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Post by london ryan gibson on May 20, 2009 23:22:36 GMT -5
 ` down down in an earlier round--------------------------------------------- Just because he wasn't them music teacher didn't mean that he didn't spend a lot of his free time in the music room. As he'd been trying to persue a music career the entire time he'd been enrolled here, it just never got anywhere. Maybe because no one could be bothered to help him out and get him started, or maybe because he jsut wasn't good enough. But the fact of the matter was, he still played guitar, and he still wrote down songs. No they weren't the best, but he definitely had the voice for it. Even if people didn't agree that he was the most amazing guitar player ever, they would be just plain deaf if they didn't agree that he was an amazing vocalist.
Today was no different to any other day. He sat in the music room, the guitar pick between his teeth as he wrote down a few more notes on his paper. The stand in front of him covered in notes already, pages filled with them. This was all just a melody, and after he was finished with that, it was time to move onto the lyrics. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard if he didn't have to do it alone, but he did. But this was also his relaxation. The twenty-four year old math teacher actually liked his job, but it was still stressful at times. Nothing was always good, and everyone needed something to do when they needed time to themselves. And this was his. Nothing would ever make him feel as good as when he was sat with his guitar and just writing music.
He pulled the pick from his lips, and started strumming on the guitar. He'd hit a note that just hadn't flown, and he growled quietly under his breath. "dammit" he said, starting back from the top of the page he was working on. He continued to strum the cords, playing the way the page told him too. soon the notes would be all done, then it would just be the words to put together, and then it would be time to perfect it all. He continued to play the notes, and smiled to himself when he made it all flow just the way he wanted it to. He put the pick back between his lips and finished the page off. He put the pages in order, and started playing it all from the beginning.
London smiled, happy with his work. It sounded amazing, at least in his ears. Maybe sometime he'd actually have someone sit in here and get their opinion on what he had. But hopefully by then he'd have the words all worked. He put the guitar on the ground, and started to go through the pages again, making sure that it all looked good. Looking up he looked around the room, and tried to find the clock. He noticed that he still had over an hour before the next class started, and he had to leave the room. As a new teacher here, most of the students tried to take advantage of him, but it hadn't gotten them very far. He may have been a big softy on the inside, but he wasn't a big push over.
( tag ) completely open !
( word count ) 603
( music ) noneee, it's toooo late
( notes ) whooo boredom and new charries
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Post by eppy elizabeth endwell on May 26, 2009 21:59:14 GMT -5
Today was one of those days that Eppy wasn't interested in being around other people; maybe it was because that was how she was majority of the time, especially if they weren't her friends, or it could have been the fact that she was severely PMSing. Either way, she wasn't in the mood for people and their petty drama today and it seemed as if people could sense that because no one would even step foot near her with the way that she was presenting herself. She had a bit before she actually had to be in music class, but she decided that she was going to go down there and going to sing with the company of her piano skills. She was blessed with the voice of an angel and piano class since she was five, but Eppy wasn't fond of singing by herself in front of a group of people, because that meant that they would want to talk to her about doing some sort of duet or group thing and gaining access to her family's fortune and popularity through the help of her voice. Therefore, Eppy liked to take time out for herself to be in the music room by herself and sing while the room was empty.
Walking out of her dorm room in blue sweat pants, white tank top and a blue hoodie, Eppy made sure that she had her backpack with everything that she was going to need for the rest of her classes that day. She had terrible cramps and she wanted to make sure that she was as comfortable as she possibly could be. It took all of five minutes to get to the music room, but to help pass the time, she put her iPod ear buds into her ears and listened to her music. As she entered the room, she began singing the song that was playing in her ears, not bothering to look around to see if someone else was in the room or not first.
Sort of bouncing on the balls of her feet, Eppy made her way over to the piano and placed her stuff down to the side of it. She was at that point, bending over and unzipping her bag trying to find a pencil. She was going to write down a few chords that was thinking about playing to see if they went well together, as well as so that she wouldn't forget them if she ever wanted to play them again to use them at a later date. Once she had grabbed a pencil from her bag, Eppy began leaning up and it was only then that she noticed someone sitting in the room along with her. Almost immediately, Eppy stopped singing and pulled her ear buds from her ears and turned it off."I, uh, ..." Eppy stuttered a little bit after being caught off guard a little bit by the other person.
