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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Dec 30, 2009 15:42:39 GMT -5
It was strange to have a 'kind-of-acquaintence, kind-of-friends' person to see around school. He even sat next to her during this morning's mass. She looked to be slowly getting used to things around here. The wild and unpredictable moments in between classes when everyone seemed to loose control for five minutes then all rush to classes. He had a class with her as well, where if felt just slightly less inclined to answer every single question. He had to wonder what she thought when he made a sarcastic comment to someone who answered a question wrong. It was strange to care so much. They even sat together once during lunch, he remembered how people gave them looks. He was about ready to flip the bird at anyone ready to say something. He wondered whether or not if she had heard any of the talk about him yet, wondered if she ever would.
So it wasn't that he was good at instruments, he just liked music and played just a little bit. He was even thinking about taking the music classes, just to busy himself even more. He picked up a blue mandolin and started listening for certain chords. |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Dec 30, 2009 21:19:33 GMT -5
So far, no one really talked to Charlie other than Dylan, so she tried to be by him during times like lunch and church. He was the only one so far who she felt somewhat comfortable with. They werent best friends for life or anything but he was the closest thing she had to a friend. Charlotte was trying really hard to be normal and calm but it was difficult. She didnt spend a whole lot of time following the boy around because she didnt want him getting annoyed or thinking she was some stalker or something. But seeing him was a little bit of a relief. School life was quite stressful and her counselor had suggested talking to one of the doctors about anxiety prescriptions but Charlie wanted to try adjusting first. As much as her medication was reliable and helpful, she didnt want to be on them the rest of her life. In her mind she'd come up with this idea of completely changing her life around here before she left. She wanted things to change and be better so she was working hard and trying her best to adjust and fit in.Today had been a particularly rough day. Her eyes were red from a recent cry, and she was looking for a peaceful place to be alone. Being a weekday, most kids abandoned the school building so Charlotte headed back in there. Her hair was down yet out of her eyes thanks to a headband and she was enjoying the warmth of her thick black sweater - as much as an emotionally unstable girl who'd just been ridiculed in front of a whole class could enjoy something.
Walking towards the music room she heard someone plucking an instrument and she hesitated, chewing on her lip as she considered turning back. Charlie had hoped to be on her own. However, she peaked into the room and saw with a rush of relief that it was Dylan. Hoping her eyes werent too puffy, she quietly stepped inside "Hey Dylan," she greeted him in her usual timid voice. "I didnt know you played... that..." she blushed a little with an awkward expression, unable to find the word for the instrument she was sure she knew.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Dec 30, 2009 21:42:04 GMT -5
Surpised by company, he looked over to find it was Charlotte. Good, at least it wasn't anyone annoying. He shook his head, setting it down. "Mandolin. No, I don't really play. anything." he stuck his hands into his pockets and looked at her. Her blonde hair as vibrant as usual but her eyes looked a somewhat red. Dylan figured that she really wasn't settling into helena life very well after all and felt disappointed by that. If anyone should be popular around here, it should've been her. Someone actually nice. His concerns of her pills didn't bother him as much, only because she never acted unpredictable or irrational. Just shy and quiet. But... he still wondered whether hanging around her would be a mistake.
Anyhow, he wasn't going to ignore her on a bad day. You just don't do that to a girl. "Do you like music? You play?" he asked. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Dec 30, 2009 21:55:43 GMT -5
Charlotte shrugged in answer to his question. "I took piano when I was younger..." she said, sounding doubtful. "But thats all I can play. I never really did it for fun though..." the girl added vaguely. Charlottes mother had been a brilliant piano player and her dad insisted Charlie take lessons too, without ever really explaining why until after the snobby teacher gave up on Charlotte, telling her she had no passion and it was killing him inside. She wasnt bad at playing, just a little rusty. Music had never been a passion of hers, and she had never been involved with it for enjoyment. Her piano teacher was the devil and nobody knew Charlotte had some pipes - not even herself. She preferred to just listen to music when she heard it.
She went over to the near by piano and sat down, sliding her fingers down the cool keys until she came to middle C. She played a quiet and quick bout of Chopsticks and shrugged her shoulders. One of her hands slid to her side, supporting her weight as she leaned on her hand, her right one playing soft soothing notes that she was making up. Living alone, no one had ever been around to tell Charlie if she were any good or not, when in reality she was pretty talented. Just because her teacher had been a prima donna didnt mean the girl didnt have any talent.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Dec 30, 2009 22:10:41 GMT -5
Alot of parents force their kids piano lessons. Thank goodness his didn't. Mom was much too... insane to even talk on the phones at times. He yawned from a lack of sleep and muttered an apology with a faint smile. "Let's hear it." he requested, looking over to the old grand piano in the corner of the room. He loved music for it was just another art and what could he say. He was an artist, many who disliked him recognized that at least. A few just thought he was twisted, like Goya or something but they didn't realize that Dylan appreciated any sort of comparisons- even if he never took it seriously.
