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it won't be long until we'll all be there with snow [jay, simon, el, open]
With her music book in her hands, Isabelle walked gracefully through the hallways, swinging her legs and doing floating turns all her way to the Gershwin wing from her dorm. Today there was a small rehearsal for the four leads to get the harmony right on 'Snow'. The choir director had an orchestral track without the lyrics for them to sing along with, and, if they did well, they would probably even start on the staging today.
Pulling her heavy winter sweater around her thin body- it was tough being a skinny little dancer when it was dropping into the twenties!- Isabelle held her music book open, singing Judy's part to herself lightly. "I wanna' wash my hands, my face and hair in snow," she sang sweetly, twirling once down the hallway on the point of her toe before tucking into the Gershwin wing for rehearsal for the second time that week.
Band practice had gone well a few days prior, and Ethan and she had agreed to hold a concert at the Chamberlain Events Hall in the near future. That would, of course, mean instruments, and while Isabelle could force Isaac to play piano for them and maybe even squeeze a drumming gig out of Darnell, the rest was tough stuff. She'd posted a wanted ad, but so far only received one text message, and that from Nikki Johns. While she was a decent singer, she'd always kind of annoyed Isabelle, and truthfully Izz had been hoping for Jay and Abi to respons, though they had not as of yet. Maybe they weren't interested, or maybe she just shouldn't have advertised at all and just contacted them personally...
Shrugging, Isabelle moved from her musical songs to one of Neverland's own, singing high pitched and mournfully. "What do you do, with sentimentaaaal heearts?" She asked rhetorically, half-singing and half-humming as she turned into the Choir Room. Brilliant, the first one there, save the choir director, who was sitting by the piano looking grumpy. Izz flashed him a smile and a small wave, though didn't waste much energy as she threw down her tote bag and music book on an empty chair, taking a long drink out of her water bottle and singing a few 'do re mi's' before launching into warm up. Mommy made me mash my m&ms, oh my!
Pulling her heavy winter sweater around her thin body- it was tough being a skinny little dancer when it was dropping into the twenties!- Isabelle held her music book open, singing Judy's part to herself lightly. "I wanna' wash my hands, my face and hair in snow," she sang sweetly, twirling once down the hallway on the point of her toe before tucking into the Gershwin wing for rehearsal for the second time that week.
Band practice had gone well a few days prior, and Ethan and she had agreed to hold a concert at the Chamberlain Events Hall in the near future. That would, of course, mean instruments, and while Isabelle could force Isaac to play piano for them and maybe even squeeze a drumming gig out of Darnell, the rest was tough stuff. She'd posted a wanted ad, but so far only received one text message, and that from Nikki Johns. While she was a decent singer, she'd always kind of annoyed Isabelle, and truthfully Izz had been hoping for Jay and Abi to respons, though they had not as of yet. Maybe they weren't interested, or maybe she just shouldn't have advertised at all and just contacted them personally...
Shrugging, Isabelle moved from her musical songs to one of Neverland's own, singing high pitched and mournfully. "What do you do, with sentimentaaaal heearts?" She asked rhetorically, half-singing and half-humming as she turned into the Choir Room. Brilliant, the first one there, save the choir director, who was sitting by the piano looking grumpy. Izz flashed him a smile and a small wave, though didn't waste much energy as she threw down her tote bag and music book on an empty chair, taking a long drink out of her water bottle and singing a few 'do re mi's' before launching into warm up. Mommy made me mash my m&ms, oh my!
Re: it won't be long until we'll all be there with snow [jay, simon, el, open]
Simon leaped into the choir room with a brash series of awkward, box-like movements and strange faces, squeaking a series of "DOO DEE DOO DOOO"s from what he'd deemed his new favorite song for the time being, Choreography. He bounded through the entrance, throwing himself towards the floor and popping back up with his arms spread in the air and a frighteningly enthusiastic grin across his face. He then proceeded to hurtle towards Isabelle, spinning dangerously and madly until he stood a mere few inches from her. From that point, Simon donned an imaginary beret and purred obnoxiously, "The theatuhhh, the theatuhhh, what's HEHPPENED toooo the theatuhhhh? Ehspayshahly, wheyuh dahnzing, ihz cohncehhnd!" He patted Izz on the head with smug grin and waved animatedly at the choir director, who was looking at him with an incredible feeling of disdain. Still, Simon's immaculate mood was left unscathed. Truth be told, he was having the time of his life. Unable to stifle his huge smile, he slung himself to his best friend's side and hopped into a round of "flop flop, zigga zigga"s until his voice got so low that he sounded like a suffocating frog in the process of dying.
