardly any friends at all. That was the type of person he was. His hands grasped at the curtain and he pulled it back, but only a little so that he could see in. It was now that he realized she hadn't tried hard to hide, except perhaps behind her bag. He smiled slightly; it was kind of cute for some reason.
"I'm sorry," he said, a little nervous. "I wasn't trying to go through your stuff. I thought someone had left it here and was trying to see if it had a name tag or something."
Ryland still hadn't decided if she had been there before he showed up, or if she came in after. But he was sure she must have been there before him, because she would have seen him. And by the way she was acting, he guessed if that was the case she would have left. It was big enough that they could share, but maybe whatever she liked to do, she didn't like to do in front of people. His hands fell to his side and he looked back at his guitar.
"Um... I could leave, if you want." He turned back to look at her. "If you like having the place to yourself."
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Post by noella on May 26, 2010 22:19:11 GMT -4
She heard the male’s voice again and she couldn’t help but feel bad for the stupid way she was acting, like a silly little child who was afraid of the boogy man. However, it didn’t stop her body from wincing when the curtain was pulled back, her bright nearly neon blue eyes met his for a moment before they looked away and she whispered in a church bell sounding voice, “I-I’m sorry, I’m just not use to dancing in front of… non-dancing students?” She said with a tiny smile playing at her lips, the only way you could tell she had a smile was because her cheeks perked up a bit, and a rose petal red hue began to take over them. Her eye’s lit up and she looked back at the male, her arms flailing around a bit like a chicken. “Oh, I know you weren’t! I just didn’t want you to find me is all!” Her face got even more red and now her cheeks took on the appearance of a tomato or maybe even something darker then that? Sighing softly she shifted in her bright ballet shoes before looking at the male oddly.
He was going to leave? “N-No! I mean, no! You can play! I’ll go, I only came because the dance teacher told me, I couldn’t dance today.” She said and bit her lower lip, her eyes were showing her emotions perfectly, right now she felt awful, for being like this but she honestly couldn’t help it. Oddly enough was more then she had ever spoken to someone on just meeting, normally she gave people short answers so they could leave her alone, but when push came to shove she knew how to be talkative with new people, even if she didn’t enjoy it. Was it because she hated new people? No, she loved them, but she was just so shy to talk to them that it made her seem like she didn’t like people. She looked at him again and back to his guitar, a tiny smile playing her lips once more, he seemed like he was enjoying himself so why should she have to vome along and completely ruin it for him? “S-So you stay okay? I’ll go…” She said and nodded and looked around, her voice said go but her feet said no. She felt like a deer in head lights and she wasn’t even a deer!
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Post by Ryland Yates on May 26, 2010 22:32:57 GMT -4
[Aw, but she's cute, haha. And funny.]
Ryland couldn't help but grin when she told him she wasn't used to dancing in front of "non-dancing" people. He could see how that would be strange or embarrassing. He was kind of like that with singing, except he didn't much like singing in front of people who could sing either.
"I can dance," he told her, showing off this move he had seen before. It really was a real move, but he wasn't very good at it. He had to catch his balance at the end to keep from falling. He knew he would be blushing after doing that, and he was, but he didn't want her to be uncomfortable around him. All the same, he didn't want her to leave either.
"Okay, maybe not all that much." He laughed nervously. "If there's one thing I learned, it's that when it comes to something you love, there's no such thing as not being able to do it."
He always found a way. When people didn't like him playing in his room, he played louder. Well, until an angry mob of people came after him. But then he only moved somewhere else to play. Sure, at times it was a hassle. It was much easier to play in his room, but if that's what he had to do to play, that's what he did. She had already made it clear that she didn't like dancing in front of non-dancers, but he wanted to share. He didn't want either of them to have to leave. The place was too big for one person anyways. Ry bit his lip again as she said she would go instead.
"Don't go."
He was practically begging. Pleading. It wasn't always the easiest thing for him to do, but he'd really like company. A friend. At least someone to talk to. He held out his hand, hoping she would take it.
"Please."
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Post by noella on May 27, 2010 15:29:40 GMT -4
Oh, he was smiling. Why? Did he find her statement to be silly? Her blue eyes just watched him for a moment, before she felt a small smile grace her own lips. Then her eyes lit up. “Y-You can dance?” She said almost breathlessly, however when he did indeed begin to dance she could only giggle at him. He tried to dance yes, but the results weren’t as good as one might think, she found is silly. She stuck her tongue out playfully and shook her head. “No, it was alright, but practice would be advised.” That was the nice way of saying, you could do some much better, but Noella wasn’t that mean. The girl studied the boy for a moment or two and titled her head lightly. “So.. What’s your name? I’m Noella…” She said softly and turned a bright pink, though her smile was still their she was still a little nervous to be there around someone she just met.
