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⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 19TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ AUDITORIUM >> COPY ROOM ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ RESTLESS >> AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %10 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠​

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❝ＯＰＰＲＥＳＳ ＴＨＥ ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ ！！❞​

Much of the morning passed without incident, to Sophie's dismay. She felt a bit restless but decided that, after giving the score a final once-over, she would go and make copies of it and lyrics once rehearsal started.

With a bit of a sigh, she placed her things in the auditorium just in time to see Noëlle sit down at the piano and begin to play. The girl's red hair had been the least of her changes; her skin was less bright, her eyes were duller, and so was the rest of her person. Sophie didn't think much of it because even if two years wasn't really a long time in the spectrum of things, a lot could happen in that amount of time.

She leaned over the top of the practice piano when she was finished playing her melody and gave a smile, ❝Good morning, Miss Noëlle,❞ she greeted, ❝Just thought I would let you know that I will be making final copies of the score, and there are some changes in the part you have. That was lovely playing, by the way.❞

Before she could continue, the familiar, bright voice of one of her favorite people sounded throughout the auditorium, giving off a small echo. ❝Yo! Nice tune you're playing there, Elle!❞

Sophie straightened herself out and began in the direction of the lobby, passing Julius. ❝Good morning, Sir Dashing Patch.❞ she said with a sly smile.

Once out in the lobby, she realized her phone had vibrated not too long ago, and she pulled it out.

FROM: Quentin​

Do you want me?​

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TO: Quentin​

Jumping in already? My, you work fast, don't you?​

Sophie smiled at the message. What scandalous word choice. she thought to herself, and then continued her own message.

TO: Quentin​

Jumping in already? My, you work fast, don't you?​

But really. No, you're not needed today.​

I might stop by to see you, though. Where are you?​

FROM: Quentin​

In the changing room.​

What a boring reply. she thought to herself with a sigh. Sophie didn't bother replying and began her journey to the copy room. When she was there, she grabbed the high-end paper that was reserved for final copies and set to print.

While waiting, she made herself a cup of french vanilla coffee and grabbed two chocolate chip granola bars, enjoying her small snack with a smile and waiting for all the copies to be made.

 

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Pierce was rushing through the building on her way to the auditorium. The cord of her headphones bounced up and down against her chest as she ran. Her whole body was flushed and burning. She looked like a mess. Her hair stuck up in spots from lying on the bed, her clothes were crumpled and wrinkling, and she had to check her breath repeatedly to make sure it didn't have the familiar scent of alcohol coming off it. Her cheeks were pink with color and her brown eyes glossy. Had she really invited Sophie over? What a mistake that was! A newly formed knot twisted her insides at the idea. Sophie was going to drive them back to the house. Would she stay, or would she get one look around the place, laugh, and walk out? Her hand flew to her mouth as she rounded the corner that lead to the top entrances of the auditorium. She felt ready to vomit. Anxiety was seizing her. Maybe I can tell her it was a mistake, that after I talked to my mom she said I couldn't have anyone over. But going back on it after so many hours had already passed left her feeling guilty. She couldn't do it.

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She moved to the ticket booth the see if Oliver was already there. He wasn't. Pierce unlocked the door to the box office, having been given a key after signing up the Box Office Coordinator position. She walked into the small space and set down her stuff, making sure to take her music out and not sing once inside. The possibility that Oliver might have heard her was terrifying in and of itself. She shoved everything into her bag and set it in the seat. The manila folder had been left with Julius yesterday and she would need to get it back from him today.​

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They had printed plenty of tickets yesterday, but now they would be needed to add up. It was really only a one person job--she half wondered if Oliver would even come in today. Her head was still swimming as she made her way out of the box office, doing yet another breath check. Pierce slipped a stick of gum into her mouth that she pulled out of her bag for safe measure. The box office door clicked shut behind her and she moved for the large auditorium doors. When they opened, she could see that there were already a few people inside; hopefully it would draw attention away from her. Her eyes grazed over the room and she noticed Julius near the piano while Noëlle played and that Richie guy watched. They seemed to be enjoying her music.​

