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Vision of Art; open to all!
Topic Started: Mar 7 2010, 04:21 PM (684 Views)
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Nothing like some old-fashioned slave labour to get the blood moving. And his knee hurting-- God did it ache. Whose idea was it to have him haul a huge painting half-way across the village, anyway? Oh right, his boss's idea. Fortunately he had his wooden sculpture put on display somewhere, and didn't have to haul it in himself. Unfortunately, this painting weighed just as much, if not more, than his sculpture simply because it was so tall. The old man had too much time on his hands, if you asked Cyrus, if you had time to paint something a few times his height you had time to go do something useful. Feed the sick, help the poor, walk on water.<br><br>

At least that's what Cyrus would do it he were old and rich.<br><br>

"Make way," Cyrus said, pushing aside the crowd with a slow swing of the painting. "Move out of the way." He'd been saying this for the past five minutes or so, people tended to stare rather than move, like deer caught in headlights.<br><br>

With a soft grunt, he hung the painting up on the wall space cleared for the massive thing. Despite his contempt for having to carry it, Cyrus did think it was a nice painting like a Raphael or Leonardo da Vinci. Cyrus could never forgive it for the horror it wreaked upon his leg, though. He sighed heavily and leaned against a wall, his knee throbbing.<br><br>

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Skylar was so good. It made Adrienne feel a little ashamed for being proud of the fact that she could play Do Re Mi on the piano. Like that was a big accomplishment, Skylar could do that and more. Maybe she would compose a song for Adrienne's birthday, or her father's birthday. Or maybe she would just compose a song. Adrienne just wanted to hear her sing, really, even if it was Barney's theme. She couldn't sing, and her father could hardly sing, too. Not real singing, not like this.<br><br>

Speaking of her father, she spied him leaning against a wall, looking somewhat pained. Adrienne frowned worriedly over at him, brushing a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear. Oh, she knew what was troubling him. He thought he was doing a good job of keeping what remained of his injury a secret, but no. In fact her father was a little terrible at keeping secrets, not unless they were hers.<br><br>

Adrienne worried one day something would happen, and it would get worse.<br><br>

Pretending she didn't notice, Adrienne waved her father over. She caught his eye, and he made his way over, trying not to limp. "Scoot over," he whispered, so as not to disturb Skye's playing. Adrienne nodded and moved slightly over, so her father got the edge of the seat. She was just glad he could rest his legs.<br><br>

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It had to have seemed childish. Truthfully, it took some much to talk herself into doing this. Sure, it had been her goal ever since taking over her grandmother's farm to play in a little place for people but it seemed so far away. She had thought that maybe more time would have passed before her chance to play came. Didn't people say that it took hardwork and dedication to achieve a dream? Or did she some how get that wrong?
With a shake of her head, the young woman let out a sigh. Perhaps she shouldn't be here. She was just an amateur. Everyone here was amazing and probably had no doubt that they practiced hard for this event. For as long as she could remember, Honey's grandmother would take her every year to this event. It was her facorite. Each time she came, it just inspired her to go further in piano playing. Now, she was intimidated. Clearly, she couldn't play amongst all these people.

She heaved another sigh before plopping down on the piano bench. She coud do this, couldn't she? It was just like practicing at home. No one was looking her way, no huge crowd was nearby. Truthfully, barely anyone was in the lobby of the large estate. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. She could easily play a small tune and run. No one would pay her any mind anyways.

Honey brushed her fingers across the piano keys. This was definitely a better piano compared to hers back at home when it came to brand. Truthfully, she had never played on any other piano besides the one that sat in her living room back home. So, this was definitely odd. She didn't know what to do, staring blankly at the keys. Should she play her own tune or another, more well known composer's piece. . .

At last, finally making up her mind, the woman played a simple tune most people would notice. Her thin fingers brushed across the keys, pressing down on a select few causing the tune to play. A small smile graced her features as she quickl forgot about her worries and just let the music carry her away. When she got like this, hours would fly by as she practiced. Most of the time Honey would end up going to bed later then expected.
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"Go away! P..Please." Rosalina said trying to refrain from shouting and drawing attention to herself as she tried to avoid the pain in the ass Ben Dari. But he refused to listen. "Come on Miss Ros. I just wanna talk." "I pray that your tongue gets blistered if you don't leave." Rosalina said speeding up her walk.