Don’t go? Is that what he just said? But why not, he wanted to play his guitar right? So she shouldn’t be in there when he wanted to play alone. He was in there alone and if he wanted someone to be with him, wouldn’t he have asked his friends to come alone? See that was a fault on Noella’s part, she over thought too much. She mad things so much bigger then they really were. So currently she might have been over thinking the boy wanting to be alone and she had no business being there with him and so on and so forth. She never spoke out loud on her thoughts, people would giggle at her or even tell her off for being so bothersome. Happened before, so why shouldn’t it happen again right? The girl slowly moved the bag down and let it rest on her hip, showing that she was really no longer scared to be around the male, and that she put down her defenses which was her bag? Weird. Her feet shifted a little bit as she waited for him to answer and then she saw his hand, did he want her to take his hand? Taking her lower lip into her mouth she slowly reached out and placed her hand lightly in his, her body felt like it was on fire, god she was such a shy person.
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Post by Ryland Yates on May 27, 2010 16:04:08 GMT -4
[Thanks.  ] Some people would probably be embarrassed if someone laughed at them for something they tried to do, but failed. Ryland was that type of person sometimes. It just depended on the situation. When she laughed at his poor attempt to dance, he thought it was a good thing. Maybe she was becoming a little more open; he didn't know. But he wanted her to be. He played guitar, so when he was playing his electric guitar and dancing, that was one thing. But he didn't think that type of dancing and her type were quite the same thing. The type she did was probably much more complex than anything he really did. "Yeah...um. I've never really tried that move before. I've only seen it done once or twice." He smiled at her advice. Practice, yes. He really needed that. Maybe he should take a lesson at the school or something. Obviously they must offer them. She spoke again, asking about his name , and introducing herself as Noella. He thought it was a unique name. "Noella? It sounds so graceful." He didn't know why he had just said that. Probably should have left that to his thoughts or something. What's more, is that he probably sounded like an idiot. "I'm Ryland. But you can call me Ry if you'd like." It was his nickname, but for some reason some people thought that a nickname that was only two letters long was weird, and just called him by his first name. Before he had been stunned by her actions, but now he took the time to really notice her appearance. She was pretty and had long, black hair. Her eyes were the same color as his: blue. However, hers were brighter than his. Ry almost jumped when she placed her hand in his. He had almost forgotten that he had held his hand out. The surprised look was overtaken with a smile. Her hand was warm and smooth when he touched it. His hands tightened over hers, but just barely as he gently pulled her out towards the stage. He didn't think they needed to hide behind the curtain anymore. "What kind of dance do you do?" She didn't have to worry; he heard her loud and clear when she said she didn't like to dance in front of people who didn't dance. So he wasn't going to talk her into it or anything. He was just curious. |
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Post by noella on May 28, 2010 20:08:25 GMT -4
Noella watched him with mild interest, well not mild she was completely interested in him, it was just that part of her was always ready to make a break for it if needed be. That was horrible. For once she wasn’t shy around someone, she was honestly open and a little bit calmer then normal. Maybe she was worried that this would be their last meeting? It was possible, say hello one day and act like you’ve never met the person the next? A lot of people did that, especially guys, or so in past experience taught her anyway. “Once before? Hm, maybe I should teach you how to dance?” She asked softly and set her bag down and took his hands to the middle of the stage. What was she doing? Treating this boy like she had known him for all his life. I’ll teach you to waltz first, that’s easy~” She teased and giggled a bit, moving the male’s hands so they rested on her hips and then her arms gently wrapped around his neck and she moved her feet, easy right? Well it was funny and the male wasn’t arguing against it.
She blinked up at him as he began to move back and forth, she was still smiling at him but then she turned red and looked away, also pulling away from his body. “S-Sorry… I-I bet your girlfriend wouldn’t like that.” Eh? Now why on earth did she say that? What if he didn’t have a girlfriend? Well she only assumed because he was so cute, she took a step away from him and pursed her lips lightly. “T-Thank you and Ryland sounds… majestic!” She said with a small smiled and wrapped her arms around her self, but her eyes snapped back to him and she blushed a little bit. “B-Ballet… and some hip hop and stuff.” She whispered and held out one of her feet to show her silver ballet slippers. Yeah, she enjoyed hip hop too since it was a little faster, learning ballet helped with her learning how to dance other dances too, so she was proud of herself honestly. “And you? How long have you been playing guitar?” Noella didn’t want the conversation to end so fast, so she kept asking questions which was again totally not like her in the slightest.
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Post by Ryland Yates on May 28, 2010 20:41:02 GMT -4
[It's fine!]
Once they were out of the curtains, he let go of her hands, but only to have her grab them again. His facial expression turned to one of amusement when she said that she should teach him to dance. That was something he hadn't expected, but still he allowed her to lead him to the middle of the stage. Oh, good. She's going to teach me to waltz. Wait, what? Waltz? He had never imagined himself waltzing, but she said it was easy.
