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Post by LIAM HENDERSON on Nov 16, 2011 0:19:13 GMT -5
 Maybe wanting to be a music teacher hadn't been the best plan in the world. After all, he didn't like playing infront of anyone except Gramma Jen, he didn't even play infront of Jamie. And to not play infront of his life-long best friend was definitely saying something. But there he was, in the music room of Baum Academy, wondering what the hell he was doing here.
High school was a fucking terrifying place.It was scary back when he had been in it, and to walk back through the doors of Baum Academy years after he graduated was even more scary. The scariest part though, were the girls looking for a badboy. Unfortunately, sweet little Liam got the 'bad boy' sticker right to the forehead, simply for the fact that his forearms which were visible due to his hoodie being pushed up--were covered in tattooes. For the fact that his nos and lip had a simple, thin silver ring hooked through it. Just because his hair was hidden by a black beanie, and black tufts curled out from underneath. Just because he had been running too late to shave, so he had the faintest shadow coming in along his jaw. Just because he looked like the offspring of a hipster and a skater--he got the bad boy sticker.
Fucking hormones. And the fact that he was also shorter than half the school's population, didn't help his fact when he said he was a teacher's assistant. So instead, he ran with his messenger bag straight to the music room, burst in the doors, and took refuge in the room. Highschool was terrifying.
He pulled the bag off his shoulder, and dropped it by the open, barred lockers which housed all the different instruments. The band room was his home away from home. He was completely comfortable here. He had never been in band when he was at Baum, but he had been allowed to skip a few classes to come in, and even pretended he had soccer practice--just so he could stay and help. His ears were always open while he polished the instruments, or refilled the slide oils, or even organized the sheet music. The room smelled like sweat, spit, metal, and wood. And somehow--it felt right.
"Heeyy, I'm in!" Liam called out. It was particularly quiet at first. Maybe the teacher was out? Liam dipped his head into the director's office. Empty. Well...whatever. Same deal. Organize the music for tomorrow, and put them in the student's folders. Not a problem. Liam took a seat, and tilted back several of the music stands to rest the folders and papers on while he began sorting. Only to hear a faint song coming from one of the back rooms that made him lift his head up, and peer around curiously. Maybe he wasn't entirely alone. [/blockquote] [/size][/left] |
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Post by METRODORA CROSS on Dec 10, 2011 22:45:16 GMT -5
Okay, so her band didn't exactly have a drummer. So maybe she should have persued the drums a but more. But seriously, Metro had noooo idea how Sheila E or Keith Moon or Ringo Starr did it. She had guesed that maybe she was just not coordinated enough for the drums, because one time she had gone just a little crazy (which, for Metrodora, was a lot crazy) and nearly took someone's eye out with a flying drumstick. So yeah, no drums. Guitars were too mainstream, and besides, they already had a guitarist and she semi-knew how to play as it was. So she decided to take up the keyboard, and it was going pretty well for her. But still, she actually did love the guitar, so she went back to it sometimes.
Like today, she was in the band room, looking for her guitar. It was in some random cubby in the closet in the back of the classroom, so finding it was hard enough as it was. Then, come to find out, the bulb that was the only source of light was out. Greeeeat. Well, she had her iPod with her as usual, so she ued the light from that to search each and every cubby until she finally found the right one near the end of the row.
Then, she saw another lightswitch. When she flipped it on, she found out there was another light. Cue facepalm. But whatever, she didn't have as much time now to work on her less-than-mad guitar skills.
So she sat down and started to play. Once she got the playing down enough, she started to sing, because that's what she did. Sang. Why she had even wanted to play an instrument, she didn't know, and no one else really did either. She ad a few problems with playing and singing at the same time; she could pretty much only do one at a time.
"Hey sister, it's really really nice to meetcha
I just met this 5'7" guy who's just my type
Like the way he speakin', his confidence is peakin'-"
"Heeyy, I'm in!"
"-Don't like his baggy jeans but I'mma like what's underneath 'em.
And no, I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York stays awake
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bedroom
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy
Well, now that she was finished with the first verse...
WHOA MAN THERE WAS SOMEONE ELSE IN HERE WHO WAS IT?
Metro sprang up, almost dropping the guitar (had it not been for the strap, she would have), and nearly skipped to the door of the storage closet to see who it was (had it not been for the guitar, she would have). Ohh, it was that short teacher's assitant guy who looked kiiiinda like that one guy from that band she liked.
"Well, hello there!" she said, still standing in the doorway because she wasn't sure about the tiers of the main band room and the guitar she still had. "I'm Metro. Uhhhh," Okay, she honestly didn't remember his name. Nope, blank. Oh god, this was embarrassing. Should she ask him his name? No, that would be accepting defeat. She'd think of it eventually if he didn't tell her. Yeah.
notes; Yeah, she is really embarrassed. Poor thing. OUTFIT.THE SONG pretend there's not a rather sexy indiviual playing the guitar, okay? |
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Post by LIAM HENDERSON on Dec 11, 2011 22:08:16 GMT -5
Liam's eyebrows shot up when he heard a girl's voice, and he lowered the stack of sheetmusic into his lap. He was a little startled by her chipper greeting--and after the way some of the other female students when he walked to the front desk of the school reacted, it was completely understandable. "Well, hello Metrouhhh." He grinned at her, and set the music papers onto another chair, and started flipping through another stack. "Nice to meet you. I'm Liam Henderson. But don't call me Mr. Henderson, makes me feel old."[/color] Liam's nose wrinkled as he thumbed through the papers. Some of the music he could read and understand, others--like the percussion parts and the flute parts just looked about twenty different kinds of Hell-No.
Wait.
Did she just come out of the storage closet? His brow lifted, and he glanced back at her, then at some of the other doors, then back to her. "Why didn't you grab one of the acoustic rooms?" As creepy as it was, Liam was almost salivating at the idea of talking to another musician. As far as he knew, Jamie didn't have musical talent, and neither did Grandma Jen. He didn't really associate with other musicians, because he was still trying to get over his own stage fright. When he talked to other people in a band, they were determined to try and get him on stage. No. Thanks. "You've got a good voice, but the acoustics are gonna be better in one of the sound rooms."
Liam tucked one hand under his knee and crossed it over his other leg while he leaned over a bit, looking at her. Her voice was good, and the guitar was...okay. In his own opinion, she was distracting herself with the guitar and not unleashing the full potential of her vocal chords. He wanted to be a teacher, right? That means he has to help the students, and that actually means playing. Liam cleared his throat, and used the one hand he had draped over the top of his crossed knee to adjust the beanie on his head. "It sounds like you've got what you're doing, but you're too preoccupied with the guitar to really put the right effort into it." He said, and pulled his hand out from under his knee and straightened out his back.
His palms were sweating at the thought of playing infront of anyone--even just a teenage girl. But he had to start somewhere, right? "Go ahead and bring the guitar over here. I can play, and you can sing and focus on your vocals. If you're determined to do both, master one at a time--then put them together." Liam started to move the stacks uof paper into more organized pile so Metro wouldn't have to go tripping over all sorts of different things to come nearby. Plus. if she knocked one of those stacks over, Liam may just very well cry.[/blockquote] [/size][/left] |
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