This guy had been trying to talk to Rosalina all day but she refused to give him the time of day. "Whatever happened to 'If your brother insults rebuke him if he repents forgive him?'" he asked trying to use her logic against her. "I forgave you constantly getting me fired was the last straw." Rosalina said trying to get him off her back.

"Rosali-" "No, Ben. I've had enough of cutting you slack. I was kind enugh to forgive you but you just kept on digging your hole deeper. i'm sorry Ben but...leave now." she said walking away. She then looked down at her story she had written but...she wondered if maybe she should have made anything. As if anyone would pay attention to it.

Oh the low self esteem of a 24 year old teacher. She was as bad as a 13 year old schoolgirl when it came to self esteem. She shrugged it off as she went and put it on a platform since she felt she'd give it a shot. She looked at the story she wrote again. Wondering if she could have put more thought into it, Rosalina completely got lost in her surroundings before noticing a familiar man in his 30s. Cyrus....Not him of all people.... she thought.

She didn't really hold anything against Cyrus but after their last encounter....she found it difficult to talk to him. So she pretended not to notice him, though after all the trouble she had been having with men lately, it was nice to see someone she thought of as 'just a friend'....if she even considered him that. Honestly, she wasn't sure what she felt about the guy.

He seemed charming and everything but.....she wasn't sure his daughter was so crazy about her, even though Rosalina was determined in a way not to let the girl hate her. Maybe she should just pretend Cyrus was a.....she could pretend he was a cat! Yeah...she'd act like he was a giant cat. rosalina never was very fond of cats and usually avoided them at all costs...if Cyrus was a cat she'd avoid him too instead of talking to him. Yes....perfect plan.

However.....the man seemed to be struggling with something. She stayed to the side so he could pass through but...oh how her good nature urged her to ask if he wanted help. But at the same time her weak arms would be of no help to him. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted as her friend Melissa came up behind him. "Hey there, sister Coocoo Banannas. In case you didn't notice someone is in need of help. Isn't miss saint gonna help?" Melissa asked.

Rosalina looked at her friend who seemed rather perky. She simply looked away again. "It..It's none of my buisiness." she said folding her arms. Shaking her head, Melissa went over by the man herself. By the time she got over there he hd already finished hanging it up and walked away. She followed him, hoping he was alright. "Uh....are you alright?" she asked examining his knee.

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It wasn't long before the song was over. It was relatively short, after all; merely about five minutes long. Skye let the last note trail off with the music, her fingers remaining on the keys for a moment before she opened her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. Turning to see if Adrienne was still sitting there, she found Cyrus sitting beside his daughter now as well.<Br><br>

A smile lit up her face as she waved to them both, satisfied that the song had ended well.<br><br>

She got up from the piano and made her way off the stage and came up to the daughter and father. "So... how was it?" she asked them. Sure, they'd been listening to her play the song only a million times since the last few days, but it was different now that she'd actually performed it in public.<br><Br>

Well, to her, anyway. It probably didn't seem much different to them since she always played her music the same way. "And I'm glad you could join us, Cyrus." A light laugh. She knew how he hadn't wanted to go help his boss with carrying all those things. At least he seemed to have made it before her song had finished.

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On his way over to Skye, he caught sight of Rosalina. Adrienne's teacher. Frankly, he didn't really care much any more. Cyrus only hoped she was making the right choices, being a teacher and all. They had a big role in a kid's life, the last thing he wanted was for his child to be taught by someone like... well, like him. So Cyrus smiled slightly and acknowledged her with a lazy wave.<br><br>

As the song was ending, Cyrus pushed on his knee a little, wincing when pain shot through it. He looked subtly back at Skye and Adrienne to see if they noticed. If they did, he couldn't tell. When she asked how it was, he grinned and said. "Beautiful, as always." It could have sounded hollow to others, but Cyrus meant it. "You have a gift."<br><br>