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Pierce chewed on her gum nervously, not wanting to interrupt. Maybe I could come back for them later. I'm sure there's other things I could be doing. She turned to leave the auditorium, not seeing one of the thick cables running across the floor that she had managed to absently step over when she entered. Her boot caught the cable as she spun, pulling her to the ground. The layers of her skirts flew up as her hands and knees hit the ground, undoubtedly bruising. She let out an exclamatory gasp and could feel her body burning hotter than it had from the rum. Letting herself completely collapse on the ground, she smoothed out the layers of her skirts, assuring that no one could see anything they weren't supposed to. Why do I have to be so uncoordinated? She wanted to cry, but was already far too embarrassed to do such a thing.​

 

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◀ ACTIVITY⦂ SOUND COORDINATING ✎ INTERACTION⦂ ✗ ▶​

◀ ☼ ✔ ✎ LOCATION⦂ SOUND BOOTH ✐ DAY⦂ 2 & 2/4 ▶​

◀ ♫ ✐ MOOD⦂ FRUSTRATED ✎ OOC⦂ ✗ ▶​

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" AND SO IT BEGINS... "​

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Erik had been the first to arrive at the school, now seated alone in the sound booth. He kept eying the time on his watch in annoyance. Where was Tucker? His brown eyes stared vacantly at all the little knobs, buttons, and dials on the mixing board. The thing had him utterly defeated. Tucker was supposed to do the tech part, he just needed to make sure everything sounded pretty. Finally admitting defeat, Erik decided to send him a text.

She pressed down on the mic button, one of the few he could actually find, and peered down at the stage through the glass window. "Can someone take that mic on stage left and do some warmups or something? I need to get the adjustments right." he called down to them, before leaning back in his chair. Erik rested his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. The auditorium had begun to fill cast and crew. With it being the weekend, rehearsal attendance was more lax, but having everyone present just made things one thousand times easier. His newly cut hair stuck up where the gel was placed, poking against his hands. He didn't really mind. Nor did he care about messing it up. Things like that were never really a big deal to him. Maybe that's why I don't have a girlfriend, he mused silently to himself. Where was Tucker? He better have a good excuse for leaving me to deal with this shit on my own.

 

『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 36°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/19/2015 - 2:00PM ✖『DAY』 02.2​

❝That sounds... beautiful, Noëlle. It's legit so soothing and peaceful... you're really good at playing piano. How long have you been playing?❞

The benign voice of someone familiar to her interrupted [ not that she was bothered ] her playing. Her lips produced a smile, eyes alight and she turned a bit in her stool to face him. Richie!

❝Thanks, haha. I've been playing for ... hmm ... as long as I can remember, really. I think I was first enrolled in classes when I was around seven or eight, but I've always had an affinity towards the piano.❞ The contact was welcomed, but a little embarrassing. She hadn't been playing for attention.

Just then her phone vibrated in the pocket of her sweater and she shrugged towards Richie with an apologetic expression, pulling it out to view the message.

Message From: Quentin Hey there! I am well, thank you. Those events took their toll, but I'm back on my feet. My best wishes on you and yours as well. I know it got to you, and I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful back then. But enough of gloominess. It's great hearing from you! I'm surprised you remembered my email after all this time. As for hanging out, I'd love to. Just tell me when.

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Aah, that was good ... She had almost forgotten about sending the email last night. Her fingers ran messily through her red hair in exasperation.

I'm a meeeeess ...

Noëlle wasn't set on a date, so she decided to reply later. She had initiated the reunion, it would potentially be annoying of her to be so indecisive right off the bat.

❝Good morning, Miss Noëlle,❞ Sophie appeared almost magically, leaning over the piano [ which earned her a stern and overprotective no-no look from Noëlle ]. ❝Just thought I would let you know that I will be making final copies of the score, and there are some changes in the part you have. That was lovely playing, by the way.❞

❝Alrighty. Looking forward to it!❞ Her eyes diverted when she mumbled a self-conscious 'thank you' at the compliment. She still wasn't too sure about Sophie ...

Her attempt to return her attention back to Richie was interrupted, again, as her phone vibrated against her fingers. A shiver ran down her spine and her cheeks flooded with warmth, but the feeling left as soon as the vibration stopped and she read the text. Finally, Julius had replied!! There was no need to respond to him, though, as his voice rang out just moments later.

❝Yo! nice tune your playing there Elle!❞

Noëlle gushed gawkily in response, the fatigue from yesterday [ and days prior ] completely forgotten about -- for the moment. Professor Julius had an cleansing aura about him. A feisty, enthusiastic, contagious attitude. It motivated her!

