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Post by Namie Ayu Weller`` on Oct 19, 2008 17:15:19 GMT -5
Namie walked shyly down the hallway and into the auditorium, she high heels echoing the empty hallway. She had just started school here and had no idea how everything here worked. She gave herself a little reassuring smile as she spotted the boombox in the auditorium.
She she walked past the empty rows of seats, she turned on the stage lights and popped her CD in. She was going to go on tour soon for her first two albums and she had to get all her dance steps down to a pat. As she climbed onto the her song started playing and her shyness was gone.
As she rapped, sang, and danced on the stage, she felt the rush through her, it was one of the reasons why she loved to perform.
She was so into the dancing and the music that she hardly noticed that there was someone sitting in on of the seats in the back.
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Post by Corri Eric Parker on Oct 19, 2008 18:08:19 GMT -5
 Corri banged his fist against his locker angrily, his things scattered on the ground. He'd dropped a huge pile of books and papers, and it was after school so no one was there to help, not only that but he couldn't get his locker combination right to just shove everything in there -- his bag could only hold so much.
He finally got it open, shoving all the papers into there, crumpling and tearing some of them. "I hate homework," he said with a passion as he shut the locker, turning and stalking down the hallway, before remembering that he still had to grab another book. He opened it again, thankfully on the first try this time, and soon he was emptying half of his bag into the locker, deciding that he didn't really need it. Sighing, he walked down the hallways, shrugging the strap of his messenger bag that rested on his shoulder, cursing quietly to himself. It was still freakin' heavy.
He settled down in a hallway, not quite feeling like going to his dorm room yet, and pulled out the first part of his homework. "Algebra 1... Uch." He pulled his reading glasses out of his bag, black thick-rimmed things, along with his contacts case, upon which he deftly removed them and put them in their individual holders. He sat there for a moment, rubbing his eyes before sliding his glasses on.
After working for a little while, he realized he was bobbing his head to some music. He paused, not having noticed he was doing so, and listened. Intrigued, he shoved his things into his bag once more and peered into the auditorium, which appeared to be the source of the music. He slipped as quietly in as he could, watching the girl perform, impressed. He dumped his bag in one of the seats in the back row, not caring when it tumbled (thankfully rather quietly) onto the ground, and therefore no noticing the book that slid down a few aisles until it got caught on one of the legs of the chairs taht were bolted into the ground, part of it sticking into the aisle.
He walked down the aisle, looking fairly mesmerized. 'She's really pretty,' he realized with a shock and a blush, and his foot caught against the jammed book, and bam, down he went. Well, almost. He tripped and nearly fell on his face, but caught himself by throwing his hand against one of the armrests of the chairs and pushing himself up... One of the hard armrests. "damnit," he muttered, standing and massaging his hand, then sighed and ducked down, looking for his glasses since he could hardly see a thing anymore. |
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Post by Namie Ayu Weller`` on Oct 19, 2008 18:40:41 GMT -5
Startled, Namie looked up when she heard someone. She quickly looked up and was about to run off to hide but noticed that the boy who was in the auditorium was feeling the ground for, what she assumed, his glasses that laid a few feet in front of him.
Namie was thorn between her shy nature and helpful nature, she could either run away now and not help the boy since he'll eventually find it or just go help the boy then run off. She was embarrassed that someone had seen her unperfected performance. In the end, her helpfulness had won over and she jumped down from the stage and picked up the glasses.
She walked towards the boy, high heels clicking behind her and gave him a light tap on the shoulder, "I-Uh-" Namie gave a small shudder and bit her lower lip, " Do these belong to you?" she finally mangled to say in a soft quiet voice as she held out the glasses towards the boy.
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Post by Corri Eric Parker on Oct 19, 2008 19:48:46 GMT -5
He inwardly cursed when he heard her stop. He'd probably scared her or embarrassed her or something, and now he was doomed to never again see her, everything screwed over because he was a little dork that lost his glasses.
But hey, listen to that; apparantly she was wearing high heels for something, because they were tapping against the floor. He looked up with bleary eyes, face flushed, feeling stupid. Apparantly she was just as shy as he felt like being right about then. And he knew he was blushing like mad, so...
"Uh.... Uhm, yeah, they are," he said, embarrassed. "I uh, I'm sorry. You're... You're really good, by the way," he said. "I'm uh, I'm big on music and stuff, so..." He was trying really hard not to stutter, and pushed his glasses on, standing up. "Man, I feel like a dork..." he said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. |
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Post by Namie Ayu Weller`` on Oct 19, 2008 20:04:06 GMT -5
Namie let out a little girlish giggle as the boy spoke of how he felt like a dork, "Aw, you're not a dork." Namie said, deciding not to run off and hide under a rock, "I'm Namie."
Namie let out a little breath as she introduced herself, she rarely did that unless she was performing, she was terribly shy, it was only recently that she started to speak up for herself! She bit her bottom lip, thinking about how dumb she must've sounded when she told him that he wasn't a dork. She could practically feel the pretty light shade of pink blush on her face.
Gak. so short ): |
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Post by Corri Eric Parker on Oct 19, 2008 20:49:23 GMT -5
He smiled and breathed out in relief; at least she didn't run off or anything. He gave a little crooked smile and said, "Thanks," before noticing her blush. Heck, it was nothing compared to his. "Uhm, wow, seriously?" he asked himself, turning around to see what he tripped over. He picked up his Algebra 1 book, shoving it inside his bag. "Wow, leave it to Math to make me fumble for my glasses like freakin' Velma or something," he said a little irritably, shoving the bag more securely into the chair. He turned back to her, still with a nice shade of blush, though it was receeding a little, and tried to start a conversation.
