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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Oct 12 2011, 05:52 AM Post #1 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#397D02 style="border:3px solid #336633;"> <tr> <td> [align=center]MUSIC FESTIVAL[/align]<br> <br> [align=right]Spring 03, Year 10<br> Time: 5:00p.m.<br> Mood: Excitement (As “musical” would just be way too cliched)<br> Tag!: Open![/align]<br> <br> As the sun prepares to make it's descent to the horizons, it seems that the day is nowhere near ending in front of Chrysocolla Estate. The reason why, you may ask? Well, the stage that is currently sitting in front of the building and the rows of folding chairs facing towards it might be a good indicator. Chairs that are in the process of finding themselves being filled in by people fairly quickly. Of course, what good is a stage and an audience without a show? Nothing to worry about though as Obsidian's Music Festival is soon to be on it's way!<br> <br> The scene behind the stage is one of nonstop action, with various musicians going through the arduous task of tuning their instruments, bantering amongst themselves, and going through the decisions of just what musical numbers to break out for the delight of the crowd. To ease the burden of wardrobe, The Mayor, in an act of benevolence, has set off a couple of spare rooms in his estate for the purpose of sliding into those outfits and slapping on that makeup that some musicians so crave to sport. Nay, it seems that the only thing that is left to chance is the order in which these brave musicians shall perform first...<br> <br> <br> <hr> <br> <br> Alrighty, ladies and gentlemen! The time has come to fill the island with the sound of music! And yes, I probably deserve to be shot after that line. Anyways, the musicians have the order for the bands, so all is well there. However, for you newer folks, even if you don't have a character performing, feel free to mingle with the musicians or your fellow patrons. I promise I won't get angry if you do. ^_^ Just be sure to tag who you're talking to. Have fun! </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Greek | Oct 15 2011, 04:23 PM Post #2 |
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[align=center] Zeharah and Yuri Hornbeam Date: Spring 03, Year 10 Time: 5:10 p.m Mood: Energetic/Nervous Tag: Open! [/align] "Are you ready, Sis?" Yuri said, eyes focused on the ground. In his hands he idly spun a dark wood violin around. "Nervous are you?" Zeharah smiled at her little brother. The tambourine on her hip jingled with each step she took. It was cute how nervous her dear brother got before every performance, only for all distractions to fade and lose himself to the music. "No" Yuri replied sharply. Bringing his violin closer to himself when they walked into the festival crowd. Head pointed down, he followed his sister's feet. They were a little late, it seemed, but just in time for their performance. Yuri wished they could have gone first, to get this over with. Zeharah didn't care either way, though she was curious as to who was the first band. If they even played that is. They made their way to the stage and didn't bother with going into the hectic backstage. The ragged, gaudy clothes on their back were good enough (Yuri ,however, wished he had some nicer clothes) and Yuri's violin was already tuned. The crowd cheered as they crossed the stage. Zeharah curtsied, while Yuri smiled awkwardly and fumbled his way through a bow, nearly dropping his violin. "Ready?" Zeharah said to him, eyes locked with his. Telling him that things were going to be great. Yuri gulped, and nodded slowly. Then Zeharah turned to the crowd. "We are the brother and sister team! I am Zeharah and this is my brother Yuri! We shall play a song that was passed down through our family since our distant Romanian Ancestors!" Without wasting a beat Zeharah pulled her tambourine from its leather cord and stomped her foot on the stage. Pounding out a steady beat. Five beats later the tambourine was added, slow at first, the picking up rhythm. A simple hit and shake repeated over and over. Yuri set his violin on his shoulder, chin resting on the rest and bow poised over the strings. Feeling his way through the music Yuri eased into the song. Playing long, low notes. The joy of playing swelled over him and, like his sister predicted, everything else but the music was lost. The tambourine picked up the beat, intentionally guiding the song into a new direction. Yuri matched the lively beat and as Zeharah's part faded away he picked up the slack. Running into a lengthy, and intricate solo. Putting everything he had into that solo Yuri squeezed his eyes shut in concentration. A habit Zeharah has tried numerous times to break him of. Darting through the river of notes like a golden-scaled fish were the raunchy beats of the Zeh's tambourine. Exploding with life the song spun and swirled, peaked and fell. It was a song about life, hardship, and praise. Then, Zeharah cut the tambourine, leaving the lone violin to pluck out several, mellow notes. Zeharah grabbed her brothers hand, and gave it a tight squeeze. She mouthed the words "you did great" to him. Together they bowed. A big smile on Yuri's face. They exited stage right and merged back into the crowd where they searched for a quiet spot to talk. |
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Oct 17 2011, 11:10 PM Post #3 |
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[dohtml]<br> <table border="0" align=center width="550" height="413"background="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i233/KaliRalter/Mary/Violinback.jpg"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:500px; height:275px; right:75px; left:25px; top:8px; bottom:150px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=white <br> [align=center] [/align]<br>Mary O'Shae & Keegan <br>Date: Spring 03, 10 <br>Time: 5:20 <br>Mood: Nervous, Excited, Happy <br>Song: 'Gravity' by Sara Bareilles <br>Tag: Open <br> <br><br>The cheers of the crowd, the beat and flow of the music surrounding her, this was what it meant to be alive. Even though the Irish girl couldn't see she could 'feel' all of the sounds around her, washing over her, flowing into her. The music was in her blood and without knowing anything else in sea of darkness she knew she was in the right place. <br><br> Mary listened as the sounds of the group before her died away and were drowned out by the chaotic cheers roar of the crowd. The sound jarred her as it always did but only for a moment this time. She was getting use to performing on a stage in front of a crowd of people she couldn’t see and that gave her a little comfort. Just a few seasons ago she had barely been able to work up the courage to sing in front of people. Now she hardly even recognized the voice that came through the microphone with so much confidence. <br><br> Mary waited for the crowd to die down a little and the MC to announce her before she made her wait out onto the stage. A large grand piano had been pulled out for her performance and, as she had rehearsed before hand, Mary cautiously moved to the spot where she knew it was located. <br><br> She hadn't tried this of yet, a performance with a piano that is. Truth be told though she was much more comfortable with it than she was with the guitar. Anyone could play guitar with a reasonable amount of practice but to master an instrument like the piano or her fiddle was a little more difficult. That was why she had always poured more time into her practice of those two instruments. In any case the piano would serve her purposes for this performance. <br><br> After the blonde haired woman took her seat in front of the piano she gave the crowd another moment to die down completely and give her total silence. It gave her some time to run her hands over the keys, feeling them, testing them, memorizing them. It was a process that was as familiar to her as eating or sleeping and it served to put her in the right frame of mind for the performance to come. When the cheers and murmurs finally went silent Mary knew that it was time to begin. It was her time, her show, and as she stretched her hands out to the appropriate positions she smiled and began to play. <br><br> “Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long. No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.” She sang as the keys responded with the beautiful chords she knew so well. Her soft soprano voice rang out clearly over the crowd. All was silence except for her and to be honest that was kind of