"Yep!" chimed in Adrienne, looking up at Skylar with some amount of awe.<br><br>

"And I'm glad you could join us, Cyrus."<br><br>

His grin widened a little. "Sorry I was late, Miss Mason, I had work," he said, a little teasingly. Though he had hoped to hear more of the song, she'd been working on it since they had moved in with her. Obviously singing meant a lot to her. Unfortunately his boss had no concept of this, and probably thought he could best Skye in singing. Old men and their ways.<br><br>

Cyrus had been so preoccupied with the song, he had failed to notice a woman staring at his knee. He clasped it instinctively, ignoring another twinge of pain. She looked younger, and might have been pretty, dark black hair ans sharp features. But didn't notice for once. Too busy dealing with his knee. "Perfectly fine. Thanks."<br><br>

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Melissa smiled and nodded, still examining the knee. "Well that's good to know." Melissa said. She noticed the man seemed rather...older than her. Most likely around Rosalina's room mate's age. Speaking of whom, why had she chosen a man who was more than 10 years older than her to room with? That blacksmith guy seemed decent, but Rosalina said she wasn't interested at all in the man which Melissa didn't get.

She examined the red headed girl who was playing on stage. She smiled, amazed at how some kids can be so talented these days. She'd never forget Tiny Tilly. The skinny, short little 14 year old who was athletic and had a big voice. This girl certainly could've fooled her as well.

Rosalina had seen quite a couple of paintings by the time she decided she'd most likely leave soon. But...as much as she wanted to she didn't want to leave without Melissa. Maybe Chantay would come along and save her. But.....she figured maybe she'd try and find Michael, feeling up to hanging out with one of her friends.

She quickly scurried over to Melissa. "Um...Melissa, I was planning on going to find Michael so we can have lunch at the cafe. Wuld...you like to join me?" Rosalina asked with a cheerful smile before quickly waving in acknowledgement at Cyrus and Adrienne. "Good afternoon Cyrus, and Adrienne. And lovel performance Miss Skye." she said cheerfully to her co-worker, also in acknowledgement.Melissa looked at Rosalina and sighed deeply. "Speaking of Mister Benchpress, I wanna talk to you about him later. Can you spare me that?" Melissa mumbled to her friend.

Rosalina smiled sweetly. "Oh, of course. That...sounds fine." Rosalina said, trying to seem unworried about what Melissa meant. But before she could ask, Melissa turned to a blonde woman standing near the older man. "Afternoon Miss. You performed very well." she said in acknowledgement.
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"Hmmm..." Cho had a bad habit of assuming the best of people, and in this case she instantly took the red head's silence for a bonafide 'Yes.' "Great~ I guess I'll need more knives then!" <br>
She motioned for the workers to come this way with a gentle wave of her wrist. "I'll have a crate of steak knives please," She hoped this would encourage other people to join. The more the merrier right? "Oh, and don't forget, I'll need them extra sharp please." <br>
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He smiled this way, unaware that it was only spurring her spasticated enthusiasm.
"You know him? I used to be very good friends with him." The ethnic young man spoke,<br>
"Hoh..." She looked surprised. "Yeh I guess he did look a little pre-owned." <br>
"I'm Chad by the way." He spoke in a sombre tone. One so sad, that you could imagine violins meowing in the background. <br>
Today, the moodiness in his melodic voice seemed to have fallen on deaf ears.<br>
"I'm sure glad I met you Chad, I'm Holly B. Abel!" The mother-to-be exclaimed so enthusiastically her voice squeaked.<br>
He scrapped the picture and started a new one.<br> "Ooo~ Wotcher drawin' now, Chad? Another friend of yours?" She inquired with genuine interest, as she peeked over to the artist's side. By now she'd forgotten about the coin that she was looking for...
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Skye's smile widened at Cyrus' compliment, blushing slightly. It was always nice to hear a compliment or two after a hard work well done. And she had been practicing that song for days... Although Adrienne had mentioned that she didn't even need to after the second or third time she had played it for her. Ah, but the girl was inexperienced in the art of music... Or it could just be that Skye often practiced even when she really didn't need to.<br><br>

"Sorry I was late, Miss Mason, I had work,"<br><br>

She let out a light laugh, nodding. "Oh yes, I know. I still have another song up my sleeve though.. so hopefully you'll be able to stick around for that one, hm?" she told him, giving Adrienne a quick wink. There had been another song that she'd been practicing when Cyrus was away and only she and Adrienne knew about it. It was their little secret.<br><Br>