Sitting up straight on the piano bench, Eppy looked over at the other person and tried to see if she recognized him. She did in fact know him, he was one of the teachers at the school. In fact, he was probably her teacher now, but she had never realized it before because she didn't care about her teachers and her fellow peers unless they were part of her little group. Now that she was looking at the teacher that she could assume was one of her own, Eppy saw that he looked pretty young. She also noted that he was nice looking and had a pretty face that she wouldn't mind being paired up with in pictures. And now that she thought that about him, she was going to seek and pursue that pretty face, even if it was the last thing that she ever had to do. Well, it would be the last thing she ever did until she found some other pretty face that she may want instead.
word count - 669
hex - 007896
outfit - here
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Post by london ryan gibson on May 27, 2009 12:53:11 GMT -5
` down down in an earlier round--------------------------------------------- London was completely wrapped up in his music that he didn't even notice when someone walked in. But she was singing, and it was clear that she hadn't noticed him there anyway. He sat still, just watching her. She was obviously a student, because he knew for a fact that she wasn't a teacher. He watched as she got herself situated on the piano, and laughed a little. She was a good singer, and definitely had the vocals for it, and she seemed to enjoy it. Though she probably didn't even realize that she was singing out loud. And if she had, then she obviously didn't care who heard her. She pulled a notebook from her bag, and he watched her realize that he was there.
He laughed and shook his head, smiling faintly at her. "It's okay. You have a nice voice." he said, picking his guitar up agian. He put the pages he'd been working on back in order and arranged them neatly setting them on the stand that he had in front of him. He took a pen, making small notes on the pages that he would need to remember. It was nothing that was of a lot of importance, they weren't going to ruin the whole thing if they weren't there, or he didn't remember them. But it would improve it a lot if he did remember it. After finishing that off, he put the papers in a folder, making sure that he wouldn't lose any of the pages. He put all his stuff together, and looked at the girl.
She obviously came in here to practice and London wasn't going to stand in her way of that. He'd been in here practicing enough as it was, if she wanted the room, she could have it. He finished what he needed to, and he really didn't have anything else that he could have worked on. He didn't want to stare at her, so he tried to distract his attention to somewhere else. Who would have thought that someone who loved singing, playing guitar, and teaching would be shy when there was only one other person around him? Though it was probably just because he didn't know her, she wasn't a student of his. And he did think that she was cute. Though, it wasn't exactly right for him to be thinking those things, was it?
He was a teacher, he didn't know how to have a one on one conversation with someone, especially not a girl that he thought was cute. Pathetic. Yes. He'd had a girlfriend before, it wasn't like she was the first girl that he'd been alone with. But that didn't mean that he was used to it. he sighed quietly and got up, picking the folder up with his music. He put the guitar strap around him, and hung the guitar over his back. He picked his bag up, and put the folder inside it. "Good luck with your practicing Ms.." he said realizing that he didn't know her name. Though it shouldn't matter, should it? He wasn't her teacher, and he'd probably never see her again after today.
( tag ) eppy !
( word count ) 559
( music ) spongebob
( notes ) nice to rp with you again, love
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Post by eppy elizabeth endwell on May 27, 2009 17:46:52 GMT -5
Still a little caught off guard by the fact that she had just exposed her voice to someone, a teacher none the less, she didn't know what she was going to do about that tiny fact. Though, she probably would just play the piano now and forget about singing for now, but in the back of her mind, Eppy knew that she shouldn't be afraid to have someone listen to her voice if he or she, in this case he, had already heard it. And then she heard his compliment, "You have a nice voice." Almost immediately, Eppy felt her cheeks get warm and she knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before her face would turn a light shade of pink or possibly a little bit darker. "Thank you," she said to him with a shy smile. As she smiled though, she tilted her head down as if she was looking at her feet or the ground and pulled a whip of her natural blonde hair away from her face.
Why exactly was she so nervous and shy around this guy? Honestly, Eppy had no idea about the answer to that question because she was never ever like this in her life. More often than not, she was up in a guy's face making it known that she liked him, even if he was already romantically linked to another girl. If Eppy wanted something, she'd get it no matter what. To be honest, Eppy had a slight crush on this guy because she thought that he was cute, but she still needed to figure out whether or not that she wanted him for herself or if she was just going to let him on his way and probably never see him again. Eh, Eppy would have to get to know this guy a little bit more in order to figure out what she wanted to do exactly with this catch.
