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| artisticinfluence2 | Mar 17 2010, 12:02 AM Post #1 |
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He didn’t remember a time when he’d been this tired. The young man walked through the halls of the dully lit building and pondered why he had even bothered to come to this school. He heaved a sigh and looked around at his fellow college students, walking to their classes, avoiding each other and acting like no one else existed. That was, unless they were one of the lucky ones to have social skills. This was a tech college, not many people here knew how to communicate without pissing each other off. He’d learned that the hard way with his roommate. Only the second week and the condescending ass hole had pissed Ryan off. “Really why did I come here?” he mumbled to himself, running a hand through his shocking blue hair. “Oh right...Both of my parents are Mineral Engineers and wanted me to follow in their dust covered footsteps.” He groaned. It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart enough for this top school. He simply did not care about this. He would rather be back home jamming out in the garage with his friends, playing his bass guitar. The bass was his pride and joy, and in fact if the thing was taken away from him he would probably commit suicide rather than buy a new one. That guitar had come to him by a stroke of pure luck. He had picked it up in the store and it had just felt…right. He remembered the feeling even now, as if his hands had been consumed by magic as he struck a few strings. He had found what he was made to do. Even the man behind the counter had seen it. The punky looking teen that surely had come in on a whim looked like a star holding that guitar. He had been given it for free. Just thinking about the instrument brought a smile to his pretty face, baby blue eyes, cute little nose, soft looking lips. His eyes were nicely shaped, lined with dark brown liner that brought the color out even more. His naturally blonde hair was dyed blue and hung around his face in wavy tufts, messy and unruly as if he had just rolled out of bed and come to the building his morning classes were in. Ryan looked around at the people mulling in the halls as it struck five until nine. The halls slowly emptied as students went into their class rooms one by one. This was college life in the morning he figured. With a sigh he slipped into the room, sitting down right in front, just because he didn’t care didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do well. He took his notebook out and a pen, flipping open and writing the class info on the top of the page, scrawling the date and glancing up at the elderly man that taught Introduction to Psychology. He sighed again and crossed his left leg over his right. He glanced at the clock half way through class, feeling as if time had slowed down to suit the old man's appearance of a turtle. He looked at his notes, scribbling down a few key points while doodling out that kung fu turtle from that Pixar movie Kung Fu panda. His little cousins had forced him to watch thirty times in the past two years it had been out. The first time he hadn't minded, but after the fifteenth and from there on out the movie had started to make his eye twitch. Lost in thought he about jumped out of his skin as the teacher dismissed the class and the people on either side of him snapped their note books shut. He heaved a sigh and put his spiral bound note book back in his bag and pulled his hood back up. He made his way right to the main building where everything was housed, the tiny coffee house that the school had put in, the book store, the library, post office, cafeteria and a few game rooms, one an old fashioned arcade for the nerds on campus, and the other a billiards room. He made his way right to the room that had been converted into a coffee shop and looked around for the guitar that was usually leaning up against the wall near the cash register... not seeing it he frowned and looked around, trying to figure out who had it. |
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| Gray | Mar 17 2010, 12:38 AM Post #2 |
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Sitting outside, in the quad area behind the little coffee shop, was Anton Bailey; the Gibson acoustic guitar in question in his lap. He was sitting on the ground, his back and broad shoulders propped up against the brick facade of the building, his legs crossed Indian-style, and the bottom edge of the instrument sat propped on one well-muscled thigh as long fingers plucked out a quiet, rhythmic accompaniment. His voice, when he opened his mouth to sing, was both deep and soothing, though it had an edgy quality that put one in mind of smoky bars and bluesy rock songs. His short-sleeved, plaid patterned button up shirt was opened in the front, all the way down, and his white undershirt was stretched tight across his chest, showcasing the muscles in his chest and throat. His arms were muscled, too, and strained against the hems of his sleeves. Too-long dark blonde hair was swept off to the side, over his forehead, to keep his vision clear but also offer immediate shelter if someone began to look too closely at his face. Despite being well used to the attention, considering who his family was and that he was their only son, he didn't necessarily want it broadcast around school. So far, he'd managed to escape detection; then again,t his was tech school. The kids who attended this college had likely never heard of Lynn Bailey, romance novelist, or Terrence Bailey, movie director in high demand. Still, despite the unliklihood of anyone here recognizing him, he'd rather play it safe and keep his nose below the radar. Thus, he sang quietly, trying not to draw any attention to himself, but not realizing that the window he sat beneath was opened to catch the passing breeze. Anyone who passed by could hear him playing and easily find his hiding place. |