appropriate for a song like this. <br><br> “You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.” Mary continued on with her song as she drew out each phrase. She wondered for a moment what the people out in the crowd as she set there before them. Did they see the scared Irish girl that she was or the confident singer that she was trying to be? <br><br> Mary had always had an ability to speak from her soul and right now that was where this song was coming from. Even though she had never had much experience with relationships she felt like she could sympathize with the speaker in this song. Sometimes she felt lost and in need of an anchor in life. She was lucky enough to have one growing up but so far she had yet to make many friends here on the island or at school. The bar was something and the people working there were nice but it had been a while since she had been by. Maybe this would give her a good reason to visit and try out the stage again. It might give her the chance to get her her name out there in the community. “Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. But you're on to me and all over me.” <br><br> If all went well this would go a long way to accomplishing that goal of gaining a little notoriety. Jobs weren't exactly easy to come by if you were blind and if more people knew how good she was they would be more willing to take her on for shows. She could use a little extra money at the moment an if she could drum up some business for herself that would be great. “You loved me 'cause I'm fragile. When I thought that I was strong. But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.” <br><br> Mary took a deep breath as she prepared for the repeat of the chorus. She wondered how the crowd was reacting to her song. They had been quiet as of yet but then that was probably good for such a thought provoking song. In any case she wasn't going to worry about it. If she did she might get distracted and nothing good could come from losing her concentration at this point on stage. “Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. But you're on to me and all over me.” <br><br> The blonde went right into the next verse as the song began to swell. She couldn’t make a mistake here or everything would be lost. “I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground. But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go. The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down…” She hit the word with power relishing the chance to display some of her vocal range. This was what she was made to do. “…You’re keeping me down…” <br><br> “…but you're on to me, on to me, and all over…Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long.” Softly, very softly Mary sang the last few words of her song. She let the last chords hang there in the air and drift off into silence and when she felt like enough time had passed she got up from her seat at the piano. <br><br> For a moment the silence continued and then as if the crowd was coming out of a daze it suddenly erupted in cheers, softer at first but then swelling to a roar. Mary couldn't help but smile and give a little wave to the crowd before reaching for her cane and carefully making her way behind stage. When safely out of range she breathed a sigh and leaned back against a wall. She felt drained but in a good way. This had been a good performance and she was proud of herself. <br><br> The stage hand who had been holding onto Keegan brought the dog over to where she was standing and she placed a hand on his head scratching him behind the ears. The dog looked up at her panting happily but her unseeing eyes only stared back blankly. "Did I do good boy?" Keegan gave her hand an appreciative lick and Mary smiled. "Thanks. Now let's get out there and enjoy the rest of the show." With that Mary exited backstage with Keegan leading the way and rejoined the crowd. <br><br><br> </div></font> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Oct 18 2011, 05:34 AM Post #4 |
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Spring 03, Year 10 Time: 5:30p.m. Wearing: Clicky (and ignore the bunny) Mood: Irritated Tag!: Austin, Open ![]() “Son of a bitch!” Eyebrows raising throughout the backstage area, people can't help but notice the irritated brunette pacing about, hands running through her hair in a fit of frustration. Attempts to cool her down are met with indignation. Seeing as how words aren't really doing anything productive, one person takes it upon herself to throw the girl into a headlock. “Now, now, now...calm down before I have to calm you down, Nattie.” Jill says with a grin, though despite the smile it's still fairly easy to tell that her patience is running thin. “So you had an equipment breakdown. Big damn deal. Mickey's over there trying to fix the damn thing, so the best you can do is calm down and stop making a jackass out of everyone around you, 'kay?” Worming out of the older woman's headlock, mostly due to her easing up on the pressure after making her point, Natalie lets out a huff of air and tries to regain her composure. After all, instrument malfunctions are a part of any musician's life. Something that is bound to come with the territory. Only problem being, when it happens three minutes before you're supposed to open a show...well, that can be a little more problematic for people. Add in the fact that Natalie is all of sixteen years old and well, you get a pissed off little lady to say the least. Calmed down enough to have civil conversations at least, the girl makes her way over to the blonde musician who is currently toiling away on her guitar. “Two broken strings, out of tune...what did you do to this poor bass, Natalie? Drop it or something?” “No!” Natalie replies with a glare before her facial expression immediately softens up. “Well, not intentionally. I wanted to get here as soon as I could, so I went home, changed, grabbed it and bolted out the door. Kind of almost wiped out going down the steps and uh...um...yeah...it'll still play, right?” After the sure to come head shaking, Mickey gives her a thumbs up to her question before muttering under his breath about how people need to be careful with their livelihoods. Deciding that it would probably be a good idea to let that one slide, Natalie cheerfully takes the guitar from his hands and turns to the rest of the band, throwing apologies left and right in an attempt to gain back some goodwill from her boss' band mates. With nobody holding any hard feelings, the brunette feels a weight lift off her shoulders and prepares to lead her metaphorical troops out to the stage. “All right! Let's give Miss O'Shae a nice round of applause!” The MC shouts as the prior act makes her way off stage. “Next up, we have a teenager performing for us. Please, put your hands together for Natalie Winters and Chicago Mayday!” ”Better late than never...” Shaking the technical difficulties out of her mind, Natalie smiles as she walks out onto the stage to a nice little reaction. Plugging her bass in, the teen gives the rest of her band a bit of time to set up and takes the opportunity to scan over the crowd. While everybody in town had heard of the little shindig, there was one person in particular that she personally invited. Austin Moore, the charming goof in her class at Mother of Pearl. A fella that took her under his wing when she was new to the town. A fella that's actually a pretty cool guy, all things considered. In her brief scan, she isn't able to pick him out of the crowd, but hell, she invited him. He's there somewhere, right? Ah, no time to think of it now. There's a job to do, after all. Turning back to the band and nodding, Natalie positions herself in front of the microphone, smiling inside at the sound of the drumsticks banging together to count them down... [align=center]My love is in league with the freeway It's passion will rise as the cities fly by And the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night And the questions and hours take flight My love is miles in awaiting The eyes that just stare and the glance at the clock In the secret that burns and the pain that won't stop And it's fueled with the years Leading me on Leading me down the road Driving me on Driving me down the road[/align] Nothing too bad, so far. The song isn't too terribly bass intensive, which considering the damage she unintentionally did to her instrument is probably a blessing. Natalie actually finds that she's surprised at herself too, being able to sing something quiet and soft from her demeanor a few minutes before taking the stage. Then again, being tossed in a headlock by Jill Fortune is a good way to calm anybody down. [align=center]My love is exceeding the limit Red eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles Distance and longing, my thoughts do collide Should I rest for a while and decide? Your love is cradled in knowing Eyes in the mirror still expecting their prey Sensing too well when the journey is done There is no turning back, no There is no turning back On the run[/align] Another chunk of song completed, and things are still well. With the break in the music, Natalie can't help but grin at how well things are going now compared to mere moments earlier. Of course, things would be nicer if she knew for sure that her invited guest was watching, but hey, plenty of time to sort that out after she finishes up with her performance. [align=center]My love is in league with the freeway Oh with the freeway And the coming of the night time My love, My love Is in league with the freeway...