Laying her pencil on the lip of the piano where the music sheets would have gone to be held up, Eppy looked up from the floor and over at the teacher once again. Hopefully his personality was just as good as his looks because Eppy would sheerly have a good one on her hands; someone that she could and would definitely bring home to her mother and father to meet. She may also even think about making him a more permanent figure in her life, but only time would tell the pretty young blonde about what the future was going to hold for her with this guy. So far, so good, though.
Then he spoke again, "Good luck with your practicing Ms..". Eppy laughed one of those nervous and shy sort of laughs, "I'm Eppy," she told him. "Eppy Endwell," she said, this time giving him her last name as well. She felt that it was the proper thing to do considering the fact that so many people had done that when they were meeting someone knew and introducing themselves for the first time. It seemed like Eppy was a much nicer person when she met someone new, a guy someone new that she found to be quite a looker, as compared to the rest of the time. Not only that but she was in so much pain from cramps that it took to much effort to be mean. "Thank you," she said to him, "But you can stay if you'd like to. If, of course, you don't mind me playing the piano while you're doing whatever it was that you were doing before I came down here," she said, offering to share the room with him.
word count - 619
hex - 007896
outfit - here
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Post by london ryan gibson on May 28, 2009 17:05:19 GMT -5
` down down in an earlier round--------------------------------------------- London laughed a little when she asked if she could call him London when it was just to two of them. He nodded his head, and looked at the stand his music had been resting on only a little while prior. "If i'm honest, i hate when people call me mr. gibson. Makes me sound really old and like my father" he admitted, shrugging his shoulders slowly. He looked at her and smiled again, for some reason, he was really enjoying her company. They'd only been talking a little bit, but there was definitely something different about her. Something that he was really really liking. She didn't look like she was more than a few years younger than him.
She looked up at him, and asked if he wanted help with his lyrics. It'd be nice to have someone play with, and help him with his music as much as possible. He laughed a little when she said that if he thought his lesson plans was something he'd much rather be doing. Shaking his head he looked at her, his eyes meeting hers and holding her gaze for only a few seconds, but his mind seemed to be locked on them forever. "I hate making lesson plans, actually. I like teaching, but i hate actually having to go by the book. So i pretty much just do whatever i want, and teach it how i think everyone will best learn it." he said, shrugging his shoulders. He was still a little off that she wanted to help him with his music, but it was something that he welcomed very happily.
"I'd be nice to play with someone else, and have someone else tell me what they think. Hopefully it's not all just in my mind and i'm not going insane and not completely tone deaf." he laughed, and put his bag back down on the floor. He took the guitar from off his back, and sat back down. He pulled the strap from around him, and set the guitar back on the floor, resting it against his legs. He ruffled through his bag again, and pulled out the folder that he'd put the sheets of music into. he set them back on the stand, and pulled his pick from his pocket. "I'll play what i have for you, and see what you have to say. then we can go from there" he said quietly, looking at her again. He smiled faintly, and picked the guitar back up.
Resting it on his leg, he bit down on his lip and started to play what he had written. He started singing quietly with what he'd already had, and made sure to add the small notes in that he'd written down when she had first arrived. At first, he nearly forgot that she was there, just getting so lost into his music. He reached the last page of his sheets, and finished. He laughed a little, and bit down on his lip. Looking up at her, he rested his arm on the guitar and raised an eyebrow. "so tell me, am i completely tone deaf, or am i good?" he asked her, hopefully getting the answer he wanted about him being good.
( tag ) eppy !
( word count ) 566
( music ) csi
( notes ) That quote is still making me giggle
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Post by eppy elizabeth endwell on May 28, 2009 17:40:51 GMT -5
Smiling over at the teacher standing before her, though on the other side of the room, Eppy couldn't help but just smile. She hadn't felt this way since one of her first boyfriends, one who she actually thought was going to treat her like a princess but actually didn't in the end. She felt like a little girl petting a unicorn for the very first time when she looked over at London, er, Mr. Gibson. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Gibson," she told him. Gee, that sounded all to formal for her being twenty one years old and this guy not looking all that much older than her. "Uhm, Mr. Gibson, if you wouldn't mind, I think that I'd prefer calling you London if it's just me and you. I'm probably not all that much younger than you since this is my tenth year here. In front of everyone else, I can call you Mr. Gibson," Eppy said to him. She wasn't fond of the idea of having to still be formal with her teachers, especially when half of them seemed to be only a few years older than her, rather than being the age of her parents or older.