❝Professor!❞ She chimed, compulsively fixing her posture before completely standing up instead and moving downstage and away from the piano. After grabbing her bag, her legs swung over the edge of the stage, and she smiled brightly. ❝Good afternoon! I got the ... uh. Stuff.❞

She laughed softly, awkwardly, bashfully, and reached down through objects until she found the small binder she brought. They held her compositions that were due at the end of the break and were neatly organized and labeled for Julius' convenience. Once she handed them off to him, she watched -- as if she expected him to flip through the contents and praise evaluate her right then and there. Noticing her own eagerness, she pulled herself back up into a standing position and folded her arms over her chest.

❝Thanks for doing this. I hope they're okay. Let me know when you can.❞

❝Can someone take that mic on stage left and do some warmups or something? I need to get the adjustments right.❞

The warm voice of Erik over the speakers caught her attention. She gazed at the mic and considered it, but ... It wasn't very appealing at the moment. This was the perfect opportunity to get back to Richie, however.

❝You should hop up here and sing for us, Richie!❞ Her tone managed to be both encouraging and playful. ❝Do you sing ... ?❞

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"Thanks, haha. I've been playing for ... hmm ... as long as I can remember, really. I think I was first enrolled in classes when I was around seven or eight, but I've always had an affinity towards the piano."

Richie nodded at Noëlle with a cheery grin. He was about to continue their conversation until she pulled out her phone. She passed him an apologetic glance, which he countered with his continuing smile. Again, he attempted to continue their interaction until Sophie appeared ( seemingly out of nowhere ) and informed her about some musical score or something. He sighed and opened his mouth wide to speak...

...Only to be cut off by Julius...

...Then Erik...

The boy figured the interruptions would last forever at this rate. For the final time, Richie began to speak until he was interrupted by none other than the very person she was trying to converse with. He groaned under his breath, and was honestly about to walk away when his ears shot up at the sound of...

"You should hop up here and sing for us, Richie!"

Richie felt his heart flutter as the sweet words echoed in his mind. He adored singing; if there was one last thing the blonde-haired boy could do before he died, it would be to sing. From a young age ( about three or four ), Richie knew he wanted to be some time of singer. Anything: small town theater troop, a professional recording artist, the star in a Broadway musical... anything would do as long as it involved singing. Richie's emerald eyes gazed upon Noëlle as she continued, "Do you sing...?"

Again the boy nodded, but this time with much more enthusiasm. He didn't want to seem too eager though, so he replied with an innocent, "I do but... are you sure...?" He looked to stage left, where Erik's voice once rang from. His eyes darted back to Noëlle; he was too ecstatic to wait for her answer. He quickly made his way to the person holding the mic and plucked it from his hand, murmuring a gleeful 'thank you'. Richie returned to the stage, poised and ready to go...

...And so he began to sing sweetly to the tune Noëlle played previously. It sounded very familiar to another song he knew, so he sang along to the words of that one. He secretly hoped Noëlle would catch on and begin to play again; the duo would become a marvelous duet.

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Tell me your wish​

Tell me that small dream you have inside of your heart​

Draw that ideal person you have inside of your head​

I'm your genie, I'm your dream, I'm your genie...​

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Release your body into the trembling beating of your heart like a Harley​

Now this world is simply your stage​

The waves of cheers​

In my heart, your body temperature is my path​

Forever your biggest fan...​

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Tell me your wish​

Don't the boring days bother you?​

Have you become buried by your ordinary life?​

Now stop and wake up​

You are my superstar, shining star, super star... ​

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Ethan sat alongside Sasha at her house. After the coffee house, it seemed best to just go to one of their places and have some fun. The only thing that Ethan worried about was romance somehow coming into play. He liked her, she was cute, but he was nowhere near the point for romance of any sort. Her place was nice, organised and felt very comfortable.

The question on his mind was though, now what? What would they do? It was Sasha's place after all so she knew best.

"So, Sasha, what would you like to do. I am game for anything." He said softly smiling at her.

He was a tad worried about the play. He was one of the characters in the play so him not being there might end up causing some problems with Maria and Tarvos interacting with him whenever Ethan came involved. If it was that big of a problem, someone could have just sent him a message. He was familiar with a good amount of the people there. They had his number. He did state however that he was going to spend his day relaxing with Sasha, so he needed to stick to his word.