She went over there and sat down. Played a little chopsticks. Then she was playing something dainty and smooth. "What piece is that? It's good." he said curiously. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Dec 30, 2009 22:18:25 GMT -5
"Oh... thanks, I actually just made it up." Charlotte admitted, a little embarrassed. "My teacher told me I didnt have passion. So he quit." she told Dylan. Giving up little pieces of her history was rare for Charlie to do but she liked this, just being in a quiet room with a quiet person who at least tolerated her existence. Plus she was finding the piano was making her feel better. So she was more at ease than she had been yet, and it was kind of nice to be content for a moment.
Charlotte didnt know if he was saying that to be nice or if he was sincere, but without really thinking, she felt the little piece was missing something and her other hand found its way back onto the keys. "I havent played in over a year," she told him, sounding apologetic almost, in case her spontaneous creation ended up being a complete failure. It didnt sound amazing in her ears, but she wasnt really concentrating either. Since her teacher had quit on her, she assumed she was horrible and gave up the piano long ago but she'd never sat down for a little one-on-one with the instrument and now wondered why.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Dec 30, 2009 22:26:44 GMT -5
"He quit?" he asked, amused and growing more curious. He sat down on a stool besides the piano, so pleased to be talking to someone like normal people. No dares, no threats, no questions, no glares, no 'what did you do' sort of questions, none of that crap. Just real talking. It was making him happy. It was not a drunk happy, a I'm in church and nearly feel special happy, or a I got another a plus happy, it was a different kind.
He shrugged. "I wouldn't have known." he replied to her apology in all honesty. Dylan was no liar, he would never lie. Not again anyway. It had been hard to lie to police, to a judge, an attorney... He was done with that. If only Stefano just asked what really happened that day, he'd tell the truth. "It was good, you should work it into a song, you know?" He looked to the keys, thinking of how she could add bass to it. "With lyrics too, can you sing?" he said looking back at her. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Dec 30, 2009 22:51:58 GMT -5
Charlotte smiled a little and nodded. "He was annoying anyways..." she mused as she played around with the notes. Her eyes darted to his face and her fingers stopped as she considered what he said. Her slim shoulders shrugged. "I dont know, Ive never really tried I guess." she told him. She was pretty pleased he thought it was that good, and she was just tinkering around with notes, maybe she could come up with something really nice if she put her mind to it. But playing something she made up was one thing. Singing for him was another and she wasnt sure if he wanted her to or not but the idea made her a little nervous. She didnt really know if she COULD sing, and she didnt even know what she should sing if she were to try, to get his opinion. Charlie knew plenty of songs but the idea was making her freeze up a little.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Dec 30, 2009 23:10:32 GMT -5
"Yeah?" he said, still finding that a little crazy. How do you get a teacher to quit on a kid? When she shrugged, he wished he could've said 'FREEZE'. It would've made a good picture, only thing was, no paper, pencils or anything close in sight in this room. Maybe he could remember it. "You should try." he said simply, wondering if he was being any convincing. He wasn't so great with talking, he thought realizing the downsides of this talking. Whether or not she could sing, well, that's a mystery to him adn he doubted she would start singing in front of him now. Haha, for all he knew she was a screaming, metal kind of girl who could produce a bone chilling scream. G-d he hoped not and he doubted that as well. "You could take the music lessons here... if the teachers have to deal with students here, I'm sure they can handle you." he smirked. "I was thinking of doing it too. Art classes are becoming a drag." [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Dec 30, 2009 23:23:39 GMT -5
Charlotte considered this. She was feeling a lot better, almost having forgotten the humiliation of the days events and she wanted Dylan to tell her if she really was any good. "Okay..." she started a little doubtfully "But be honest, if its not good, tell me to stop" her lips flickered in a small smile.
Charlie was quiet for a few moments while she thought of a song. One she'd heard earlier that morning popped into her head. At first her voice was a little shaky but she knew the song well so that helped. Some of the piano bits were even making their way into her mind while she was sitting here and the skeletal outline of the melody she managed to plink out with relative grace, but she was still nervous about it a little bit.
"We were both young, when i first saw you," Charlies voice startled her as it reached out and filled the empty room. The acoustics were nice in there but whether or not her voice was any good was still unknown to her. But she kept singing, waiting for him to tell her to stop.
(love story by t-swizzle is the song btw xD just in case lol)
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Dec 31, 2009 12:15:40 GMT -5
He took noticed of the smile and readied himself, who knows how this could go. When she went quiet, Dylan thought maybe she was having second thoughts but then her voice began to fill the room. He smiled, yeah, smiled with pleasant surprise of it. He didn't interrupt til the end of her song since he did enjoy listening to her. Once she finished, he spoke. "That was good." he said firmly, to prove he wasn't lying or being nice. "You have a really good voice. I liked listening to you."
ooc; i like that song xD
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Dec 31, 2009 13:31:56 GMT -5
Charlie blushed, sheepishly tucking her hair behind her ear. "Really?" she asked, but he sounded certain and from what she knew of Dylan, he wouldn't lie to her. "Thanks" She smiled a little, not sure what else to say. Music was fun, why hadn't she known this before? Life was just so incredibly hectic for her and she wished she had known music could be an outlet. but now she did know. She had things she could practice and work on, and maybe even take some classes. Learning was something Charlotte had come to love, because it filled her mind with things other than depression and grief. Now music could help fill the various voids inside her as well. The girl felt stronger already.
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