When two ladies made their way over, Skye hadn't noticed until one of them asked Cyrus was alright. She glanced over at the woman, and then back at Cyrus when he replied with a positive. She wondered if there had been something that she had missed when she'd been playing. More than likely, since the musician had been so focused on her music.<br><br>

Then she spotted one of her coworkers and she offered Rosalina a smile, thanking her when she commented on her performance. "Thank you very much, Miss Montague." she replied before glancing at the other woman again as she commented as well. "Again, thank you. I do appreciate it." she said, still smiling.<br><Br>

"Are you ladies here just here to observe?" Skye asked the two women curiously, "Or do you have some kind of performance or gallery?"

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Rosalina smiled at her co-worker. "Well...I had written poetry but I'm...not much of a performer...I couldn't possibly go up on a stage and perform it isn't for me." Rosalina admitted, embarrassed. "I mean...I danced back when I was i nhigh school...but I gave it up." Rosalina added. Melissa shrugged. "I did a bit of singing for a movie, but that was back when I first got into acting...I might perform later on though." Melissa said with a perky smile.

"But I enjoy looking at some of the talented works of art other people made. It seems alot of people here know how to play an instrument." rosalina said turning her attention to the red head again. "Even one of my students can play the guitar. It's funny I never really expected her to have such a big voice." Rosalina said, though it was more of thinking out loud.

Melissa couldn't quit eying one of the open platforms.....such an urge came over her.....Should she? The girl began biting her lip as she thought about it.
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Cyrus grinned. "Of course I can stay, couldn't afford to miss two of your wonderful performances," he said. His fingers idly played over the keys, not pressing anything but thinking about it. Very vague memories of piano lessons as a kid. His mother used to teach him and his sisters, Cyrus couldn't remember why he stopped. Sure he hadn't been very good, but he had enjoyed himself. It was always fun.<br><br>

Now it was Adrienne's turn, hopefully she would keep with it. If only because, after he moved out, it would give him a reason to see Skye again. Not that he wouldn't anyway but it was more legitimate this way.<br><br>

Adrienne giggled and cast Skye a crafty look, stifling her laugh. Which was quite easy seeing as Miss Montague was walking her way. Her father knew about her strange and seemingly random dislike of said teacher, but hopefully he'd act natural. Hopefully. "Hello, Miss Montague," she said, offhandedly, hands playing over the keys.<br><br>

Cyrus laughed softly, and looked over at Skye before turning to Rosalina in the seat. "You? Not a performer, if you're a teacher you do it everyday." He sat back slightly. "I say take a chance, you only risk humiliation, and pride is generally an easy thing to regain."

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<br><br>Aspen was a little disturbed by how easy it was to get access to an entire crate of steak knives for an audience of.. one. For a moment she wondered what she had gotten herself into. But she saw the optimism splashed across the hostess’ face, and was determined to give this fruit-carving experiment her best shot.

<br><br>She picked out the sharpest, meanest looking steak knife available and rolled up her sleeves, ready to get down to business. The knife in her hand meant.. possibilities for a total fruit transformation! But the not-so-confident trembling in her fingertips meant... that she had no idea what she was doing. She just hoped that the hostess had plenty of band-aids. Ehh. Let’s do this~!! She pumped her fist in the air to psych herself up while she waited for the first set of instructions.