 

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Location: Her Room {} Mood: Extremely Nervous {} OOC: :<​

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So much for the day being long. In fact, the day went by way too damn fast. Before she knew it, it was already 2:00 PM. Last time she remembered time going by this fast was when she was in a 50 man raid in one of her games. Even still, that only lasted 2 hours at most. This moment, it was longer than 2 hours...or maybe because that chocolate espresso was packed with sugar? It could be...​

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Curse her lack of experience of real life experience and focusing only on the movies and animes she watched. Usually, opposite sexes shouldn't go into each other's rooms unless they are infatuated with each other. Just thinking about it made Sasha extremely nervous and concerned. T-this is just like all those shows I watched up to this point. Does he want more than to just to hang out with me? O-or is this how friends hang out? ​

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"So, Sasha, what would you like to do. I am game for anything."​

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His voice caught her off guard. Her heart was beating rapidly. It didn't help that Ethan was sitting RIGHT NEXT TO HER. She caught glance of his face and almost regretted it. That smile had enough power to make any girl faint. She took a deep breath before giving an answer. "W-well...there really isn't much to do in my room...hey! Why don't you tell me about yourself? I'm sure you have a lot of things to tell about you!" Right! We should learn about each other as much as we can!​

 

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◀ ACTIVITY⦂ TRIALS ✎ INTERACTION⦂ ✗ ▶​

◀ ☼ ✎ LOCATION⦂ SOUND BOOTH ✐ DAY⦂ 2 & 3/4 ▶​

◀ ♫ ✐ MOOD⦂ ANNOYED ✎ OOC⦂ ✗ ▶​

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" AND SO IT BEGINS... "​

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Erik watched from the sound booth as Richie climbed to the stage. He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. His brown eyes peered down at the blond haired boy claiming the microphone. Slowly he inched closer to the sound board, praying Tucker would be here soon. Richie began to take up a song and carefully, Erik slid some of the knobs around, adding in background music. It didn't exactly match, but he could hopefully mix something in until it matched. He tapped his fingers lightly on the board and gnawed on his lower lip. Erik was in need of a smoke. The music slowly began to sync up, but not before Richie's song came to an end.

He sighed. Erik pressed down on the microphone button and called out. "Thanks Richie. I think I've got it matching." He released the button before rising from his seat and slipping out of the sound booth. Erik walked into the auditorium, giving the others a quick wave before exiting to the hall. He needed to get outside. He walked through the winding halls until he reached the main entrance of the building. The pack was in back pocket before he slipped his hand in and pulled it out, flipping the top open to pull out a cigarette.

 

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Sasha seemed to be shaking. Was she nervous about something? Was it she wanted to go further with him? His heart beat began to rise significantly. Then the words of relief came from her mouth. She instead wanted to just hear about him instead of the things he believed she'd want. This was a much better alternative to then what he had thought. Where to begin though. His story was long. Would she really care to hear it all?

"About myself you ask. Well, to begin I must tell you about my parents. My father runs a large company in Japan for cell phone manufacturing while my mother is, well..." This was hard for him, he began to grab his pants tightly and looked away. "My mother died of child birth to me." He believed he was the reason for her death. If he never was born, his mother and father would be together still and be happy. "I don't see my father very much being that he is always working. But hey, I do have all this extra money being that we are rich... But money doesn't always bring happiness."

That was probably a turn off. Ethan was acting more depressed than usual. "But enough about that. I'll tell you some of my likes, I am a gamer. Very good at it too. Tournaments have shown me that I can compete on some of the upper levels. Recently I have been getting into some animes that people have suggested to me. There are also some things I enjoy that most men do not. As a child, I use to ride horses a lot and have come to enjoy it much. I absolutely love my horses. I also enjoy dancing and cooking." He said embarrassed.

That was enough about him though, he wanted to know more about her. "How about you, tell me about yourself."

 

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Maria walked into the auditorium, her face flushed. Coffee with Tucker had been both wonderful and disappointing. Every time she set up one of these dates with him, it seemed to be a slap in the face. He didn't realize what they were and seemed to only look at her as a friend. He didn't gawk at her like everyone else. There was something in his eyes when she looked at him, but the adoration never seemed more than that between two friends. It was a letdown, but she couldn't help but wonder if maybe that was why she enjoyed his company. He occasionally stumbled over words when talking to her, but that just seemed to be him, not this eagerly anticipatory boy thinking he was going to get something out of her.