[/align] Smile still etched on her face, Natalie and the band finish out the song and bask in the applause that they receive for their efforts. Granted, the song doesn't really suit her usually brash personality, but after looking at the rest of the bill, the brunette figures that there's going to be enough people on there that are going to be blaring out the hard stuff. No need to get mixed in the shuffle with that right now. Taking a bow and waving to the crowd, Natalie leads the troops off the stage, turning around and high fiving Will as they both make their exit. Nice of him to help out, but the girl is curious as to why he didn't sign up himself this time around. Ah well, no time to think about that. Now, just where in the heck is that artist friend of hers... - Song: Big Log by Alison Krauss |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 19 2011, 03:54 AM Post #5 |
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[dohtml]<center><div style="width:400px; background-color:#254117; padding:0 45 0 45px;"><div style="background-color:#41383C; width: 400px; padding:0 0 10 0px; bor:7px solid #254117;"> [align=center]<img src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s16/rastanton94/OC%20stuff/lyzander_by_lollipop_licker-d3bzhkn-1-1-1.jpg"><p> <div style="width: 400px;font-family: arial; font-size: 31px; color: 347C2C; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -4px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height:90%; text-shadow:#ffffff 1px 0px 0px; ">• Super Catastrophic Amateur Musicians • </div>[/align][align=center]<div style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;width: 350px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height:90%;"> Jay Smallwood, Lyzander Fandell, Ethan Ching, Karma Ridgeway, Harrison Samuels</div><br> <div style="align: center; width:300px; text-align: justify; color: 41A317; line-height:70%;font-family:georgia; text-transform:lowercase; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:2px; "> → It is Spring 3rd, Year '10, sometime after 5pm. It's the Spring Music Festival, and they're pumped to play! Tonight, the boys are decked out in their band wear. Jay's shirt, Lyz's Shirt, Ethan's shirt, Karma's shirt, and Harrison's shirt. They currently have no one tagged. Their mood? Super pumped! Jay, Lyzander, and Karma are on guitar. Ethan's got the bass, and Harrison's at the drums. Sound good? Then let's get this ball rolling!</div><p> <div style="border-top:5px solid #254117;"></div> <br> <div style=" width: 380px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; color: 4AA02C; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 0.9; "> Thanks the fucking Goddess, it was their turn at last! Finally, something good could be played to entertain these people! Lyzander and the boys felt like they'd die of boredom before they got up there to play. The Hornbeam kids were...okay. Ethan enjoyed the little one at the violin, and they -save for Karma- all did get a kick out of watching the girl shake her girly thangs all over the stage. Well, maybe Jay enjoyed it the most. Blondes liked blondes, it seemed. <p> Now Mary O'Shae! They remembered her from the Benefit Concert last summer, playing her little folky song after them. They were expecting a repeat performance, and they weren't disappointed. By much.....She was good at the piano, and her voice was still awesome but....Well, they didn't want to go into too much detail. She was chill, 'nuff said. <p> Chicago Mayay was back as well, with a little girl this time. Their song was interesting. Slow, but relaxing, like something you listen to on a gloomy day. The girl wasn't bad herself, not bad at all. Keep practicing and one day she could it make it big as a solo artist. Lyzander actually recognized her as one of the waitresses from Moonstone. Brave girl for working that late with all the drunken ass-hats that came in. But rumor had it that her dad worked there too so...Plus the bouncer chick kept everyone in line, so it was good. But at fucking last, it was their turn! They boys grabbed their shit and stood by the steps leading up to the stage, passing along their intro to the MC. <p> "Alright, that was Chicago Mayday with Natalie Winters! Great job! Alright now Obsidian, ahem," the MC started, holding up their intro card to the light. "Up next, we got the fabulous five here from Abyssinian tonight! They've taken the Mainland by storm, and now, they're here on the island to entertain y'all! So put your hands together for....Super Catastrophic Amateur Musicians!" and the crowd whooped and hollered. By the stairs, Lyzander slapped hands with Jay, grinning at the sound. Hopefully a lot of their fans from the Tango were here, and hopefully someone remembered them from last year! <p> They took their spots behind microphones, getting another cheer as they appeared on stage. Lyzander looked to Jay, who looked to Karma, who glanced over at Ethan, who nodded to Harrison, who nodded, counted off on his drumsticks, and they began to play! It was an explosion of music, drum pounding, guitars sounding off. They continued on with this beat before switching to a more regular beat, giving the song its base. Their heads, no, whole bodies rocked back and forth to the song, Jay's and Kama's hair whipping around. And then Lyzander finally got to work. <p> "No more!<br> The crap rolls out your mouth again<br> Haven't changed, your brain is still gelatin<br> Little whispers circle around your head<br> Why don't you worry about yourself instead"<br> <p> "Who are you? where ya been? where ya from?<br> Gossip burning on the tip of your tongue<br> You lie so much you believe yourself<br> Judge not lest ye be judged yourself"<br> <p> "Holier than thou"<br> "You are"<br> "Holier than thou"<br> "You are"<br> <p> "You! Know! Not!" <p> Twas the first part done, and plenty more to come! Between this verse and the next, Lyzander could really see the crowd getting excited. From what he could see, a lot of the metalheads were out and about, jumping around and just going crazy! Right on. <p> "Before you judge me take a look at you<br> Can't you find something better to do?"<br> "Point the finger, slow to understand"<br> "Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand"<br> <p> "It's not who you are it's who you know"<br> "Others lives are the basis of your own"<br> "Burn your bridges build them back with wealth"<br> "Judge not lest ye be judged yourseeelf!"<br> <p> "Holier than thou"<br> "You are"<br> "Holier than thou"<br> "You are"<br> <p> "You! Know! Not!" <p> "Yeah who the hell are you?" <p> And now for the musically music part where the singing was next to none, and it all guitar ripping through the air. It was like playing Simon-Says, Karma sounding the loudest, and Jay and Lyzander copying him. They quickly went to a high point, where Lyzander shouted with a "hey you!" and Jay slammed into the guitar solo. He rocked like a wild animal, hair flying, bouncing in place, jamming on his chords. But sadly it was not to last, and as soon as he was done, they fell into silence, only the drums and bass being heard. But they slowly joined in one at a time, a single beat becoming two, then three, drowning out the other boys with their rockin playing. <p> "Holier than thou"<br> "You are"<br> "Holier than thou"<br> "You are"<br> <p> "You! Know! Not!" <p> They were reaching their end, slowing down a bit to allow Lyzander a final "Ohhhhh NOT!". And they were done. Goddamn, that was sexy. Now it was time to hit backstage, watch the next person go and then......the End....of Silence....Among other awesome bands. But hell, they had worry about their across-water/town rivals, didn't they? </div> <p> <div style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; color: 4CC417; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;width: 350px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height:90%;"> <br> CREDIT TO FANTOME AT CAUTION.</div>[/align] </div></div> </center>[/dohtml] |