His vocal cords still holding the resonating feeling of hitting that low part of his range, Simon coughed a little, swinging back a gulp from Izz's waterbottle. His singing wasn't the best, really, but that was the wonder of musical theatre. You didn't have to be talented vocally to play a musical role well; the quality of the song relied just as heavily on your ability to act as it did on your ability to hit a single note. And lucky for Simon, he could act pretty well. And even when he did go a bit flat or sharp in his warm ups, Izz continued to swat her hand lightly at his thigh to bring his attention to it, and he did his best to fix it.
With five minutes until the actual lesson was to take place, the director told the two they could take a break until the other two showed up. Simon collapsed into one of those specially formatted singer chairs, his chest heaving in relief. and his attention pausing slightly on the realization that he'd forgotten to change his shirt between dance lessons and vocal lessons. He probably smelled like a sweaty pile of sweat, he thought gleefully. Ahh, the wonders of theatre. Running from one rehearsal to the next in a mess of perspiration, and being so enthralled with the entire thing that you don't even care that the girl of your particular interest may very well be incredibly turned off at the moment. Simon sighed and closed his eyes for a second.
His vocal cords still holding the resonating feeling of hitting that low part of his range, Simon coughed a little, swinging back a gulp from Izz's waterbottle. His singing wasn't the best, really, but that was the wonder of musical theatre. You didn't have to be talented vocally to play a musical role well; the quality of the song relied just as heavily on your ability to act as it did on your ability to hit a single note. And lucky for Simon, he could act pretty well. And even when he did go a bit flat or sharp in his warm ups, Izz continued to swat her hand lightly at his thigh to bring his attention to it, and he did his best to fix it.
With five minutes until the actual lesson was to take place, the director told the two they could take a break until the other two showed up. Simon collapsed into one of those specially formatted singer chairs, his chest heaving in relief. and his attention pausing slightly on the realization that he'd forgotten to change his shirt between dance lessons and vocal lessons. He probably smelled like a sweaty pile of sweat, he thought gleefully. Ahh, the wonders of theatre. Running from one rehearsal to the next in a mess of perspiration, and being so enthralled with the entire thing that you don't even care that the girl of your particular interest may very well be incredibly turned off at the moment. Simon sighed and closed his eyes for a second.
Re: it won't be long until we'll all be there with snow [jay, simon, el, open]
Erik strolled out of his office, half-listening to a particularly dramatic aria from Carmen as it played on the phonograph he insisted on having by his desk. When he'd walked into the choir room, he was too far away to hear the scratchy recording, but still his lips moved to mouth the lyrics that were playing in his head. In his hands, he was holding the sheet music to a paricularly interesting French piece that he thought he might try with some of the students later on. He had to retouch it up, though, since it had been something originally written for only boys. He thought that if he could just push some of the parts up onto the treble, and then changed a note here or there, it might be more suitable for class. If all else failed, he could suggest it as a quartet for some group of lads, though he really wanted to hear how it'd sound with the full choir. He sat at the piano, frowning slightly at the parchment, before he pulled the ballpoint pen from behind his ear and began to earnestly scribble. He realized a beat too late that the girl who had just entered had waved to him, and responded by giving her a curt nod just in time for her to turn away and not notice it. She'd been singing, but he hadn't noticed. He was too wrapped up in his thoughts. That seemed to be a common occurance, though he really didn't mind. His thoughts tended to be more interesting than the world surrounding him, anyways. Now she was warming up, which was a good sign. Any singer who thought warming up their voice was pointless was a fool.
Though... fools could warm-up too, he soon realized, when the Theodore boy leaped... jumped... robot'd his way into the room, his forehead gleaming with sweat, his lips spurting out sounds that Erik assumed were supposed to be musical, though he couldn't quite comprehend how. He looked at the irksome boy disdainfully, not bothering to even bow his head in greeting, just squinting with obvious irritation as the wannabe singer waved his arm like a monkey. I don't like you, Erik thought with a frown, returning his gaze slowly to the papers in his clenched hands. He was having a bit more trouble blocking out the sound now, as the boy flew himself into warming up much like a suicidal eagle throws himself into a murder (hah, murder, like what the boy was doing to music) of crows. He sounded like he was dying, or like he was going to lose his voice. Erik supposed he wasn't lucky enough for either of those things to happen when he saw the boy cough and then recover, and so he shrunk into his dark sweater even more, trying to concentrate on changing the notes before him.
Realizing that he should take as much advantage of the moment of silence as possible, Erik let out a loud ahem to get their (well, the boy's at least) attention. "Why don't you two just... take it easy until the others show up, eh?" suggested Erik, slapping his music on his knee in annoyance. "...Save your voice, or something like that," he added, scarcely mumbling the last part. He pulled his glasses from his pocket and slipped them onto his face, squinting into the lenses. He was nearsighted, so it didn't really matter whether they were on or off, but he really just felt the need to do something to make himself feel intelligent. Superior. It comforted him. He could only hope that the other two had voices a little more like the Cauldine girl, and a little less like Stephen, or whatever his name was.
