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Post by ALEC BLAISE SOULLIERE on Jun 24, 2012 16:54:12 GMT -5
Although Alec had been spending a majority of his days inside, cooped up with his instruments and summer work, he’d been hanging out with people lately. Ocean City wasn’t that small a city, but it wasn’t big either. He knew a lot of people, and a lot of them actually made efforts to hang out with him, now. The result was that he didn’t spend so much time on the piano, or the violin, or doing anything that would help him better his talents. Alec’s father would have disapproved of his recently active social life. Alec could just imagine what his father would say, and how he would go about punishing him for slacking off. Not that Alec’s father was abusive, or anything like that, but he valued discipline, and made sure that Alec did, too. So while the last few of Alec’s days had been spent socializing, he needed to get back to his studies.
The schoolwork that had been assigned to Alec for the summer was dwindling, as it never took him very long to complete projects. He had a couple of books to read but that was mostly it. Alec sighed, sitting in his room, wondering what to do. He wanted to do something productive, but he also wanted to get out of the house. Dimly, he mused about finding some sort of ballroom dance class to attend. It had been the one thing he wasn’t good at, and his training had stopped at an early age. He’d pondered many times finding a school and getting back into so he could turn one of his left feet into a right one. But every time he thought about it, he remembered the embarrassment and the look of disappointment in his father’s eyes, and that was enough to send Alec into the opposite direction. Now that he’d thought of it, he felt the same, and decided that perhaps more time on the piano would help.
Alec moved to the music room in his grandfather’s estate which held a grand piano, shelves of scores, and a few other musical items. Alec scanned the shelves looking for something to practice, but was unable to come up with anything. He sighed again, feeling a dash of cabin fever. There wasn’t a piece here he hadn’t practiced until his fingers ached and eventually mastered. But Alec knew where some pieces would be. Alec went back to his room and dug around in a drawer until he found the spare key one of the music assistants had given him his freshman year. (It was a young woman who was very easily swayed by a pretty face.) Alec rarely snuck in to the music room in the school, so that he wouldn’t get caught. But he was feeling risky today. Alec glanced at himself in the mirror, making sure he looked as posh as he ever did, wearing a dark purple button-up and black slacks, and then left for the school.
When he arrived, he snuck in quickly and easily, making sure no one spotted him accept the cameras that weren’t being monitored. The music room was dusty without use, but Alec resisted the urge to sneeze. He scanned one of the many shelves for something new, and easily found a piece by a modern classical composer. Alec took it to the piano the school had, which was not quite as nice as the one at home, but Alec didn’t want to steal the piece. He sat at the piano and tested it, making sure it was tuned. After a moment, he started to practice the piece. The first few times through were spattered with a few missed notes or rhythms here and there, but after a few tries, the music sounded just like it was written to sound.
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Post by charlotte hope knight on Jun 24, 2012 23:30:20 GMT -5
 I HEARD YOU WERE A WILD ONE
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She sighed, stepping across the room to turn off the music that was blasting through the stereo and deciding that it was time that she head home for lunch. That maybe even though escaping her family for a little bit seemed to take a load off her shoulders for a few hours, Charlotte came to a conclusion that she couldn’t hide out and dance forever – especially when doing so was “breaking and entering” and considered illegal. She laughed, pushing her bangs behind her ears as she bent down to grab her duffel bag filled with some snacks, a towel and a water bottle. She took the cloth in her hands, lightly dabbing it along her sweaty forehead. Grabbing a water bottle, she chugged some down, the refreshing water cooling her down from the consuming dance routine she practiced. Slipping the duffel bag on her shoulders, she stopped for a moment to peer at her own reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were lightly flushed pink, her hair up in a high, slightly-messy ponytail, dressed in simple sweats and a tank top. Her appearance was nothing short of natural, however, she had felt a little self-conscious that she wasn’t wearing anything remotely cute or fancy, though she shook her head. All the superficial and materialistic ideas that came along with being a prep had already taken a toll on her. “Hopefully, no one will see me like this,” she muttered to herself, touching the mirror gently with her fingers.