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Oct 20 2011, 02:28 AM Post #6 |
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All Hail the Crimson King
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center width="596" height="450"background="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i233/KaliRalter/austinsky.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:520px; height:300px; right:150px; left:30px; top:15px; bottom:100px; overflow:auto;"> ![]() <br>Austin Moore <br>Date: Spring 03, 10 <br>Time: 5:30 <br>Mood: Excited, Happy, Relaxed <br>TAG: Natalie Winters <br> <br><br>As Austin spotted Chicago Monday make their way onto stage he immediately gave a loud cheer. He had been worried when the band hadn't come on stage for the opening performance he had been worried that something was wrong. His mind was put to ease however as soon as he saw the pretty, young brunette at the band's lead. 'Alright, now we can finally get this show started.' <br><br> For once he was glad to be tall. If there was one good thing about being a giant compared to most people it was always having a clear view of the action no matter who got in front of him. At 6’6” He found himself with very little competition for a view of the stage. It was a good thing too as for this band in particular he wanted to make sure he saw everything. <br><br> For one he had been invited to watch this band but the primary reason behind his attendance to the music festival was who had invited him. Natalie Winters, who was actually fronting the band tonight, asked him to come and that was one invitation that he couldn’t refuse. Oh sure he would have come anyways just to be supportive but the fact that she had personally asked him to attend made the deal a little sweeter. Now he got to hear a good band and maybe even spend a little time with a certain brunette after the show. <br><br> As the band began to play Austin cheered again. This was the first time he had really gotten to see her on stage and he had to admit that she looked really good up there. He didn’t know what had happened back stage but it looked like she had come out onto the stage ready to own it. She was a natural up there and if Austin hadn't known any better he might have thought Chicago Monday was her own band. He never would have guessed that Mr. Fortune, who was actually just backing Nattie up at the moment, was the actually band leader. Austin was just glad that he had been willing to help his friend out. <br><br> The performance was going really well. Austin found himself enjoying the song Natalie had picked out and by the sound of the crowd a lot of other people did as well. The brown haired painter was glad that he wasn't only one enjoying the band. He knew the girl was good but it was good to see others thought so as well. Austin joined his voice with the crowd and together they cheered on the band. <br><br> When the song finally ended Austin began making his way through the crowd. He had picked out where he needed to meet Natalie at ahead of time but making it through those in attendance was proving to be easier said than done. He would find her before the night was over however because he wasn't about to miss hanging out with his friend tonight. <br><br> Unfortunately he didn’t do as well as he had planned. When Austin spotted the girl making her way off stage he was still several feet and several people away from her through the crowd. He was not going to be undone by that however and as soon as he saw the girl exit the stage he began waving. <br><br> "Natalie! Hey Natalie over here!" He called as he pushed his way through the crowd. Several bumps and apologies later Austin finally succeeded and broke through to her. He was a little out of breath from his trek across the sea of people but otherwise he was no worse for wear. He pulled up beside her and looked down at her with a big goofy smile that told how happy he was to have caught up with her. "Hey I made it." He said over the cheers of the crowd. "You were awesome up there. I was kind of surprised they didn't ask you for an encore actually. You were great." Perhaps it was a slight exaggeration for some but not in the Austin’s mind. He had stars in his eyes and they were named Natalie Winters. <br><br><br> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| mermerluvs2dance | Oct 21 2011, 11:18 PM Post #7 |
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![]() Maria Rivera Date: Spring 3, 10 Time: 5:30 PM ish Wearing: Click Mood: More nervous than most people would think possible Tag: Open Maria paced around back stage, clutching her violin to her chest and refusing to let go. She had so many butterflies doing back flips and somersaults in her stomach that she was surprised that she hadn't thrown up yet. The people backstage were staring at Maria, wondering whether or not she was okay, as she started to mutter her thoughts aloud to herself. "Come on, Maria! There are only about a couple of hundred people out there waiting to her you play.... Aye Dios mio... A couple of hundred people!!! I can't do this!! ... No! Get a hold of yourself, Maria! You're going to do this if it kills you! ... And now I'm talking to myself... And answering! I'm going insane!" As she finished her failure of a pep talk, a stage hand cautiously approached her and said, glancing down at his clipboard, "Uh... Excuse me, Miss Rivera? You're up next." Maria nodded, feeling slightly dizzy, and followed the stagehand off to the side of the stage. She stood next to the stairs, anxiously waiting for SCAM to finish their performance. She closed her eyes and listened to the band play, trying to calm down at least a little bit. Sure metal wasn't exactly the most soothing of music, but it still helped to calm her nerves. She was able to get her mind off of the crowd in front of the stage at least. Her nerves finally started to die down, and the band before her left the stage as the crowd went bezerk. Waiting by the stairs, violin in hand, Maria heard the MC's voice booming through the microphone, "All right! That was Super Catastrophic Amateur Musicians! Were they awesome or what?" The crowd cheered in response. "All right, all right! Settle down now! Our next preformer is a very talented violinist. Put your hands together for Maria Rivera!" Maria froze on the spot at the top of the stairs. "What are you doing? Get on stage!" the stagehand behind her whispered. Frozen with fear, Maria stayed rooted to her spot... Until she was given a gentle push, and she stumbled on stage. She regained her balance, and looked up, and all the color fled from her face. All of Obsidian was staring at her... She stood there, staring out at the crowd, and the butterflies returned. Maria heard another whisper and looked to her left at the stage hand, who was now moving his arms back and forth, playing an imaginary violin. She looked down at her violin, and gulped. Okay, Maria... You can do this! Just close your eyes, and it'll be like there's no one here! She took a few steps forward, and placed her violin on her shoulder, the microphone in front of her lowered at just the right height to pick up her violin. She could do this! She took a deep breath in and gave a nervous little nod to the stagehand on the side of the stage, who pressed a button on a machine sitting back stage. A drum beat came out of the speakers, and Maria closed her eyes. She counted the beat in her head, and after four measures, she lifted her bow and began to play. Recognizing the song, all of the classic rock junkies in the audience whooped and cheered. Maria played the guitar riff twice, then started to play to the tune of the first verse, singing along in her head. Then she played the guitar riff on her violin two more times before moving on to the second verse. Her nerves finally starting to quell, she took a little more liberty with the second verse, then moved on to the chorus. Then a pause. Maria opened her eyes ever so slightly, and smiled. This wasn't that bad! The audience looked like they were enjoying it! That was nothing! she thought, smiling, and moved on to the guitar riff and the next verse, taking it to the next level. She added notes throughout the verse, and smiled. She was having fun! All the butterflies in her stomach had flown away! Back to the chorus. Then on to the last guitar riffs, adding some of her own notes in between of course. The song finished with a bang, and the crowd went nuts! Maria blushed and gave a little curtsy. Then she ran off the stage before her nerves came back and caused her to pass out or something along those lines. Safe back stage, Maria took a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through her. That's the most people I've ever played in front of... EVER!!! Smiling, she quickly packed up her violin and headed out into the crowd to enjoy the rest of the concert. |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Nov 8 2011, 06:30 AM Post #8 |