She walked down the aisle, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she went. Out of her peripheral, she noticed a familiar awkward little brunette sitting on the floor. Maria stopped, resting her hand on hip while cocking her head to the side. ❝ Are you all right Pierce? You're just sitting on the floor and it has to be awfully dirty. ❞

The girl seemed startled to have been noticed and hastily climbed to her feet.❝ Y-yeah! I'm fine! ❞ she said a little too loudly. Her face was beet red and her hands shaking. She made a dash for the door, carefully stepping over a cord on the ground. Peculiar...

Maria turned her attention back to the rows of seats and the small group of people down near the stage. She took a deep breath before continuing on her path down the many steps. She stopped near the others, glancing around to see if Torvald was there. The familiarly annoying blond didn't seem to be in sight and she both relieved and annoyed. They were never going to get the damn duet right! ❝ Hey guys! ❞ she greeted cheerily. Maria gave a half wave before climbing the steps of the stage and taking a seat on the edge. her legs dangled off, as they did yesterday and most other days, swinging back and forth. Her thoughts were still stuck on the coffee shop as she tried to get into the mood of rehearsal. I just need to give him a slight push. Her blue eyes raked over the others, resting the red head by the piano. There was always the pointless efforts of Noëlle. She liked Noëlle, but she seemed different now. Plus, there appeared to be no interest on the younger girl's part. Maria shrugged in her spot on the stage.

✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/19/2015 ❖Day: 2 & 3/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Melancholy ❖ Interaction: ✘ ❖ Location: Auditorium ✜ ​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: Rehearsal ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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Location: Her Room {} Mood: Sad/Distraught {} OOC: Here comes the feels :,<​

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As Sasha heard his story, it made her sad. Seeing his reaction to telling it as well as his tone suddenly made the room feel a bit colder and darker. Mother dying...rich father...it was odd, but it was similar to hers in some ways. She was about to tell him some words of encouragement until he started to list off his hobbies which did help ease up the mood a little. Hearing them made her happy. At least he has some qualities that I enjoy too...hehe maybe I can play with him one day...It was until he asked her for her part. She did vow to never share it, but how would she move on without sharing her pain? She needed to let it go...​

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She took a deep breath and stared at her shoes. "It's kinda funny...seeing how similar your and my stories coincide. I too was born in a somewhat wealthy family. Except I knew my mother. I also had an older brother and a younger sister. My father was the head manager of a large phone corporation in America." She smiled. "The next 12 years of my life were the best. I played with my family members, learned the violin and piano, got into a nerdy life of video games and anime/manga...you could say I lived the life of a spoiled brat. Kinda hard to believe, but I had many friends back then." She giggled softly until she balled her fist. ​

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"I remember that one night though...I had a violin recital that evening. It was my sister's birthday though. I complained at them and argued until they let me go with them. My dad and brother stayed home for some house remodeling." She looked up at the violin on her stand. The gash seemed to stare into her, burning the memory into her mind. "I-I was so excited that night to show off my musical talent...but-" She sniffed, trying her best to hold back her tears. She wanted to stop talking...but she couldn't. "This truck in front of us...it carried chunks of metal. It stopped abruptly. We didn't have time to stop. She crashed into it. It was horrifying. I was in the backseat. I saw pieces fly out and strike both my mother and my sister, killing them. I-I would've died too but-" She looked away from her violin. "I-it saved me. It could've pierced my heart, but it blocked it. I still was struck too, but I didn't die. I was in a coma from the blood loss for 3 months. When I got out, I went home and cried my heart out. I never left home for the rest of the year..." She couldn't hold them back anymore as tears started to spill from her eyes. ​

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"You know why I'm a stalker? Because I wanted someone to know my pain and be with me. When I entered high school, no one knew or cared about me. I wanted to befriend them, but they didn't have time for my concerns. I was ignored...for the next 5 years. I said fine. I didn't need them. I drowned my sorrows in games and fictional shows but every time I went to bed, the same damn event keeps coming back through my mind! I-I don't know why! I kept ignoring them until I realized it was guilt...I killed my mom and my sister..." She buried her face in her hands, unable to stop her tears. "I-I killed them both! I was selfish back then! I wanted them to come rather than spending time with my sister. Maybe if I didn't go...maybe if I just cared for her that day...this-this would've never happened! I never asked for this!" She started to sob uncontrollably.​

 

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Ethan looked at her. The pain was engulfing her. The emotion that radiated from her story was powerful. His eyes were beginning to tear from it. His pain of not knowing his mother was nothing compared to hers. Her tears showed the sincerity of her story. The pain must have been overwhelming.