Charlotte stepped out of the room, heading down the sun-lit hallways of Manchester Prep, the glare of light along the glossy floor seeming to lead her to her fate – ha, she had thought this with a childish hope that she could find her own fairytale one day. She stepped quietly along the hallway, anxious to find the unlocked window she had crawled through, careful to avoid the cameras in each corner of the hallways. Paranoia crept over her as she began to hear sounds behind her, footsteps that seemed to get closer. Quietly, she snuck into the first room she saw, opening and shutting the door with stealth that even surprised herself. She peered out the door to notice that there was no one outside, that it was probably just her nervousness talking. She wiped her sweaty palms on her sweats, her heartbeat slowing down. But as she turned around, she realized she was not alone in the room. Charlotte’s eyes widened, ducking under one of the couches that were decoratively placed as a lounge area in the large, fancy music room. In the middle of the room was an elegant, black grand piano, and a boy who seemed to be passionately playing, the beautiful sounds ringing to her ears.
Curiously, she peered over the edge of the couch, slightly-hidden, as she recognized the boy – Alec! He was a prep like her, though older, a senior that definitely would never give her the time of day. She felt butterflies in her stomach, her fingers reaching to her abdomen as she couldn’t help the smile that spread across the face. She’d never admit it to her friends, but she found Alec very attractive, and though he probably didn’t even know her name, she thought he was interesting, despite all the things she’d heard about him at school. Charlotte listened and watched him play, the way his fingers danced along the keys mesmerizing her. She had stepped slightly closer to get a good view, when all of a sudden, she had tripped over a box filled with various percussion instruments and had fallen, the loud noise of the instruments toppling over making her wince.
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Post by ALEC BLAISE SOULLIERE on Jun 26, 2012 21:08:51 GMT -5
If you asked Alec what fueled him to work so hard at achieving perfection when it came to all the talents he had, he wouldn’t say it was passion. Although he went about it passionately, Alec never considered these things his favorite things to do; they were just ingrained so deeply in him that he believed them to be important. Could Alec have led a life without the archery training? Sure, and no one would care either way. However, Alec’s father had worked hard at prepping his son to be perfect, and spent a lot of good money on private tutors and equipment. The least Alec could do in his father’s memory was work to keep those skills top notch, and they were. That’s why Alec spent so much of his free time at his home, practicing playing, shooting, keeping up his physical fitness and academics. Until recently, he’d never wondered what he had been missing in the way of a social life, and that’s because he’d never wanted to surround himself with people his own age. They were so different from him, and he didn’t understand how easily he’d fallen into the prep clique. That’s exactly how it felt, like he had just been plopped into the prep clique, and was only accepted because he was attractive and rich. However, now that he’d met a few of the good ones, he seriously doubted his resolve to stay a talented hermit.
The more that Alec pondered over his choices in friends and activities and such, the deeper he got lost in his thoughts. It wasn’t hard for him to lose himself in the music, because he did actually like playing. The music was beautiful, and Alec’s piano skill was high enough that he barely had reason to stop. It wasn’t like he could mark missed notes and rhythms on the school’s copy, anyway. And he did take practice makes perfect to heart, playing each line over and over until his fingers could perform it perfectly before moving on to the next line. The first time he played the whole piece, he took it so incredibly under tempo that it was almost painful to play, and then he had to play it like that until he could do it perfectly. He chuckled, on his 10th try of doing that—he had to do it ten times to move on, as his private tutors had always recommended—remembering what his first and favorite tutor had said. ” Mieux lente et à droite, que rapide et le mal.” Better slow and right, than fast and wrong. Finally able to play it 10 times perfectly at a slow tempo, Alec chanced playing it at the written tempo. Alec was so inside his mind and the music that he didn’t even notice the young girl ducking into the music room. He didn’t notice her hiding behind the couch from him. In fact, he only had his eyes open for a fraction of the time, having most of the piece memorized already.