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Spring 03, Year 10 5:45p.m. Wearing: Mickey Natalie Mood: Mickey: Pumped up, psyched, ready to kick musical ass. Natalie: Happy, cheerful, Austin-tatic Tag!: Austin (Natalie), Maria (Mickey) [align=center] ![]() [/align]”Natalie! Hey Natalie over here!” Blinking at the sound of her voice, the mentioned brunette turns her head towards the sound and beams as she sees the source. Austin Moore. That loveable dork that she went through the trouble of giving a nice little personal invitation to. Trying and failing to hide her giggling as the kid awkwardly makes his way through the miniature sea of people backstage, the teen makes her way closer to him as best she can without playing human bumper cars. Giggling even further at the out of breath Austin when they finally meet up, Natalie offers up her water bottle, partially joking, partially out of concern. “Austin! Glad you could make it!” Nattie finally exclaims, giving the boy a bear hug before releasing him and chuckling. “A little strong, huh?” ”You were awesome up there.” Austin gushes, causing a slight blush to come to the brunette's face. She figured she did pretty good, but it's always nice to have reinforcement from a friend. ”I was kind of surprised they didn't ask you for an encore, actually. You were great.” “Well, thanks for the words of support, Austin.” The girl cheerfully replies, hugging him again for the compliments. “I don't know if I was that good, but I certainly went up there and did my damnest to not stink up the joint. I think I'm fast enough to get away if people thought it bad enough to start throwing produce and crap like that, but it's nice to hear that it wasn't. I was looking for ya out in the crowd, y'know. Glad you decided to come on out to the show. So um...thanks.” The girl finds her conversation with Austin coming to an end though as a hand falls on her and Austin's shoulders. Flinching ever so slightly out of surprise, Natalie looks up to see Mickey, the cute musician friend of her cute boss grinning at the two of them. “Hey there, kiddies! Sorry to break up the romantic talk...” Mickey pauses ever so briefly, reveling in the slight glare he receives from the blushing girl. “...but Mitch isn't gonna be able to play bass for me. Has food poisoning or some shit like that. Seeing as how you watched us rehearse a few times and you claim that you like that kind of music, I figure you know how to play the song that I'm gonna do, right?” Grinning as he sees Natalie nod her head, Mickey continues on. “Awesome! So...if you don't mind, could I borrow you for a few minutes here in a little bit?” Nodding her head, Natalie finds herself grimacing as Mickey laughs and ruffles both her and Austin's hair. As the girl figures there's not too much she can do about it without causing a scene, she merely tolerates it for the time being. Playing something a little harder though...a wardrobe change just might be in order. After all, her current wardrobe isn't exactly what one would consider 'rocking.' Best to do something to remedy that. “Well, not to be rude, Austin, but I need to be going for a few moments.” The brunette says with a smile. “Hope you don't mind watching me play again, even if I'm not singing this time around.” Self properly excused, the brunette picks up her duffel bag and darts off to the changing area. Surprising herself with her speed in the matter, Natalie mentally pats herself on the back. No need to be all physical about it. It would be a waste of time for starters, and really, anybody walking along and seeing her literally patting herself on the back would probably think that the girl had a few screws loose or something. Ah, no matter. A quick shoving motion into the bag to take care of her former wardrobe and Natalie finds herself sprinting back towards Austin, setting her bag on the ground where she had left it and giving the boy a thumbs up before running up to wait for Mickey's band to be introduced. “And gals are usually slow about getting changed.” Mickey quips with a grin, chuckling as he watches the brunette roll her eyes. “You missed a good act or two. Especially the Rivera girl. Poor cute thing looked like she was going to pass out on the stage. Practically ran to sit in the crowd after she finished.” “Cute, of course. Figures.” “Hey, it's got to be something in the water, Natalie. Hand to God. But anyways, let's go out there and rip some shit up, shall we? Put on a good show for the boyfriend..oof!” Smiling sweetly as she retracts her elbow from Mickey's stomach, Natalie coolly walks past the doubled over musician, trying her damnest to get the blush to leave her face. Bah, if anyone asks, she can always chalk it up to the lighting or something. On the stage for the second time tonight, the girl finds herself feeling quite relaxed with it all. Of course, not having to be the one smack dab in the middle of the spotlight this time makes the burden a little easier as well. “And it looks like our next act is ready to perform! Hailing all the way from Abyssinian Town, please put your hands together for Mickey Legend!” The roar of the small-but-mighty crowd does wonders for Mickey's mindset, letting the man ignore the winded sensation that he felt moments before courtesy of one Natalie Winters. Nice to see that the girl has a bit of a backbone. Probably could do to learn some manners around her elders, but hell, he was the same way when he was a teen. Who is he to argue? No time to think about that though. There's a crowd to entertain, baby! Picking up his guitar and feeling the strings under his fingers, the blonde calmly steps up to the microphone. “One, Two, Three, Four!” [align=center]”Go! Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm Catastrophic, not again I'm smeared across the page, and doused in gasoline I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene Catch me upon all your sordid little insurrections, I've got no time to lose, and I'm just caught up in all the cattle Fray the strings Throw the shapes Hold your breath And listen! I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that! I'm ripped across the ditch, and settled in the dirt and I'm I wear you like a stitch, yet I'm the one who's hurt Pay attention to your twisted little indiscretions I've got no right to win, I'm just caught up all the battles Locked in clutch Pushed in place Hold your breath And listen! I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that! My end It justifies the means All I have to do is delay I'm given time to evade The end of the road is my end It justifies my means All I have to do is delay I haven't time to evade The end of the road! I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that! I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that! I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh![/align] Sweat pouring from his brow, Mickey grins and takes in the crowd's ovation before turning to his band and giving them a bow out of respect. Turning back to the crowd and throwing up the devil horns, the blonde unplugs his guitar and makes his way to the back. As soon as his bassist makes her way through the curtain, he gives the girl a nice old bear hug out of gratitude. As much gratitude as a teenage girl can get from getting bear hugged by a sweaty guy, anyways. “Nattie, thank you so damn much!” Mickey cheerfully chirps as he lets the teen go. “Saved our asses out there, you did. And I really, really appreciate it. But for now, I've got to go make my way out to the audience and introduce myself to a certain someone...Austin! Over here!” Not giving the chance to let the aforementioned boy even take a step, Mickey grabs Natalie's hand and rushes on over, girl in tow. A brief look at the duo gives the man an idea. A wonderfully wicked idea. Holding onto Natalie's right hand, the blonde musician quickly takes the boy's right hand and places it within Natalie's before clasping them together with his own hands. “Thanks for letting me borrow her, kid! So, um, you two have fun! Gotta fly!” Good deed done in the name of love or something like that, Mickey quickly bolts, handing his guitar to a confused Will and Jill as he runs by them. Procuring a handkerchief from his pocket, the man quickly wipes his brow and slows his run to a brisk walk as he scans the crowd. Teal-ish hair...shouldn't be too hard to pick out. A couple minutes of scouting and sure enough, Mickey picks out that kickass gal with the violin. Calm and collected, Mickey casually makes his way through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with anyone that offers them en route, before taking a seat right next to the target woman. “Heck of a show, isn't it?” Mickey asks with a smile. “Rest assured, you added to it just fine. That stage fright goes away after enough practice, especially when you have the talent that you do.” -- Song: Before I Forget - Slipknot |