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| artisticinfluence2 | Mar 17 2010, 01:14 AM Post #3 |
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Ryan found the other young man within a few minutes and wandered out, standing not too far off he listened for a long while before he allowed himself to approach. He pulled the thighs on his red, green and blue plaid, tight pants up a bit before crouching down in front of him, about two feet away to not invade his personal bubble. "You've got a pretty good voice." he said in honest compliment. "Reminds me of Johnny Cash almost" he said and offered the slightest smile. Taking in the other male's looks calmly, just a once over to get a feel for who the guy might be. He didn't look like he belonged here much more than Ryan did.. but then again not EVERYONE here was a nerd... just the vast majority. He watched the other's fingers move over the treads and strings and read off the chords and notes, his own hand mimicking without him thinking about it. He caught himself a moment later and put his hands on his chin, elbows on his knees, just relaxing into the rather uncomfortable position. "I came here to play it to." he said with a slight laugh in his voice, though it was quiet. "Often do when I'm waiting for lunch to open." He knew it was pointless to mention that, but besides telling the other male that his voice reminded him of Johnny Cash he had NO clue what to say. He wasn't very good at meeting new people or approaching people he didn't know anything about. Hell, he'd only made his closest friends the second year of high school. He pulled his iPod out and shut it off, pushing his head phones and hood back, mussing up his blue hair as he glanced towards the window. The breeze coming in felt nice on his skin, especially as it found the holes in the arms of his sweater and cooled his arms off. He looked to the guitar, appreciating it's beauty and craftsmanship. "Oh! I guess I should introduce myself if I'm going to rudely interrupt your playing..." he said with the politest air he could. He held a hand out "I'm Ryan O'Connel." |
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| Gray | Mar 17 2010, 10:02 AM Post #4 |
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So lost was he in the pull of his own music that he didn't even realize his solitude had been broken, nor that he was being watched until someone crouched down a few feet away and complimented his voice. Despite the compliment, Anton closed his mouth and cut off the flow of sound, though his fingers still continued to pluck restlessly at the strings of the guitar. "Thanks," he murmured quietly, a light flush gracing his cheekbones at the mention that he sounded like Johnny Cash. "Cash is one of my favorites. You don't hear songs like 'Hurt,' 'Ring of Fire,' and 'Walk The Line' anymore. It's a shame, but that's modern music for you." As he spoke, he kept his head down, his eyes focused on what his hands were doing so that one would get the impression that he needed to see what he was doing in order to play properly. However, that notion would be dispelled a moment later as he raised his head to pin his new companion with a dark green gaze, his finger still picking at the guitar and continuing the song he'd been playing a moment ago. He offered a small friendly smile, then dropped his gaze to the other's fingers, his brows raising slightly when he realized that the boy's fingers were copying his own. "You play?" he asked in mild surprise, then chuckled a bit when told that the other boy played his guitar while waiting for lunch to open. "So that's where it always disappears to. I was beginning to wonder who kept walking off with it." Finally, his fingers ceased their endless movement, and he grasped the instrument by it's neck, one large, broad palm pressed to the underside of the guitar as he passed it over. "Be my guest. It's always nice to hear other people play instead of myself." Once the guitar was taken, the blonde nodded his head briefly in a short bow, then took the offered hand and said, "I'm Anton. It's nice to meet you, Ryan." He didn't give a last name, as this boy seemed more connected with the outside world and not focused completely on Tech. There was a chance he might have heard of Anton's parents - if not both, at least one. With the introductions out of the way, he leaned back against the wall and made himself comfortable, settling in to listen to Ryan play. He offered an encouraging smile focused on his gaze on the other male's hands in order to watch the way he handled himself and the guitar. |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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| artisticinfluence2 | Mar 17 2010, 10:27 AM Post #5 |