It wasn’t until he heard the loud box of percussion equipment clatter to the ground that he stop and notice her. It shocked him so bad that his fingers slid on the keys, abruptly ending the phrase with a few accidental accidentals. Alec turned in the bench to see her, looking flushed and shocked herself, and he couldn’t help but notice that she looked like she’d been working out or running or something of the like. She looked familiar, although he couldn’t remember if he’d seen her before. She didn’t look like someone he’d know, as she was a good two or three years younger than him, and she looked more like she ran with the jocks than Alec’s clique. He watched her for a second, struggling to place her face, when he suddenly realized he was probably staring. He looked down at the spilled equipment and then stood up with an easy smile. She obviously hadn’t meant to do that, so Alec said, with a lilting tone, ”Did you make in in okay?” he didn’t want to scare the poor girl so he resorted to making a small joke, although sometimes his jokes didn’t make any sense to the native English speakers of the school. Alec bent at the girl’s feet and began to pick up some of the pieces and put them back in their rightful place. Alec wasn’t mad by any means, but he was curious as to why she was here and why she looked so familiar. He looked up and said, ”What brings you to the music room this fine day?” Alec’s accent always danced so prettily around his words.
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Post by charlotte hope knight on Jun 27, 2012 1:39:43 GMT -5
I HEARD YOU WERE A WILD ONE
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“Did you make it in okay?” Alec had spoken to her, his voice sounding almost like a song that she was already mesmerized by. He had an accent, an adorable one, she had thought, as she decided to meet his eyes again, his dark eyes seeming kind. He was being polite, gentleman-like, as he helped her clean up some of the percussion instruments that she hadn’t quite picked up from the floor yet. She felt her stomach do cartwheels, as he had asked her why she was in the music room, his voice beautiful that it had enchanted her as she stared at him, wordlessly. It was almost intimidating how good-looking he was, causing Charlotte to become more aware of herself and her appearance. She was wearing sweats! Here she was, in front of the boy she had had a crush on for a while, and she probably looked like the most unattractive person in the world. Charlotte internally slapped herself for having some bad luck.
She soon realized that she had not quite replied to the question yet, and he seemed to be waiting for her answer, expectantly. “I-I didn’t think anyone was at school,” she stuttered, her voice seeming a pitch higher than normal. Widening her eyes, Charlotte cleared her throat, standing up a little straighter and improving her posture a little. Already, she was making a fool of herself! She took a deep breath in through her nose before speaking again, letting a smile crawl onto her face. “I snuck in,” Charlotte admitted, a small laugh escaping her. “The dance studio I usually practice at was booked today, so I went to the one here. I’m such a rebel, aren’t I?” she joked. She pushed a strand of hair that had fallen in her eyes behind her ear, her embarrassment starting to fade away with the passing minutes.
“Sorry about interrupting your playing,” Charlotte apologized, genuinely, her voice soft. She slipped by him smoothly and took a seat in front of the piano, running her fingers along the cool black and white keys of the elegant piano. In a wonder, she tested a key, letting her finger press down on it, surprising herself with the sound. “I’ve always wanted to learn how to play piano. You play so beautifully.”
She turned around quickly, suddenly coming to terms with something as she faced Alec again. He probably didn’t even know her name, she realized. She nearly laughed at her mistake, he probably figured she was crazy for storming into his practice and talking to him like an old friend – sometimes she couldn’t help it, she loved treating people like she’d known them for a long time. “Oh gosh, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I?” Charlotte laughed, letting her fingers rest on her lap. “I’m Charlotte,” she says, giving out her hand for him to shake. She had a feeling that she had probably already made a bad impression of herself, and she’ll be damned if she leaves with him still thinking she’s a freak. She hoped that she could redeem herself.
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