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Post by Teddy on Nov 2, 2007 0:28:08 GMT -5
Teddy liked the auditorium. There was rarely anyone in it during the day, so it was perfect for a 17-year-old aspiring performer such as himself. The piano was always well tuned, and the acoustics of the theater were perfect for him when he wanted to practice on the stage (when he was about twelve, he had taken up singing, and a year later he had taken up acting).
At the moment, he was pounding out a song of his own composition on the piano and singing along with the lyrics he had started writing. The words to the tune weren't finished yet, and he often filled the unfinished spaces with nonsense words or made up words about how he hadn't gotten to that part yet, but overall it sounded very impressive.
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Post by Marijke on Nov 2, 2007 5:44:08 GMT -5
*Marijke, who had sought out a quiet place for her writing (but had very dumbly decided to sit in the empty auditorium even though she subconsciously knew that this was not a very smart idea) looked up from her shadowy spot in one of the boxes. (Not Box 5, because she valued her life) She couldn't quiet see who was playing and singing, but damn did it sound good. She leaned forward, so she would be visible from the stage and clapped.*
"That really sounds good."
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Post by Teddy on Nov 2, 2007 23:45:11 GMT -5
Teddy looked up at Marijke's box and grinned. "Thanks! It's not finished yet, but I'm pretty proud of it," he said modestly.
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Post by Marijke on Nov 4, 2007 7:44:07 GMT -5
"Wait, you made that yourself? That's really awesome."
*Marijke was half leaning out of the box and smiled admiringly.*
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Post by Teddy on Nov 4, 2007 18:16:17 GMT -5
He beamed up at her. "Thank you. I'm Teddy, by the way."
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Post by Marijke on Nov 9, 2007 8:48:27 GMT -5
"I'm Marijke."
*She replied happily.*
"Do you work here? I mean, you look familiar and I wonder if I have seen you before."
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Post by Teddy on Nov 9, 2007 17:55:03 GMT -5
"I really just hang around here, and I don't think I've seen you around before. What are you doing in here?" he asked.
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Post by Marijke on Nov 11, 2007 8:24:03 GMT -5
*Marijke held out a scruffy looking note book and a ballpoint pen she had sneaked in from the real world.*
"I was trying to write. Looking for some inspiration, something to write about."
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Post by Teddy on Nov 12, 2007 20:42:52 GMT -5
He smiled. "Did you find any?"
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Post by Marijke on Nov 13, 2007 13:19:33 GMT -5
"No, not really. It's really strange, ever since I got here I have been unable to write anything. I can't even write a limerick."
*Marijke said slightly disappointed in herself and the writers block she was facing.*
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Post by Teddy on Nov 18, 2007 4:17:08 GMT -5
"Well... what sort of thing are you trying to write?" he asked.
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Post by Marijke on Nov 20, 2007 9:19:38 GMT -5
"Something great and really good, something that will have people remember my name, you know."
*Marijke sighed.*
"And that I think is the reason why I can't write. I really fear that I'll write something sucky and people will hate it."
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Post by Teddy on Nov 20, 2007 21:18:15 GMT -5
"Well, maybe you shouldn't put so much pressure on yourself. Write because you enjoy it. That's how I write my songs," he said with a smile.
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Post by Marijke on Nov 25, 2007 5:53:43 GMT -5
"That does sounds better."
*Marijke said with a small smile playing around her lips.*
"And you do write good songs, judging from the one you played earlier."
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Post by Alex on Apr 21, 2008 11:55:04 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*She'd been cut out of the last opera. And in the meantime, had spent most of her days (and nights) drinking, sleeping off the drink, or feeling sorry for herself.
Still. One had to keep in practice. Which meant being sober. Which she was.
Alex missed performing. Being on stage. So even if there was no one in the audience, it helped to get out there again.*
((*Sings totally obvious song*))
I am what I am, I am my own special creation So come take a look, give me the hook or the ovation It's my world that I want to have a little pride in My world and it's not a place I have to hide in Life's not worth a damn 'til you can say, hey world I am what I am
I am what I am, I don't want praise I don't want pity I bang my own drum, some think it's noise I think it's pretty And so what if I love each feather and each spangle Why not try to see things from a different angle Your life is a sham 'til you can shout out loud I am what I am
I am what I am and what I am needs no excuses I deal my own deck sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces There's one life and there's no return and no deposit One life so it's time to open up your closet Life's not worth a damn 'til you can say, hey world I am what I am!
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