Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Aug 9, 2006 7:24:58 GMT -5
Alana was giving herself a tour of the whole school though she already knew...atleast a little less than half of the rooms, but it was an ENORMOUS building containing many interesting and educational rooms. She was walking down the hallway a bit depressed. Alana had got in a little "argument" with one of her professors. Alana frowned when she heard echoing from her foot steps as she walked down the hallway sadly. Alana hadn't been to the music hall the whole time she had attended the academy. It wasn't a course you had to take so why did she have to go? Of course she loved music just she hadn't actually "played" the music in years. She was a brilliant pianist. Her father had taught her how to play, though she had stopped once he had left the house. She had gotten over it many years ago though. She walked into a hallway with many instruments. Dongs, gongs, drums, banjos,and so much more. She was wearing her black and white striped sweatshirt that hid her gray simple t-shirt. She was wearing black yoga pants that almost covered up her black boots. Her hair wasn't up and was wavy and a tad curly. She had a beige choker on that had about 5 studs in the front. She had on earrings that were pearl studs. Alana gasped walked in the center of the room and stared at all the instruments. They were years old. Between 7-12. She looked closer at chair placed in the front. It was disgustingly dusty. In fact the whole room was dusty, old, and it seemed as if it was forgotten about.
[Oh yeah look at how did post is! Ooh yeah!.]
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Post by Alexandra Ramsey on Aug 9, 2006 9:18:35 GMT -5
Alex was sitting in the old forgotten room, back in a corner. She was practicing on playing the guitar. She did, in fact, play the guitar, but there was one song she wanted to learn. She was sitting behind a giant gong and a piano, so if anyone came in they couldn't see her. She heard the door open, so she instantly stopped playing. Who would come in here? My gosh! There is NO place in this school that anyone can go too... she thought to herself. She quietly set her guitar down and stood up slowly. She looked around, then saw Alana. She quickly sat back down. She picked up her guitar, rolling her eyes, then looked at her music book. She put her finger on one line, looked at her guitar, looked at the book, then started to play it. Thank Heavens it wasn't a teacher.. she thought again.
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Aug 9, 2006 9:24:11 GMT -5
Alana glanced over by a piano. She had seen someone or something move. She saw a lock of beautiful electric blond hair move. "Alex why are you here?" she stared blankly. She realized she would ask her the same question so quickly said "I'm here because I never been to the..Music hall before and I found this room..it's looks like no ones been in here in ages!" she walked over to the corner and sat on the grand piano's seat. She sighed.
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Post by Alexandra Ramsey on Aug 9, 2006 9:33:34 GMT -5
She took a deep sigh. "I always come here. I never knew that someone would FINALLY come in. I practice in here. I play guitar. And piano." She shrugged. "I just came to practice guitar though. No big deal. I thought a teacher had come in here. One time one did catch me.." She stopped, changing the subject. "Um, so you've never been down the music hall? Wow, so I guess you don't take any music courses? I don't. Music Teachers annoy the hell out of me. So I come in here and practice. It's really peaceful." She said, laying down her guitar. She crossed her legs.
[osht i forgot my clothes] Alex had on a tight, off-white V shirt with the sleeves right above her elbows, some dark beige shorts on, and white flip-flops. She had around her neck a diamond heart necklace with silver gold, and diamonds studs in her first [earring] holes, and sapphire studs in her second [earring] holes. Her hair was put down, and was slightly wavy. She had on mascara, some eyeliner, and a touch of light-pink lipgloss.
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Aug 9, 2006 9:39:44 GMT -5
Alana nodded "I'm not really into the whole band thing..you know the clarinets, flutes, horn things" Alana almost confused herself.[xD] "Usually the music teachers are all pip and proper! I mean come on why can't they be laid back? I don't like chorus because I don't like people hearing me sing.." she sighed and started playing a soft, short yet depressing tune she had made up while studying in the library the other day. She shivered a bit. The windows were open and blowing in wind. It was winter and it barely snowed yet.
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Post by Alexandra Ramsey on Aug 9, 2006 9:49:31 GMT -5
She shrugged. "I guess. I hate every music teacher here anyways, and I'm sure it's the same way around." She laughed a little. "The classes are just so.. boring." She sighed, looking around. After an ackward silence, she said, "So, when did you start to sing?"
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Aug 9, 2006 9:54:53 GMT -5
Alana didn't like this question that much. She wasn't so confident in her vocals. "Well when I was about 6 or 7 I always wanted to grow and be a.....rockstar." she turned red in the face she was rather embarressed about what she just said but it was true. "..I wanted to be a lead singer in a band and I would practice singing every day. Thats why I'm a good writer. I worked on the lyrics for the songs though they might have been a little childish I got better and I was really into the whole singing thing until I got on stage for my talent show at the age of 9. It was horrible I just ran off!" she admitted it all. She looked at Alex and asked her "So do you sing?"
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Post by Alexandra Ramsey on Aug 9, 2006 9:56:25 GMT -5
She giggled. "Only in the shower.. Gosh, I'm a terrible singer." She put a small frown on. "How do you know you did horrible?"
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Brett Mirth
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Post by Brett Mirth on Aug 9, 2006 10:00:31 GMT -5
[;o pretty avatar] Alana grinned at her comment about the shower but frowned when she said she was terrible. "I don't know, because right when I was suppose to begin. The audience was staring at me and I wasn't singing anything or doing anything, and I just ran off. I didn't sing or say anything! It was my dream but now I don't really have one." She said while looking out the window it wasn't snowing yet but she knew it was going to, she contiued her depressing tune on the piano.
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Post by Alexandra Ramsey on Aug 9, 2006 10:07:17 GMT -5
She nodded slowly. "So you didn't sing? I thought that you meant horrible as in they threw rocks at you or something." She slightly smiled. "You just have stage fright. All you have to do is look straight ahead, not looking at anyone. Although looking at the people and connecting to them is good. Just pretend there is one person there. Look at them in the eye for a moment, keep a smile on while you are singing... then just look at someone else in the eyes. It's really simple. I actually sung for a talent show. I didn't win or anything, but they did like it." She shrugged.
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