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Nov 11 2011, 03:32 AM Post #9 |
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center width="596" height="450"background="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i233/KaliRalter/austinsky.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:520px; height:300px; right:150px; left:30px; top:15px; bottom:100px; overflow:auto;"> ![]() <br>Austin Moore <br>Date: Spring 03, 10 <br>Time: 5:30 <br>Mood: Excited, Happy, Natarific <br>TAG: Natalie Winters <br> <br><br>“Hey Nattie – oof” He said as the girl wrapped him in a big bear hug as if to squeeze the life out of him. He didn’t mind of course. How often in life do you get hugged by a cute girl whether she was a friend or no? It did come as a surprise though and when he went to return the hug it felt a little clumsy and awkward. Most of that was probably due to the embarrassment which made itself apparent in his slowly reddening checks. “Hey I think you had the crowd really going out there. Plus, if anybody threw anything I would have beat them up for you.” He chuckled and smiled at her fully confident that she had everyone in the crowd wrapped around her finger while she was on stage. <br><br> Unfortunately the two didn't have long to celebrate their meeting as a hand suddenly clamped down on his shoulder from behind. Austin turned to face the source of the hand noticing Mickey Creel on the other end. "Hey Mickey good luck up there man." Austin said with a welcoming nod. Austin didn't really know the man that well but they had seen each other often enough at the Moonstone when the painter stopped by to visit Natalie. Seemed like a nice enough guy though and Natalie seemed to like him so Austin figured he was alright. <br><br> The man's words as Austin and Natalie turned to greet him did succeed in making his face a little redder. Not that he would have minded in the least if Natalie really was his girlfriend. That would have been great but as of yet he still hadn't worked up enough courage to actually make his move yet. He was still trying to figure all that out at the moment. <br><br> It looked like Natalie would be heading back out for another go at the stage. He had wanted to spend some time with her enjoying the festival but he couldn't really be disappointed about it. She was getting to do what she loved and Austin wasn't going to deprive her of that. Besides, he really did enjoy watching her perform and well when she came back in her rocker girl outfit pretty much all rational thought left him anyways. "Good luck. Go out there and kill 'em. I'll be here when you get back."He said as Nattie ran back out on stage with Mickey's band. <br><br> Austin sat through the performance watching it with interest. Who would have thought that this island had so many good musicians? Not that it was a bad thing. Music was art too and Austin could appreciate that just as he could any painting. Not to mention the fact it gave Natalie some good opportunities. The fact that she had just gotten invited up on stage to fill in for one of the big groups was proof enough of that in itself. <br><br> As the song ended Austin waited patiently for the girl to come off stage and rejoin him. He smiled as he saw Mickey leading the way through the crowd with Natalie in tow. “Hey Mickey great job out…” However, no sooner had he begun speaking than he suddenly found his hand being taken from him and placed with Natalie’s. Mickey locked the two together and then he was off to disappear among the crowd leaving Austin and Natalie to stand there holding hands. <br><br> The painter froze not really sure what to do. For a moment he wondered if he should pull his hand away but he didn’t want her to think that he didn’t like her. Then he thought about leaving it there but wasn’t sure if she would think of it as weird or not. Finally he decided to take his chances and leave it locked together with hers. He didn’t want to be the person who pulled away first in any case and truth be told he was kind of interested in where this might go. “Let’s find a spot where we can watch the show. You haven’t gotten to watch any of the performances yet so come on.” With that he shot the girl a smile and began to lead her away in search of a better location to watch from and perhaps do a little talking too. <br><br><br> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| mermerluvs2dance | Nov 13 2011, 12:03 AM Post #10 |
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![]() Maria Rivera Date: Spring 3, 10 Time: 5:30 PM ish Wearing: Click Mood: Finally starting to calm down a little / Embarrassed. Tag: Mickey Maria smiled and nodded at the man as he sat next to her, her smile growing a bit as she recognized him from the last performance. She opened her mouth to compliment him on his performance, but he started talking just as she did. Her eyes widened, the only two words that he said that registered in her brain being "stage" and "fright." She immediately lit up like a light bulb. "Oh... So y-you noticed that?" she asked, her face burning more and more by the moment. If he noticed, then maybe everyone else did. This was exactly what she was afraid would happen. |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Dec 13 2011, 06:19 AM Post #11 |
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Spring 03, Year 10 5:45 p.m. Mood: Slightly embarrassed, yet not. Tag!: Austin ![]() That...was...fucking awesome! What aspiring musician wouldn't want to go and jam out with a handsome, well known musician who is such a badass that he probably bleeds tootsie rolls and gasoline? Natalie Winters: definitely on cloud nine right now. The girl makes her way off the stage with Mickey, still in a daze over performing with a big shot as well as the rush from just performing period. Friends and family there to cheer her on to boot. Nothing's gonna snap this girl out of her moment of personal glory... At least not until Mickey decides that he needs to take it upon himself to do some hand bonding, placing Natalie's hand into Austin's before running off. Probably to hit on the teal haired girl that he was watching intently earlier. The girl's face immediately goes red at the touch of Austin's hand in hers. It's not a bad thing, really. Matter of fact, it feels nice. Secure. Reassuring. More or less, it's the simple shock that Mickey would be so brash with his words and actions...jackass. ”Um...what to do...? Natalie muses as time seems to stand still. It's kinda nice...okay, it is nice...but what exactly is Austin thinking about this whole deal? He's still holding on at least. Didn't fling his hand away like he placed it on a damn stove at least. THAT would have probably done a good job of offending. Then again, can't really fault the guy. After all, he got thrown into this just as I did...” “Austin, I...” ”Let's find a spot where we can watch the show. You haven't gotten to watch any of the performances yet so come on.” Bell, that certainly settles that. And in a rather nice way too. Natalie wasn't expecting Austin to go and take the initiative like that, so it is certainly a rather nice surprise to the brunette. A surprise that the girl goes quite literally hand in hand with. Allowing herself to be led on, Nattie and Austin go and find themselves some prime seats in the audience. Of course, with as small of a town as Obsidian is, any seat could really be considered a prime seat. Something strange that the girl hasn't quite noticed is the fact that her and Austin are still holding hands. But