Hazel Bristow
- In the Duggins -
I'm Just Learning What I Can.%\1\%
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Post by Hazel Bristow on Jul 30, 2010 0:15:46 GMT -5
Continued from: Heading+to+the+Opera+House.Hazel held hard on Laszlo's hand and pulled him in to the opera house "Ms. Isa's back here!"
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Post by László on Jul 30, 2010 5:28:51 GMT -5
He followed after, allowing himself to be pulled along. It was probably for the best, as if he'd been allowed to lead their progress would have been slow due to nervousness. As it was, he was probably still slowing her up a bit.
"Okay, okay..." He mumbled.
Part of him was amused that, at this moment, he actually wanted to be away from an opera house rather than in one all thanks to butterflies in the stomach.
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Post by Isa on Jul 30, 2010 22:25:45 GMT -5
Isa heard Hazel's voice ring through the halls, and was waiting outside the door in a a blue dress she'd had made. It wasn't that she didn't like the fashion in the 1800's, she just preferred her clothes more. When they came in to view she gave her biggest smile "Hello there" she hugged Hazel, because she had no choice as the girl flew in to her arms "it's a pleasure to see you Laszlo."
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Post by László on Jul 30, 2010 23:47:39 GMT -5
He somehow managed to suppress a giggle at her attire--he'd always found something a bit goofy about the fashion from that era. Not that he could be called an expert on that sort of thing, seeing as how his idea of clothes was "nondescript black/gray".
"Hello, Isa."
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Hazel Bristow
- In the Duggins -
I'm Just Learning What I Can.%\1\%
Posts: 61
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Post by Hazel Bristow on Jul 30, 2010 23:56:20 GMT -5
Hazel hopped in the room, it was a ballet practice room that had been refitted for singing practice a few years before Hazel was even born.
She set her things on a table and proceeded to do her scales.
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Post by Isa on Jul 31, 2010 0:01:04 GMT -5
She raised her eyebrows "Come on in, I'm glad that you decided to come" heading inside, she removed her overcoat, to reveal a form fitting dress with a low cut, it was risque, but these days Isa didn't much care.
"Less from the throat Hazel" she reminded and turned to Laszlo with her hands on her hips "How about we go in to the back room and let Hazel finish up so we don't have two voices running on top of each other."
She waved her hand and opened the other room for Laszlo, it was darker and a bit more cramped but the ceiling were higher allowing for maximum acoustics.
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Post by László on Jul 31, 2010 0:04:14 GMT -5
László trailed into the room, not really noticing the cramped nature of the room or even it's proportions--he was a hum of nervous energy, standing there twiddling his thumbs.
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Post by Isa on Jul 31, 2010 0:13:11 GMT -5
Isa sat down "Relax dear, I'm not here to judge, well I am, but not in that way. John say's your tip top, and I believe him."
She crossed her legs, looking a bit cuter than she had intended "Take a deep breath, any time you're ready."
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Post by László on Jul 31, 2010 0:22:56 GMT -5
"Well, but I wouldn't call John an objective source," he said a bit weakly.
"Er...I just...whatever? What's Hazel doing?"
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Post by Isa on Jul 31, 2010 0:48:18 GMT -5
"She's practicing her scales and her arpeggio's" she smiled "a scale is something like" she sang out "Ooh, Eee, Aa, Aah or doh, ray, me, far, so, la, te, doh."
She sat up straight "An arpeggio is singing up and down a scale" she proceeded to show him just how "make sure to take a breath before starting them, but do not suck in your stomach. Another practice is singing staccato, which are short notes."
Again she showed him how "But right now, I want to hear you sing something, anything you want. Just so I can gauge where we need to start and your range."
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Post by László on Aug 1, 2010 22:58:18 GMT -5
He stood there a bit stunned at the torrent of information, and very faintly replied with an "oh."
After something of a pause as he tried to think of something appropriate, but not sure what was left him blocked for a moment. Finally he just sang whatever sprang to mind.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between salt water and the sea strands Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
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Post by Isa on Aug 2, 2010 2:59:17 GMT -5
She listened carefully, she'd never heard the song, although it was a terribly modern tune. Something he wouldn't have picked up here, it was.. delightful.
As he finished she opened up her eyes "What right do you have to be nervous, with a voice like that well" she smirked "you should be singing in stadiums."
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Post by László on Aug 2, 2010 23:35:30 GMT -5
"Well, it's not like I've had a lot of people hear me, you know. It's hard to judge when it's just friends who are supposed to say you sound good." He said, sticking out his tongue.
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Post by Isa on Aug 2, 2010 23:52:33 GMT -5
Isa laughed "All right, all right well you win on that one" she smiled "for untrained, you really do have a well controlled voice. But I can help you, you are a definitive tenor if I ever heard one, although we'll see when we get you singing things more your style."
She stood up and touched his shoulders "When you sing, you should keep your diaphragm open, that's this part" she showed him on her body "if you didn't all ready know, eventually you'll be good enough to be able to sit on your head and still be clear and that's a promise. We'll also get you over that stage fright and quick. Trust me."
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Post by László on Aug 4, 2010 0:13:44 GMT -5
He nodded at what she said, though he shrugged at the stage fright part.
"It's not so much people seeing or staring at me--I'm used to that--it's, uh, someone hearing the singing."
((Psst, tenor, Leto's a tenor.))
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