The suspicion of her being a stalker was confirmed from this too. But never did Ethan once see it as a bad thing. She just wanted to be acknowledged. All she wanted was a friend. Someone who would hear her out and help her through the pain. Ethan knew he could be that one person. He accepted everyone almost.

He looked at her. Her eyes trembling from the pain. Ethan moved in towards her and wrapped his arms around her small body. He pulled her in close to his chest. His lips close to her ear. "You don't have to be alone anymore. I am here for you. To help you through the pain, Sasha."

 

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Location: Her Room {} Mood: Thankful {} OOC: N/A​

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It was painful to go through this memory. It hurt even more to talk about it. She was also embarrassed that she was crying like this in front of Ethan, the first person to acknowledge her more than just a random person. Not to mention that she got way too carried away by making him hear her sob story. She was gonna say some sort of an apology until she felt his arms around her and against him. ​

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"You don't have to be alone anymore. I am here for you. To help you through the pain, Sasha."​

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Those words hit her hard, but not in a bad way. She clung onto him tightly and cried even harder not because she was sad, but because he was a person who was willing to stand with her and help her with her pain and sorrow. What was pain in her heart and mind was now becoming slowly turned into comfort and warmth. Besides her brother and her father, she now had someone else to turn to if such a thing ever happened again. No longer would she have to be afraid of herself. ​

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After some bit of crying she managed to calm down a little and rub her tear-stained eyes. "S-sorry you had to do that. I didn't mean to be all like that." She sniffed and gave him a small smile. "But I am thankful for what you've done. Words cannot express what you have done for me. You mean...so much to me."​

 

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Alex had soon arrived at the auditorium. His headphones were now around his neck, though the music was still playing. It was at a volume so that it wouldn't disturb anyone and in case someone wanted to say something to him, he could still hear them. Which was handy when he heard the piano being played.​

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While the music was going on he took himself a seat in one of the chairs and listened. That was when he noticed the girl on the stage. Again figuring that she was the lead, he would probably be doing some sort of acting with her as a supporting character.​

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Soon enough Alex gave out a subtle sigh. It wasn't that he was bored, not that he'd done anything to be bored in the first place. It was more along the lines that he was still a bit tired. Still it was too late to do anything about it now.​

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Reed arrived home at around 4:32AM, unintentionally waking Oliver with his boisterous laughter and the company of a graciously endowed beauty with raven-hair. The blonde-haired young adult found himself out on the balcony of the apartment, in the cold, with his laptop. Reed and the stranger's ~ activities ~ could still be heard beyond the thin walls of the second bedroom and Oliver wasn't into that.

He was restless, and entered the house twice before finally settling into the ugly brown, woven balcony chair his cousin had sent them. Once for a thick quilt to bundle himself in and the second time for a cup of black coffee.

His laptop lit up with life as soon as he lifted the top and he metaphorically ventured off to spend a few minutes clicking through YouTube videos. The minutes turned into hours, and YouTube turned into a plethora of other sites. Then at exactly seven, his messenger was logged into. Mary would be awake.

His prediction was confirmed. The green orb next to her username beckoned him, though he was still a bit angry with her for the other day. After a bit of brooding, he finally messaged her.

[td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] That kind of makes f[font=arial]ucking[/font] sense? You're supposed to be here in less than a week. You still won't even let me call you over the phone and you refuse to talk to me about it. I'm [i]kind of[/i] freaking out, Mary. What's up?[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] i'm not coming.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] ??[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] i'm not coming to visit you. my roommates want to go to Disney World for winter break.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] But you talked to them and they helped you plan for your visit ... ? Why are they changing their minds and forcing you to come? That doesn't make any sense.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] they're not. i just dn't want to visit candlewood. i would rather go to DW. besides, while i'm in flordia, i can meet with mr. ledo about my internship [/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] If you're lying to me quit it. Just be honest ... if they're forcing you just say no.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] Oh ...[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] sorry ... i'll pay you back for the ticket.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] Oh.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] don't be mad [plain]:([/plain][/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] I don't know what to say.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] uug this is why i didn't want to talk to you about it. you're so selfish. :/ can't you be happy for me?? we can plan a trip for the summer if you want[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] Selfish, huh? ... This is the second trip you've backed out of. I don't think you want to see me.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] that's not true!!![/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] if you're gonna be a butt about it then i should have just lied[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] going to work early. bye.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ has logged out.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size]

ＯＬＩＶＥＲ: Hey. You here?

ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ: oh, good morning oliver! :D

ＯＬＩＶＥＲ: What happened yesterday?

ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ: well. do you want the truth or a lie?

ＯＬＩＶＥＲ: ... The truth?

ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ: i don't know really waht to say.

ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ: what*

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[font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] i didn't want to talk about the trip ... that's all you really seem like you want to talk about lately ...[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size]

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A quick text to Pierce alerted her that he would not be attending rehearsal again until Monday. He spent the rest of his morning and early afternoon alternating between trying to go back to sleep and fighting off to urge to pick a fight with Reed -- just for the hell of it.

In the end, he drowned himself in boring television until Grace called him and asked if he was 'still' coming to Clarissa's. Honestly, Oliver wanted to be alone -- maybe forever. He didn't want to see Grace, let alone pretend to be in a good mood about things ... Not that Grace ever asked that of him ... Grace really had been there for him. At least, more often that that stupid Mary bitch had. He bit down on his bottom lip until it hurt. He hadn't meant to think that about her.

Deciding that it was best to get out instead of suffocating in his sorrows, he hopped into his car with a quick change of clothes and started off towards Clarissa's. It wasn't too far from Fortissimo University, when he thought about it. A quaint little diner on the corner of a busy street. Not much of a looker from the outside, but the inside was lavish and welcoming, and the food was delicious. He had heard that another diner called Lacey's had once been there, back in his grandparent's day, but after some kind of freak accident was shut down.

Maybe Grace's ghost story had some kind of truth in it ...

Sigh ...

 

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He continued to hold her tight as she wept on his shoulder. Her sadness slowly turned into happiness. Ethan was glad he could make her feel better in some way. Being there for her would be a good step for her to try and forgive herself.

The next few words hit him right in the heart. You mean...so much to me." She said to him. Was she falling in love with him? He hadn't expected things like love to come so quick after only spending a few hours together. He felt happy however. Crazy, but happy.

"I am glad you feel so much better. This next part though," he began to blush, "may make things a tad more different." He closed his eyes and attempted to kiss her. If she went into it with him, they may be looking at a relationship. He wouldn't mind things moving so fast. Why not take that extra chance.

 

Tucker gave Maria a quick wave as they entered the auditorium. He followed after her, smiling brightly. Starting the day with the blonde star really put a right start to his morning. It was so great having the time to talk to her and have her great company while they made their way back to the university.

However, he knew such bliss only lasted so quickly especially with his realization that they were quite late. Erik had sent him a text earlier as they were making their way back, which alarmed him and caused him to worry but he tried his best to hide it from Maria since he didn't really want to suddenly leave her and dash ahead or have her rush with him or anything rude like that. Besides, they were close by when he texted (or at least he thought) so he figured he'd just explain in person.

The theatre was filled with some students who were performing already, causing him to frown a bit as the mics seemed to not be in sync at all. Mics! Oh! The mics had arrived today! Aw boy, what a day to be late. No one else knew how to work the mics since they had never come before. Well yes turning them on and off but having them with the background music and everything and in the large theatre - lots of adjustments in the sound booth had to be made. Before he could dash out to the sound booth, he noticed Erik already walking out of it. Quite hesitant on how to explain his lateness, he began to run towards his friend. He really admired the likes of Erik and had grown quite close to the man over the years. He was always a cool guy and knew how to handle situations (apparently not the sound booth though) and Tucker always admired him for it.

He cleared his throat as he walked up to Erik, feeling nervous. "H-hey Erik, sorry I'm late! Like super mega sorry! I-I was just... um..." he couldn't find himself to say what he was up to, knowing that if he said he just had coffee with Maria - the gorgeous blonde lead actress - he knew what others would think of it immediately and he really didn't want that. He found himself slightly flushed at the thought so he quickly shook his head and said, "Nevermind! I'm here now! Looks like we've got the mics, if you guys are going to perform again I'll get them adjusted properly. Man, I'm so so sorry. This won't happen again."


Elisa ran quickly towards the auditorium, with a happy thought since she decided to wear oxfords today and platforms yesterday. The soft buzz from her phone which was a text from Richie which meant he was up. Reading it, she realized he was already in the auditorium while she found herself walking around the school the entire time. She literally just walked and walked but didn't do much other than that and with not much in mind. She was probably just in such a good mood with the lovely weather.