nonetheless, there the duo is, jamming out to some live tunes like a couple of happy teenagers. Fitting. “So then...um...” Natalie begins, hoping to keep that whole 'awkward silence' thing from rearing it's ugly head again. “how...how's the art thing going? Any badass paintings lately?” ”Lame, Nattie...but it's conversation at least... [align=right]Mood: Intrigued Tag! Maria [/align]Well, well, well...up close and personal, Mickey would have to say that his soon to be friend here is quite a looker. Talent, looks...well, next thing to search for would be a personality. The smile that the blonde got for the trouble of sitting down next to her was certainly a good sign. The worried look that her face contorts into after the mention of stage fright? Not so much. Whoopsie. ”Oh... So y-you noticed that?” Crapspackle. Definitely not the response that Mickey was hoping for. What had been intended to be a compliment for a job well done has gone and had the ill effect of dredging up self consciousness. Keeping a smile on his own face as a means of reassurance, the man can't help but frown inwardly as his words had unintentionally had a side effect. Well, the best thing to do would be to disarm this little mine that Mickey had gone and unintentionally detonated. “Hey now, no worries, hon.” Mickey replies with a hopefully reassuring smile. “Everybody has their own level of comfort. Some people have performed in front of big crowds thousands of times, some hundreds, some a handful, and some have only done it once. My dad would fall into the thousands himself. Me, I would fall into the hundreds category. That being said, with that much experience, one is able to look at another performer and make assessments. Body language and other small nuances. Notice things. Truthfully, I doubt anybody else noticed. You did do a really good job. It's just that it's easier for your contemporaries to notice because we have all been in that boat before.” Well, hopefully that does a good job of smoothing things over. And if he didn't come off as a prick with that little spiel, all the better. Really, it wasn't the man's point to offer up criticisms or scorn. It was genuinely meant with the best intentions. Hmm...maybe breaking the ice up a little more cordially would have a better effect. The fact that she didn't rear back and slap him for his observations was certainly an encouraging sign at least. “But where are my manners?” Mickey says with a grin. “We know each others names thanks to looking at the show flier and from hearing the emcee introduce us, but still bad form to go without properly introducing ourselves. My name's Mickey Legend. Well, actually, it's Mickey Creel. The whole “Legend” thing is a stage name, really. So then, if the pretty and talented lady would like to stay a while, I would love to talk some music and get a name.” |
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Dec 14 2011, 12:37 AM Post #12 |
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center width="596" height="450"background="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i233/KaliRalter/austinsky.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:520px; height:300px; right:150px; left:30px; top:15px; bottom:100px; overflow:auto;"> ![]() <br>Austin Moore <br>Date: Spring 03, 10 <br>Time: 5:30 <br>Mood: Excited, Happy <br>TAG: Natalie Winters <br> <br><br>Austin wasn’t really sure what had come over him. What had made him decided to lead Natalie off through the crowd holding her hand? He didn’t know. The hand was just there and once it was he simply couldn’t reject it. He hoped he wasn’t jumping the gun but Natalie hadn’t let go yet and she seemed to be enjoying this new turn of events so he had to be on the right track…didn’t he? <br><br> Scanning the crowd as they walked Austin instantly noticed that the seats closest to the stage had already been filled. They wouldn’t be getting in on any mosh pit action today but truth be told that’s not really what he wanted anyways. A nice pair of seats near the back where they could watch the show and still talk to each other would serve just fine and as it turned out that was exactly what he found. <br><br> Leading the girl towards the targeted seats Austin noticed just how sweaty his hands were getting. He was more nervous than he had thought and the idea made his mood drop a little. ’Give her the old sweaty palms that’s the way to get on her good side Austin.’ Still, he liked the feeling too much to let it go just yet. Natalie hadn’t said anything so maybe she hadn’t noticed. <br><br> He wished he was more suave, more debonair, the kind of guy who could really sweep a girl of their feet but sadly that was not him. He couldn’t even really think of what to say now and it was starting to feel like they hadn’t spoken in forever…that is until he heard Nattie speak. Was that nerves he heard? It was. She was just as nervous as he was about this whole situation. He didn’t think he had ever seen Natalie get nervous around him which did serve to calm his racing heart a little. At least they were on the same wave length here. <br><br> “Oh..uh the painting…yeah the painting has been going good.” He said with a nervous chuckle. This was at least something he could talk about. “I actually had a pretty big project in mind that I’m going to take on in the next couple of days, something to celebrate my birthday. I’ve got to do something to commemorate the big one, eight.” He always painted a picture on his birthday but this year he was planning to do something a little more epic. You only turned eighteen once so he might as well make it awesome right? “You should…uh…come around and see what I end up with. I promise it will be worth your time.” He did his best to offer up a winning smile but only succeeded in pulling off a slightly goofy one. <br><br> They reached the seats and Austin stepped back to allow her the chance to enter first. He may have been nervous but his momma had taught him enough sense to still be polite. “I would ask how your music was going but I’ve already seen that it’s going good. You looked awesome up there.” More nervous laughter as he started saying the first things that came to his mind. “Hey school will be out soon and you’ll be turning eighteen too. We should do something together to celebrate the turning of a page in our lives. You know…just the two of us?” There, he had said it. The words were out there and he couldn’t take them back now. Oddly enough it didn’t seem so hard to say now that they were out there in the open. Now if Natalie doesn’t shoot him down maybe he would be business. <br><br><br> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| mermerluvs2dance | Dec 26 2011, 07:56 AM Post #13 |
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![]() Maria Rivera Date: Spring 3, 10 Time: 5:30 PM ish Wearing: Click Mood: Relieved/flattered/embarrassed Tag: Mickey "Well... When you put it that way..."[/b] Maria said, feeling a bit of relief as he explained. Of course... That made sense. You learn from experience, and surely if you were in the same situation, you'd be able to recognize the tell tale signs of when another person is in the same boat. Surely the entire audience couldn't tell... Especially after she started playing. Once she got to playing, all of her fears flew out of the window... And then she stopped playing and the fears came back. But that was in the past. No use in worrying about it now, right? .... Maybe... Maria's face lit up like a red light bulb at Mickey's compliments. Now, don't get her wrong, she loved getting compliments just as much as the next person, but.... she just wasn't used to them. She wasn't used to receiving praise like that, so naturally she would blush. Maria was just a pink person in general. Her face was still slightly pink when she gave a small smile and said, "I'm Maria Rivera... Nice to meet you, Mickey. I, uh... I enjoyed your performance." Well, Maria could kick herself. She got embarrassed, and whenever she got embarrassed, she became awkward and a little shy. Man, she hoped she had grown out of this, but apparently not. |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Jan 25 2012, 06:01 AM Post #14 |