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style="color: firebrick;">"That's the way!"
</span><span
style="color: firebrick;">&nbsp;</span>
Cho cheered her lonely crowd, peering over towards the red-hot redhead
as she drew a knife out of the crate. </big></span></small></small><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: firebrick;">"-Do be careful! I wouldn't
want you to cut yourself on these sharp PAINT BRUSHES!?" <br>
</span></big></span></small></small><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big>The
Asian stared up from the crate to the girl's hand in disbelief. Plastic
tools simply would not do. <br>
</big></span></small></small><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: firebrick;">"Perhaps they figured
knives were too dangerous for such an enthusiastic crowd- hm?" &nbsp;</span></big></span></small></small><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big>
The way she said it, Cho could have dropped a sweat.</big></span></small></small><br>
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style="background-color: rgb(181, 136, 114);"><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: lightskyblue;"></span><span
style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);">"Ooo~ Wotcher
drawin' now, Chad? Another friend of yours?"</span>&nbsp;</big></span></small></small><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: peachpuff;">
&nbsp;</span>Holly B. had said,
moving at that very moment &nbsp;over to the artist's side. The
second she nudged Chad's arm as he drew, a swarm of stake knives drummed
straight into the back of the wooden drawing board he had been working
on top of. <br>
</big></span></small></small><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);">"Oh~ They're sure
playin' their music pretty loud, huh?" </span></big></span></small></small><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big>She
commented over to Chad, peering over the board to the opposite side, where a wide eyed
employee sitting on the ground was staring at them with the most
shocked and scared for his life look on his face. <br>
</big></span></small></small><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);">"Did you fall
down? Here let me help you up~"<br>
</span><span
style="font-style: italic;">"I... I'm... I'm so
sorry! I could have killed you! I- I don't know
what happened, I'm usually so careful!" </span>He
blurted, packing up the knives along the ground before somebody really
got hurt.<br>
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He paused for a moment to look at Holly, pulling his hands free to indicate it was her when the knives hit the back, some stabbing into the wood. "well it's- Jesus mother Mary and Joseph." He stared at the damage for a moment and wheeled back. His eyes wide and his heart pounding against his ribcage for a moment.
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"You'd think someone was still trying to kill me." He laughed nervously and tried to settle back down. "This place is seriously dangerous isn't it....no one said being creative was safe"....

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style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span
style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"You'd think
someone was
still trying to kill me."</span> He
said with a
jovial and slightly nervous chuckle.<span
style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> "This place is
seriously dangerous
isn't it....no one said being creative was safe"</span><br>
<span style="color: peachpuff;">"Eheh!
Don't be silly Chad! He's a just clumsy person, thats all!"</span>
She
spoke within earshot of the volunteer. She'd pranced on her toes and
spun back around to adress the artist.<span
style="color: peachpuff;"> "Why this place is as safe
as a
padded cell! Woop---!" </span><br>
<span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh
no! Watch out!" &nbsp; </span>Cried
the helper. <br>
Holly B had kicked a steak knife during her overzealous spin, and sent
it flying through the air. <span
style="font-style: italic;"></span><br>
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style="background-color: rgb(79, 58, 54);"><small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span
style="color: tomato;">"Gee it's a pity nothing
exciting ever happens in the artist's corner."</span>
Cho complained, bringing
a hand on her sassy waist. <span
style="color: tomato;">"Even the workers are over at the
bandstands! Boy
that looks
like fun."</span> Her hands waved
wearily about her shoulders.<span
style="color: tomato;"> "And they don't bother to throw some decent knives my way. Slackers."</span>
She clasped her hands
angrilly. <br>
And just in time as well. <br>
Cho stood there clasping a steak knife&nbsp; in one hand, pointing
about three inches away from at her chest.<br>
<span style="color: tomato;">"Uhwa---
wa--- wa---. Kn-knife!?"</span>
&nbsp;To her amazement, she'd
caught a flying dagger.<br>
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style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span
style="font-style: italic;">"Is she okay!?!?</span></span></big></span></small></small><br>
<small><small><span
style="font-family: Small Fonts;"><big><span
style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span
style="color: peachpuff;">"Oh it's just Cho! Hi Cho~!!"</span>
She waved excitedly to the asian girl in red, and in the distance, she
could be seen waving back. With a gobsmacked look in her face. <br>
<span style="font-style: italic;">"This
must be what I tripped on!" </span>The
volunteer spoke, picking up the last of the knives and a gold coin. <br>
<span style="color: peachpuff;">"Hey!
That's what I came here looking for!"</span>
Holly B exclaimed, before looking back at the man wheeling around in his chair..<span
style="color: peachpuff;"> "Oh! But your picture of
Mother Mary and Sacajaweah were both very nice. Here Chad, have a G for your
hard work!" </span><br>
And with that, she placed the coin on the vertical surface of the
board, and watched it slide down with a grin. <br>
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