He smiled nervously. "Um..okay."
Well if he had been nervous then, it only got worse when she placed his hands on her hips. Not that he hadn't ever done that with a girl, but they had only just met. That must have been what made him nervous. From there she had placed her arms around his neck, but he was determined to not let his nervousness show. As much as he could anyways. But she had said she would teach him to waltz. How else did he expect to learn? Using a fake blow up doll? She seemed amused to be doing it. Whether that was because she knew it would make him a little nervous or what, he didn't know.
He did his best to follow her lead and it helped that he had seen people waltz before. He tried not to look down at his feet so much, but it was hard not to when starting out. Ry looked up when she pulled back a bit, wondering what had happened. Her face had turned slightly red and he laughed when she mentioned his girlfriend. He was flattered that she thought he had one.
"Don't worry. I don't have one. And what about you?"
He was guessing that she didn't, since she was dancing with him. But that hardly meant anything, until he heard it from her. Ry stopped moving when she pulled away; obviously he hadn't looked like an idiot or she just hadn't been paying that much attention one. He realized she was blushing again, but wasn't sure why. Had he said or done something to embarrass her?
"Ballet and hip hop. That sounds awesome."
He had thought he had seen the ballet shoes earlier when they were talking, but couldn't exactly tell. The idea was to make her feel less weird, and if he was staring at her shoes, how was he going to pull that off? He imagined the conversation going something like, her asking him what he's looking at and him replying her shoes. And then maybe her taking it the wrong way and asking him if something was wrong with them. That would just be awful altogether.
"Five or six years." He smiled. "I also play the flute and piano some, but I play guitar best."
The only problem was that there wasn't any way for him to bring a piano to the school. His flute and guitar were portable, though. So far he hadn't seen any place on the island that had a piano, and if they did, he would have to play in front of everyone. He looked over at his guitar and noticed the microphone.
"I sing a little too and I'm taking voice lessons at the school. But I could probably do better."
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Post by noella on May 28, 2010 21:10:01 GMT -4
She smiled gently at him, good he didn’t disapprove of the dancing and her taking him to the middle of the stage, plus he didn’t push her away. That boosted her self-esteem a little bit. She for once felt good enough to talk to a guy, like she meant something in the world. Oddly enough she rarely felt like this, normally she wouldn’t dare speak to a boy because he might whip around and say awful things about her, like most did, however Ryland seemed to want to keep the conversation going. She bit her lower lip and made eye contact with him again, a little surprised he said he didn’t have a girlfriend. Really now? Well didn’t she feel like a utter fool. “I-I’m sorry for saying such a thing!” She said loudly and covered her mouth with her hands, her voice echoing the whole room. Her face which was a lovely shade of pink was now a deep red, she shook her head and slowly began to make her way to her bag, clearly embarrassed but she stopped herself and looked back at him, when he said he sang and played guitar.
“Y-You sing?” She said softly, somehow finding that more interesting then him playing three other instruments. She slowly made her way back over, anyone can learn how to play a guitar or something but using one’s was something special, it took courage and passion, almost like dancing did. She smiled and gently poked his nose. “Sing for me, I bet you sing great. Your normal voice is already lovely.” She whispered or nearly whispered, her voice was a tame sound of utter contentment and soothing relaxedness. He didn’t have to use the microphone if he didn’t want too, wait a second. “I mean, no! Nevermind! You don’t have to sing!” Maybe he was like her when it came to dancing? Scared someone will point and laugh about how badly you suck, okay now she felt like running away again, slowly she took a step backward, and looked away from the male, she felt like an ass. Here she was saying she was scared of dancing in front of others and now she was asking someone so possible felt the same to so something they were scared of doing in front of people. Maybe. If he really felt that way anyway. God, Noella’s mind was an endless pity of worry and criticism. It was slowly drowning her.
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Post by Ryland Yates on May 28, 2010 21:39:49 GMT -4
"Well I'm actually glad you assumed I had a girlfriend. Because that means-," he smiled and paused, "- that means you think I'm cute."
Did it really mean that? No. He placed his hands in his pockets and laughed. His intentions weren't to embarrass her, but he thought they had the potential to at least be friends. And if they were going to be friends, he wanted her to know what he was really like. When she turned to go to her bag, he started to say something. He didn't want her to leave and he hoped that wasn't her intentions. But he never really would find out, since she was suddenly interested when he said he could sing. He slowly nodded.
"Yes, I can sing. And I don't mean like I did with the dancing either."