Thinking about doing something that she would have normally never done or even thought about asking, Eppy felt the need that she had to do it. Whether she was going to be turned down or not was out of her hands and out of her control, but she felt the need to try, just to see what was actually going to happen. She was hoping that she was going to get the yes answer that she was looking for, but hey, who knew if this guy was into younger girls or blonde girls or whatever it was that you wanted to classify Eppy as being. "If you'd like to stay and play your guitar, I can add a little piano in on it and maybe we can figure out the rest of those lyrics. Sometimes it's better when you have a fresh pair of eyes on something that you've been working on for awhile. Trust me, my parents always forced me to work with my piano teacher when I had to write something new for a different piano teacher," she said to him. "It always helped me out." What was the need for two piano teachers? Well, one was a live in piano teacher and the other was one who had been playing piano as a lifetime career, each bringing something else to the table when it came to teaching Eppy about the piano.
Frowning slightly when she heard London speak of leaving and going to go makes lesson plans instead, Eppy felt a little tug at her heart even though she wasn't at all involved with him yet. She always felt that way when she had a crush on a guy and he had to leave to go do something else, no matter what it was, even if he was going to be back immediately or not. Though, Eppy sensed that if she didn't get London to stay here with her now, she was going to have to make special trips to go and see him and she wasn't exactly into doing something of that sort. "But if your lesson plans are something that you'd much rather be doing, then I'd sort of understand," Eppy said to him, sort of using her pouty lip to try and get him to stay without being completely obvious with her intentions of wanting him to stay there with her.
word count - 618
hex - 007896
outfit - here
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Post by london ryan gibson on May 28, 2009 18:04:12 GMT -5
` down down in an earlier round--------------------------------------------- London laughed a little when she asked if she could call him London when it was just to two of them. He nodded his head, and looked at the stand his music had been resting on only a little while prior. "If i'm honest, i hate when people call me mr. gibson. Makes me sound really old and like my father" he admitted, shrugging his shoulders slowly. He looked at her and smiled again, for some reason, he was really enjoying her company. They'd only been talking a little bit, but there was definitely something different about her. Something that he was really really liking. She didn't look like she was more than a few years younger than him.
She looked up at him, and asked if he wanted help with his lyrics. It'd be nice to have someone play with, and help him with his music as much as possible. He laughed a little when she said that if he thought his lesson plans was something he'd much rather be doing. Shaking his head he looked at her, his eyes meeting hers and holding her gaze for only a few seconds, but his mind seemed to be locked on them forever. "I hate making lesson plans, actually. I like teaching, but i hate actually having to go by the book. So i pretty much just do whatever i want, and teach it how i think everyone will best learn it." he said, shrugging his shoulders. He was still a little off that she wanted to help him with his music, but it was something that he welcomed very happily.
"I'd be nice to play with someone else, and have someone else tell me what they think. Hopefully it's not all just in my mind and i'm not going insane and not completely tone deaf." he laughed, and put his bag back down on the floor. He took the guitar from off his back, and sat back down. He pulled the strap from around him, and set the guitar back on the floor, resting it against his legs. He ruffled through his bag again, and pulled out the folder that he'd put the sheets of music into. he set them back on the stand, and pulled his pick from his pocket. "I'll play what i have for you, and see what you have to say. then we can go from there" he said quietly, looking at her again. He smiled faintly, and picked the guitar back up.
Resting it on his leg, he bit down on his lip and started to play what he had written. He started singing quietly with what he'd already had, and made sure to add the small notes in that he'd written down when she had first arrived. At first, he nearly forgot that she was there, just getting so lost into his music. He reached the last page of his sheets, and finished. He laughed a little, and bit down on his lip. Looking up at her, he rested his arm on the guitar and raised an eyebrow. "so tell me, am i completely tone deaf, or am i good?" he asked her, hopefully getting the answer he wanted about him being good.
( tag ) eppy !
( word count ) 566
( music ) csi
( notes ) That quote is still making me giggle
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