"So, you're... a performer? I like your music and stuff. I'm in a band, but we're currently trying to get out there, so..." He shrugged. "But that's pretty cool. How long have you been doing that?" |
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Post by Namie Ayu Weller`` on Oct 19, 2008 21:02:55 GMT -5
Namie let out a small laugh as he compared himself to Velma, "Thanks." she said as she sat on one of the armrest beside her, "I've been performing for quite a long time. I modeled for my mom's fashion line since I was born and my first album came out when I was 11." she said, trying to sound modest, she didn't want it to sound like she was bragging.
"Ya know...." she said after she gave her idea a little thought, "I'm working on my third album. It's going to be in English this time..." she said in her soft, quiet voice, "If your band is interested, we can have a collaboration or two on my CD." she offered. Then realized that she was offering someone to be in her CD and she didn't know his name! She ducked her head in embarrassment. She had really gotta become more outgoing if she was going to make it big and with that little reminder, she rasied her head again with a smile on her face.
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Post by Corri Eric Parker on Oct 19, 2008 21:13:01 GMT -5
He gaped at her. "That's... Crazy." A model? Well, that wasn't really surprising, but eleven?! Wow, that was before he'd gotten into music. Well, he'd only been into it for about two years, but hey; you got into what you got into when you got into it.
Shaking these confusing thoughts from his head, he realized she had just invited his band to be on her CD. "No way! That would be, like... Awesome. Seriously? I mean, I write stuff, but like, I don't know. Seriously, you wanna do something with me? Well... I mean, erm, us? You might want to listen to us first, though." He laughed.
"So, you're like, famous?" he asked, blush buildling a little again. |
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Post by Namie Ayu Weller`` on Oct 19, 2008 21:22:49 GMT -5
Namie let out a small giggle, "Famous? Not really." she said, "At least not yet in America. My first two CDs were mainly released in Asia, mostly Japan."
She started swinging her legs back and front as she sat, feet not even close to touching the ground, "Sure, let's hear your band and we can talk about recording the song." she said. After hitting the top 10 list multiple times already, her record label had started letting her do whatever she wanted to say up there so she could easily get them to agree to let her have a collaboration with the boy's band.
"So, what's your band's name?" she asked curiously, "And just wondering, how old are you?"
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Post by Corri Eric Parker on Oct 19, 2008 21:49:34 GMT -5
"So you're famous in Japan..." He nodded his head a bit. He'd though she'd had a bit of an accent. "Ahh, you wanna come over to my dorm?" he asked a bit shyly. "I have some stuff up on there. And some songs I'm writing or that I've written... I'm the basist in the group, but I like, sing and stuff too... But I don't know how good I am, so I'm a little... Nervous about showing someone," he said with yet another blush, looking away a bit shyly to dig through his bag. "Or, uhm, I have a CD. But my stuff's on my computer." He handed her the CD, cursing himself for his stupid blush and tried vainly to force it away.
"Uhm, I'm fourteen, actually," he said, almost apologetically. "I know, I look older. It's the sideburns, I don't know why, but I've got like this testosterome rush kinda deal that makes me mature faster or something." He shrugged a bit, then added, "Oh, we're The Un. It leaves room for some cool album names, I think. Like, The Un: Speakable or something, but better than that." He laughed a bit. |
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Post by Namie Ayu Weller`` on Oct 19, 2008 22:03:49 GMT -5
Namie looked at the CD he had handed her, ot had the words C O R R I in block letters. "Corri? Cute name." she said as she slipped off the arm rest, "Sure, I'd love to check out your music." she said with a smile, "Just let me grab my stuff first." she said as she walked towards the stage. As she walked away, she had a small smile on her face, she was starting to feel comfortable around Corri and her shyness was starting to fade. She was quite a sweet girl once you get past her shyness.
As she hopped back on stage to grab her AE messenger bag and CD, she noticed that it was only 5 pm. She had a lot of time to kill before having to start on her homework. She hopped off the stage and walked back to Corri, "Lead the way~" Namie was horrible at directions. She had to ask the teachers for a map on her first day of school, but sadly, she misplaced it so she'd have to rely on her memory to get to and from all her classes.
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Post by Corri Eric Parker on Oct 27, 2008 17:46:00 GMT -5
When she said he had a cute name, he blushed a little awkwardly. "Oh, thanks..." He laughed lightly, looking up in surprise when she said that she'd go and check out his music. "Um, cool. Thanks!" He gave her a little smile, picking up his own bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "All right," he said, walking out and attempting light conversation on the way there, enjoying himself for the most part. He got into his dorm and closed the door behind them, thankful that he didn't have a roommate as he walked over to his computer, dumping his bag on the floor and pulling up his Media Player.
"Ahh, I wrote an acoustic song recently, so..." He turned it on; his voice was as mature as could be, especially for someone as young as him, and the song was a little slow, but the bass was as intricate as could be, fitting together perfectly and actually being heard. "Yeah, I've been playing bass longest," he explained, guesturing to the guitar that layed in its stand, bright red with a wood grain design and freshly polished. "It's like, my baby." He grinned at her, leaning back in his seat.
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