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"It's nice to meet you Anton." He offered with a slight smile as they shook hands. "Hurt is my favorite song." he commented with a slight smile of his own. He watched him play, observing how he looked down to watch his own fingers, then back up to meet his gaze- playing on. The dark green eyes caught his attention, finding them a rather nice color. He gave a smile as he asked if he played as well. A question he absolutely loved to hear. "Yeah I do... Bass Guitar mostly.. but I learned six string first- before I even had my own guitar." He accepted the instrument with the broadest smile he'd given in their short interaction and graciously accepted the guitar, he sat back, one leg lifted as he held the guitar left handed. He fingered the strings a few times to get the hang of playing upside down. He played a few bars before starting the first few chords to Hurt. He closed his eyes and sang the song softly, his own voice didn't have the rough quality that made the original song so powerful. His voice wasn't bad though, not nearly as deep but smoother, masculine and laced with emotion."I hurt myself today to see if i still feel, I focus on the pain..." He had the song memorized, he hadn't lied when he said this was his favorite song. He had spent many hours in his life listening to this son on repeat, playing it over and over until he had it down. For playing upside down he only messed up the chords a few times, occasionally glancing down though mostly focusing on the lyrics and his singing. He didn't play the whole song, about half way through he picked a decent place to stop. He looked up with a slightly embarrassed look. "I can't sing Cash very well...I don't have the right voice for it...Oh well." "How long have you been playing?" he looked up at the other with curiosity. He held the guitar with a natural ease as he slouched back, resting his weight on his free hand. Clear baby blue eyes focusing on the other's dark green ones. He had to wonder if he was bothering the other young man. He honestly hoped he wasn't, having someone to talk to about his favorite subject...or at all would be a nice change of pace. Ryan O'Connel |
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| Gray | Mar 18 2010, 12:18 AM Post #6 |
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((To do the nifty little link thingie, click on the 'http://' code button below the Bold, Italic, and Underline buttons. It'll prompt you to put in a link, and then the 'title,' which in your case, would be Ryan O'Connel. Hope that helped! <3)) Once the guitar had been accepted, Anton settled back against the brick of the wall once again, his broad shoulders resting comfortably and supporting the rest of his body easily. He didn't slump, but neither did he sit up completely straight, either - he maintained a relaxed and easygoing pose that allowed him to watch Ryan's hands on the guitar. He smiled as the first few chords of 'Hurt' were played, instantly recognizing the song and feeling a deep appreciation for the talent of the musician playing. He listened with great pleasure and rapt attention until the chords died out and Ryan stopped singing. "Not Cash, no.... but still very nice. More like.... Reznor, of Nine Inch Nails. Mellow and smooth." With a grin, he sat up a bit and shook his hair out of his eyes. "I like it. Nicely done." He debated for a moment on taking his guitar back and asking the other boy to sing a higher harmony if he - Anton - sang the lower melody. But then he was being asked a question and he had to really think about the answer before he could respond. With a shrug, he offered a wide-eyed look and said, "About as long as I can remember. when I was a kid, I had this little toy guitar that was almost bigger than I was - seriously, I've got pictures, this thing was massive - and I would watch music videos and pretend to play along. I know it's not really playing, but it's where I started. I always carted that stupid toy along with me where ever I went, and as I got older, I would 'perform' for my parents. I was lucky, because they'd always take the time to pretend to listen to me; my mom's even got some ridiculous home videos of me dancing around and jamming out to what was basically air guitar." Laughing now, Anton ran a hand through his hair, then shrugged. "Eventually I got a real guitar, and mom and dad paid for lessons so I could get the technical side of playing, too. That wasn't as much fun, but I guess it's made me a better player." Realizing that he'd probably talked Ryan's ear off and feeling stupid to basically giving the guy his life story, he blushed slightly - a charming shade of dusty pink just across his cheekbones - and gestured to the blue-haired boy. "What about you? You've got some pretty good moves there. How long have you been playing?" |
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| artisticinfluence2 | Mar 18 2010, 12:44 AM Post #7 |