However now, she found herself running like mad. She didn't bother texting but she just ran. She found herself in the auditorium not long after, legs aching (she obviously was not fit at all) but nonetheless there. She panted a bit, but tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and smoothed out her clothes as she walked in.

She forced a smile through her panting, as she walked up to the group of people near the stage - spotting her best friend in that crowd immediately. She walked up to everyone, "Hello, good afternoon." she greeted as she now stood beside her best friend. She wondered what she might have missed but smiled brightly at Richie before leaning closer to him and whispering "Sorry I got lost wandering around the school again."

 

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Location: Her Room {} Mood: Unsure {} OOC: N/A​

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Either Sasha said it wrong or he misheard her. From her point of view, it looked as if she just confessed her love for him. That was NOT what she meant...well maybe a little. But whatever the reason, she thought this was going too fast. She wasn't ready for a relationship, despite having a craving for it. In that case, she had to say it in a way that she still wants this mutual bond, but not so much that it has to be romantic.​

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"Umm...Ethan? I-I'm happy that you want to move on within our bonds to something more closer, but to be honest..." She laid her hand on his arm. "I'm not really to enter that level yet. I mean...heck we just met today. I'm not saying I don't have the same feelings for you too, but I think we're kinda getting too far with ourselves. I'm not ready because I'm still coping with myself. If you really want this to go on, then I want you to know that until I make amends to myself and to become a better individual, that I ask you to trust in me and wait for me until I have done so."​

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She smiled. "Please don't misunderstand me. You have to understand that healing a person like me doesn't take a few hours. It takes time. Do not get me wrong. You still mean so much to me and I hope you'll stay with me until we make the ends meet."​

 

He was bored, and his shirt was dry while he waited on people to arrive. It wasn't soon enough. He had to stop waking so early and reading so late. He blinked and found himself closer and closer to sleep town. He began to doze off soon after he was greeted by Noëlle. Music accompanied him to slumber as he slept in one of the audience seats, his shoes propped up on the seat of the row ahead of him. He thought he heard Richie but was far too tired to bother with opening an eye and seeing.

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. He gasped himself awake. Holy Jesus that voice was loud, and only one Professor seemed to be constantly that loud. He was in no mood to shake himself awake so he let Noëlle occupy the man's time. But he did survey the room and found that it was Richie's voice he heard earlier. And there seemed to be much more people gathered now. It made him happy to see more people around him.

He put his feet down and stretched languidly, it seemed like his Blogging Goddess had not arrived yet, a quick check with his phone told him that he'd only been sleeping for a few minutes, he lowered his phone when Richie was encouraged to sing for them. He loved to sing, and had a little prejudice for those who liked to sing professionally but could not. So he hoped his little cutie pie wouldn't let him down. And after a few lines from a song he'd never heard before, he had nothing to worry about. He did however, stand up and applaud the inpromtu performance and wondered if it could be turned into a fun little thing amongst the members gathered here. Nah, he didn't go through with it. Instead he clapped for the Richmeister.

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Auditorium|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Before leaving, Natalie got dreased. sarah didn't seem to care, so she was going in the same clothes as last night.

they went down to eat breakfast, when there was a knock on the door. Natalie got up and answered it. It was Xara. "Oh, hi." She said.

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Xara, Natalie, and Sarah entered the theater quietly. Sarah was happily skipping along, and Natalie quietly walked behind her, either lost in thought or depressed. She didnt talk to Xara much on the way there, she wasn't a people-person anymore.

Upon arriving, Natalie recognized Alex. Well, he looked different. Almost... More grown up. Relieved that someone friendly was here (he had talked to Lexi a few times before, but Natalie had never talked to him), she figured she may as well say hello. Calmly, Natalie walked over.

"Hello." She said simply, "You're... Alex right? The one that Lexi talked to? It's me, Natalie."

Sarah Coleman

Outfit|Location: Auditorium|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

While Natalie talked to a guy (whom Sarah didn't know), Sarah got her script out and studied her lines. She was having trouble memorizing everything, which was weird. She was usually the first memorized. Of course, back then she didn't have to look out for someone as depressed as Natalie. Natalie seemed like she knew that killing herself off wasnt the way, but Sarah had heard that a lot of people were that way before it happened. Better safe than sorry, right?

Closing herself off, she played the music on her iPhone and sang along in her head. Today was going to be a loooong day.