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Spring 03, Year 10 5:45 p.m. Mood: Flattered and amused Tag!: Austin ![]() Humming along cheerfully with the music, the brunette takes care to pay attention to the words of her companion as well. Painting is going good for him, apparently. Really, there's no surprise to the girl there. Having seen Austin's work firsthand, Natalie can definitely vouch for the guy's artistic talent. An artistic talent that is rather quite extensive. The realism, the keen attention to detail...Natalie has to admit, she finds herself a little jealous of Austin's skill with a brush. Of course, she has skill with a brush herself, but the teen is well aware that there is a rather big difference between a hair brush like she uses and a paintbrush like Austin does. One thing that causes Natalie to raise an eyebrow in interest is the mention of a special project for his birthday. That right there could mean that the dude is painting anything. After all, as Austin said, it is the big one-eight. Adulthood. Becoming a man. Shit like that. Either way, the girl makes a mental note to definitely see what the fella is going to be conjuring up on the canvas. “I would ask how your music was going but I've already seen that it's going good. You looked awesome up there.” A compliment for the musician followed up by some nervous laughing. There was a time that the compliment would make Natalie blush, but having been playing for several years now, the girl has gotten rather used to getting praise for her musical prowess more often than not. Doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy the compliment though. Far from it as the genuine smile on her face will certainly attest to. “Well, thanks, Aust...” ”Hey school will be out soon and you'll be turning eighteen too.” Well, so much for thanking the guy. Pretty nice to see him shooting from the hip though. [/b]”We should do something together to celebrate the turning of a page in our lives. You know...just the two of us?”[/b] “Well, well, well...Austin Moore, would you by some chance be asking me on a date?” Natalie quips after a brief silence, smile on her face that would lead anyone to believe that she is in fact the cat that ate that damn canary. “Well, I dunno...I got a lot of plans. Like working a couple of hours a day. And taking brief naps every once in a while. And...well, that's it really. Sooooooo...I think we can arrange something.” Probably was a little mean of the girl to drag it out, especially seeing how the boy was fumbling his words about earlier, but it was all in good fun. Truthfully, Natalie really wouldn't be opposed to getting to know Austin a little better. After all, he does seem like a pretty good kid. Probably not going to pull anything. Both because the kid seems to have a good head on his shoulders and a sense of honor, and also because he has seen some of the folks that she hangs about with. Family friends with the captain of the police and the bouncer that Austin has witnessed in action flinging drunks out of Moonstone. As well as that 'daddy' person that paces the bar and helps Will with the books. All things considered, at the very least, it should prove to be entertaining. “So then, what exactly did you have in mind?” [align=right]Mood: Intrigued Tag! Maria [/align]A blush. Well now, that little bodily function certainly does prove that the fair lady was paying attention to him. But who wouldn't really? After all, Mickey Legend commands attention like it was nothing. At least the man hopes so, anyways. Though in this girl's case, she's probably listening more out of politeness than because of his fame. Either way, always a thrill to have his words heard. Even if they do make the poor lass a bit on the embarrassed side. ”I'm Maria Rivera... Nice to meet you, Mickey. I, uh... I enjoyed your performance.” “Maria Rivera...” Mickey repeats, smile etched firmly on face. “Really nice name. Rolls off the tongue real smooth.” Granted, in most cases, Mickey probably would have followed up the name echo with another compliment, but considering how Maria reacted to his first one, odds are that he might make the poor thing pass out if he keeps up his normal means of talking. Seems like for the time being, it would be a good idea for the rock star to at least attempt to show a little restraint. A first meeting capped off by a trip to the clinic due to Maria passing out due to embarrassment. Not a good way to make a first impression. “But anywho, thanks for the compliment, my dear.” Mickey offers up with a grin. “Been playing for a good majority of my life, so I hope that my music sounds at least halfway presentable for human ears. I also have a couple of other jobs. Work as a freelance writer, believe it or not. A music magazine in Abyssinian and a human interest piece for Obsidian, actually. 'Book of Legend.' And getting the details hammered out on something else too, but I think I'm going to keep that under wraps for now. The hint for that one is to keep your eyes, and more importantly, your ears peeled. But it is rather rude of me to talk on and on about myself, isn't it? I'd love to hear about a fellow musician. What's your story, Maria?” ”Would have said 'what's the pretty lady's story,' but again, no clinic visit in the cards tonight if I can help it. Restraint from me for now is an act of kindness, methinks...” |
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Jan 27 2012, 12:58 AM Post #15 |
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All Hail the Crimson King
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center width="596" height="450"background="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i233/KaliRalter/austinsky.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:520px; height:300px; right:150px; left:30px; top:15px; bottom:100px; overflow:auto;"> ![]() <br>Austin Moore <br>Date: Spring 03, 10 <br>Time: 5:30 <br>Mood: Excited, Happy <br>TAG: Natalie Winters <br> <br><br>Austin smiled as Natalie commenced with her teasing. There had been a time when the very thought of a girl saying something like that to him would have been enough to make him descend into a stuttering, blushing, nervous wreck. Standing here with Natalie now though it seemed more amusing than anything else. In fact, things were going a lot smoother than he would have ever thought possible. If he would have known asking the girl out was this easy he might even have done it sooner…maybe. <br><br> “uh…Yeah like a date.I'm glad you like the idea.” His lips curled up in the goofy smile of someone realizing something for the first time and he watched her expressions with only the slightest hints of pink darkening his cheeks. He was doing it. He was actually asking her out and her first reaction wasn’t to laugh at him, it wasn’t repulsion, it wasn’t even that dreaded place of all young men seeking affection, the ‘Friend Zone’. He had made his decision, let the question fly and then she had actually said yes…awesome. <br><br> The really funny thing was that he had spent so much time worrying and fretting over it but actually going through with it was so easy. Everything just kind of fell into place like it was…meant to be. It was a silly thought he knew but still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things had been going his way tonight. He didn’t know where Mickey had run off to but wherever it was Austin hoped the musician was having as good of a night as he was. <br><br> Now that the hard part was over it really all seemed like smooth sailing from here. In fact, Austin felt like he was riding on a wave of new found confidence. What did he have in mind? Well sitting here by a cute girl, holding her hand until the time came for them to part ways. As for the date, yeah he could think up something for that. Something casual and fun but that let them spend some real quality time together. It couldn’t be that hard could it? <br><br> Austin turned the question over in his mind and sure enough it didn’t take long before he had come up with some suitable activities. “Dinner at a nice restaurant on the mainland and a movie.” He said confidently and then added. “Maybe a little walk afterwards? You know anything to get us away from the island and lets us have a night out on the town. Some fun to say farewell to those childhood years.” He gave her hand a little squeeze and turned his attention back to the stage…but not really. <br><br> His thoughts were on much more important things and even with the concert going on and all the people around them Austin still was only really interested in one other person and the conversation they were having. It was the details of this event that would make it special to him later after the music had died away and as a painter if there was one thing that Austin had always been good at it was paying attention to the details. <br><br><br> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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