He flinched when she poked him in the nose. His smile widened a little when she said his voice was "lovely." But he wasn't so sure about the singing in front of her. She probably guessed that, because she quickly corrected herself. But he decided to take the risk, because he had already made a fool of himself trying to dance, so what could it hurt? Plus he didn't want her to leave and hoped that singing something for her would make her stay. Somehow.
"Sure, I'll sing for you. Just...not with the microphone, because I don't want anybody else to hear me."
He tried to think of a song he could sing. Anything would work, he supposed. But in this case, preferably something slower that emphasized his voice better. Then he thought of something he could sing. It was more alternative than anything. Good without music like this situation. Better yet, he could play the guitar part to the song too. Ry turned the chair to face her and sat down, grabbing his guitar. He took a deep breath and sang a few versus for her, playing the guitar from where he started singing in the song. He wasn't sure if she would recognize the it or not.
"I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah..." He strummed on the strings, kind of tapping his foot to the beat he was playing in his head. "I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now.." He repeated the same coords from the last verse, since the song was pretty repetitive. "But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now."
He repeated them once more and then made up some small ending to end the song, although it obviously wasn't the actual ending to the song. He had started singing in the middle of it and only played enough so she could hear his voice. Nervous about what she would think, he placed it back in his case and took a deep breath. That was the first time he had ever sang in front of someone he had just met.
"That was Bitter Sweet Symphony by the Verve. So...what did you think? Was it awful?" Maybe she would be nice and at least say it was okay if it was bad.
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Post by noella on May 29, 2010 10:28:04 GMT -4
The girl flailed her hands a little bit and pushed her hand against his lips, pressing a finger to her own. “Shh! We must not speak of such things!” She teased lightly and stuck her tongue out, happy she avoided blushing even more with her own sense of humor. She pulled her hand away and crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing him for a moment. So he wasn’t mad about her asking him to sing? Good, that pushed off a large amount of stress from her shoulders. She grinned at him when he talked about his singing being as good as his dancing, again she poked her tongue out from her lips. “Well, I sure hope not~ I’m kidding again!” She mused quickly and smiled a little bit more at him, she felt good. For once she could be like her real self, her dorky, air-headed self. It was nice to finally be free of all those horrible emotions that caused her to worry and feel stupid and ugly and what have you. All thanks to Ryland.
Her face lit up when he did say he would sing for her. Was he sure? By the way he tensed up he didn’t want too, or maybe it was just her? “I-If you feel uncomfortable, then you don’t have too!” She said and gave a tiny whine, but he sang for her. She was speechless, he sounded so… good! Really he did, if she had that kind of talent to sing she would have happily shown everyone, okay well off her personality no she wouldn’t have but still! A huge smile spread across her lips as he slowly finished his song and she clapped for him. “Not awful! Amazing! Really, Ry you sing beautifully!” The way she said this was in a matter of fact tone, that most people who thought they knew everything would use. She loved his voice, it was so perfect and it flowed so nicely with his guitar. She leaned forward and lightly flicked his forehead. “Don’t say it was awful you silly willy, I love your singing! You can most likely be the next Elvis…. I’ll just need to teach you how to wiggle your hips.” She giggled a little bit, she meant it. Every word. He really was a good singer.
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Post by Ryland Yates on May 29, 2010 11:38:52 GMT -4
Ryland had been surprised that his voice wasn't shaky when he sang. But while he had been singing and playing his guitar, he had noticed something that he never noticed before: he was only nervous when he thought about playing in front of someone. He had a lot of confidence once he got down to it. Perhaps that was because if he was going to do it, he wanted to do the best he could with it. Yes, that made logical sense to him.
He was relieved when she clapped for him. People didn't really clap unless they thought you were at least okay at whatever you had been doing. Unless she was being nice again and didn't want him to feel bad about it. After she started to praise him excitedly, he began to think that wasn't it at all. Perhaps he was over thinking it some.
"Really? It was good? Well...amazing as you said."
She flicked his forehead and his hand flew up to the place she had, as if to protect it or something. Only she had already flicked it, so what good did that do? He removed his hand from his forehead and placed them in his pockets. Silly Willy? He figured if they were going to be friends, she was likely to give him lots of "nicknames."
Ryland laughed. "Elvis? I don't know about that. I'm glad you like my singing, though."
He wasn't so sure that he could sing as good Elvis. That guy had a totally unique voice, even though there were people who could kind of mimic his famous saying. But he was beginning to realize he felt a little better - lighter. Maybe it was because he had sang in front of everyone. He didn't want all of his hobbies to include just himself. It wasn't fun doing everything by yourself. He smiled when he realized she must have open up more. This was a good thing.
"You never answered my question before, about you having a boyfriend," he reminded.
He did share that information with her. At the time he had guessed no, because she had been dancing with him. If she had figured his non-existent girlfriend would care, then she would know her boyfriend would care as well. But now he wasn't sure what to think.
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