Though... fools could warm-up too, he soon realized, when the Theodore boy leaped... jumped... robot'd his way into the room, his forehead gleaming with sweat, his lips spurting out sounds that Erik assumed were supposed to be musical, though he couldn't quite comprehend how. He looked at the irksome boy disdainfully, not bothering to even bow his head in greeting, just squinting with obvious irritation as the wannabe singer waved his arm like a monkey. I don't like you, Erik thought with a frown, returning his gaze slowly to the papers in his clenched hands. He was having a bit more trouble blocking out the sound now, as the boy flew himself into warming up much like a suicidal eagle throws himself into a murder (hah, murder, like what the boy was doing to music) of crows. He sounded like he was dying, or like he was going to lose his voice. Erik supposed he wasn't lucky enough for either of those things to happen when he saw the boy cough and then recover, and so he shrunk into his dark sweater even more, trying to concentrate on changing the notes before him.
Realizing that he should take as much advantage of the moment of silence as possible, Erik let out a loud ahem to get their (well, the boy's at least) attention. "Why don't you two just... take it easy until the others show up, eh?" suggested Erik, slapping his music on his knee in annoyance. "...Save your voice, or something like that," he added, scarcely mumbling the last part. He pulled his glasses from his pocket and slipped them onto his face, squinting into the lenses. He was nearsighted, so it didn't really matter whether they were on or off, but he really just felt the need to do something to make himself feel intelligent. Superior. It comforted him. He could only hope that the other two had voices a little more like the Cauldine girl, and a little less like Stephen, or whatever his name was.
Last edited by Erik P. Canio on Sat Jan 31, 2009 1:38 pm; edited 1 time in total
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Re: it won't be long until we'll all be there with snow [jay, simon, el, open]
Jay flung her hair up into an incredibly messy bun, power-walking through the Harriman corridors towards the choir room. She wasn't running late or anything, but she couldn't wait another single moment to get her butt down to her rehearsal with the rest of the leads of White Christmas. She had sat on her bed for the last half hour, continuoulsy talking herself out of being ridiculously early to the rehearsal. She had waited for as long as her eager mind had allowed, and once she had allowed her feet to touch the floor they had headed off quickly to the choir room, as if they were no longer under her control. She had snatched up the music for her part and grabbed the elastic band that was now in her hair, and was now well on her way to their scheduled meeting place.
She stopped momentarily at the door of the room; just long enough to adjust the elastic of her faded gray gym shorts and pull down her green tank top. She opened the door slowly, in case there was somebody standing on the other side, and entered the choir room. She glanced around the room quickly, noticing that Izz and Simon had actually gotten there before her. She should have left earlier! She straightened her sheet music nervously and headed over to her co-stars. She smiled at the man behind the piano, wishing (as she always did when she saw him) that there was a student her age that looked like him. I. Mean. Yum. "Hallo Mr. Canio." she said, careful as always to pronounce his name correctly. She forced her gaze away from the way too cute, way too old man and turned her smile to Izz and (to a slightly lesser degree) Simon. "You guys warmed up without me, huh? Mind going another round so I don't..." she cleared her throat and fixed her gaze to mimic that of a concerned teacher, "Strain my instrument." Her face broke into a smile again, and she took the chair on the other side of Izz.
She stopped momentarily at the door of the room; just long enough to adjust the elastic of her faded gray gym shorts and pull down her green tank top. She opened the door slowly, in case there was somebody standing on the other side, and entered the choir room. She glanced around the room quickly, noticing that Izz and Simon had actually gotten there before her. She should have left earlier! She straightened her sheet music nervously and headed over to her co-stars. She smiled at the man behind the piano, wishing (as she always did when she saw him) that there was a student her age that looked like him. I. Mean. Yum. "Hallo Mr. Canio." she said, careful as always to pronounce his name correctly. She forced her gaze away from the way too cute, way too old man and turned her smile to Izz and (to a slightly lesser degree) Simon. "You guys warmed up without me, huh? Mind going another round so I don't..." she cleared her throat and fixed her gaze to mimic that of a concerned teacher, "Strain my instrument." Her face broke into a smile again, and she took the chair on the other side of Izz.
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Re: it won't be long until we'll all be there with snow [jay, simon, el, open]
El yawned loudly, having just woken up about 30 minutes ago- but of course it didn't look like it. His hair was styled just as it should, his clothes all in style and matching, everything just as usual. Including his timing, El walked into the choir room ten minutes late but fashionable. Smiling at his brother, Jane, Izz and the choir teacher- El took his seat near the girls. "I'm ready when you all are," he said simply; leaning back in his chair.
ooc; Sorry, it's short and sucky. >.> Went braindead... or been braindead. T.T
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