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(Oh! Yay! Next time I need to post a link I'll do that :3 Thank you!! ) He gave a little smile as the other said he was similar to Reznor's voice. "Thank you..." he smiled and offered the guitar back. He wondered if the other would play more. He wanted to hear more of the green eyed man's singing. He listened intently, grinning internally as he got a mental image of the young man before him doing just what he had described doing as a kid. "Wow...That's some story! It sounds like you had a blast as a kid." he ran a hand through his hair and focused on the other's green eyes as he thought about it. He wondered if the other wanted to hear his whole story...while not nearly as adorable it had it's own interesting qualities. "I started in middle school with six string acoustic.I was in the Orchestra and a piece called for it, so they picked the absolute worst violinist- me- I didn't want to play violin by the way, mom made me... anyway.... They taught me the basics, how to read the chords and let me go. I picked it up pretty fast." He paused to take a breath, glancing out the window. "That was eight grade.. when I went to high school i dropped out of Orchestra and forgot about how much I had loved playing the guitar. On a whim in Sophomore year I stopped in a music store on my way home from school one day. I picked a bass up and fell in love.. apparently I looked pretty good holding it to. The guy that owned the shop gave it to me for free as long as I promised to take care of it and get good....Pretty much it.. I'm in a band now back home....That's my boring old story." He rubbed the back of his head and shrugged. "Would you play some more? I'd like to hear more." he said after several long moments of hesitation. He wondered again if he was just bugging this guy, he seemed like he had been pretty content sitting there playing. |
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| Gray | Mar 18 2010, 09:39 AM Post #8 |
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Anton listened politely, pleased to have finally met someone in this school who had at least one of the same interests that he himself held. "Wow," he murmured quietly when told that Ryan had been given his guitar for free. "That was a stroke of really good luck, then! What was the asking price?" He was simply curious, as most guitars tended to be quite pricey - especially the electric variety - so he was surprised that a shop keeper that would just give one away. When told that the other boy was in a band, Anton's face lit up with excitement. "Really?! You have your band? Do you play at concerts and what not? You'll have to let me know the next time your band plays; I'd love to come and listen." Then, realizing that he'd just basically invited himself when he may not have been wanted, he flushed lightly and offered an apologetic look. "That is... if it's all right with you, I mean." Accepting the guitar, he only nodded when he was asked to continue playing, and he picked a simple enough song of his own design, something that he'd written, and he plucked the strings gently and began to sing. "You hide your face from the world, Afraid of what they’ll say. You keep to yourself- Staying out of the way. Trying too hard to fit in- You lose sight of your dreams. They think you’re like them, But you’re not what you seem. Don’t let them tell you That you’ve got to change. You are beautiful… …wonderful… …individual… …fabulous… …marvelous… …spectacular. You are you, And that is beautiful. Don’t hide your face From the world around you. Hold your head high; You’ve just got to believe… …in yourself, in your dreams; Just have hope, Still believe; You will see, You are you… …and that is beautiful… …wonderful… …individual… …fabulous… …marvelous… …spectacular. You are you, And that is beautiful. " By the time he strummed the last chord, he peeked at the watch that rested on his wrist and, with a grimace, stood up. "Ugh, my next class is starting in five minutes and it's clear across campus. I've got to run - literally - if I want to make it on time." After packing up his guitar and slinging the case over his shoulder, he gather his backpack and offered his hand to Ryan. "It was really nice to meet you, Ryan. I usually leave my guitar behind the coffee counter, so feel free to swing by and play it any time. I hope I'll see you again soon. Take care, yeah?" With a last friendly smile, Anton turned and, as he'd said he would have to do, ran out the door and down one of the long hallways to make it to his class. ((The lyrics are mine.... I was working on music for it but never got very far since my microphone died and I haven't yet been able to replace it. =_=)) |
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| artisticinfluence2 | Mar 18 2010, 06:52 PM Post #9 |
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(I really like those lyrics! Hopefully you'll get a new microphone sometime soon!) He rubbed the back of his head "It was a cheaper one... about six hundred dollars or so... I was prepared to pay the full asking price to... All I had to buy was the amp and picks.." He smiled "That's the only guitar shop I go to now.. he's gotten enough business from me and my band to at least give double profit on my baby." (Ryan's Guitar) He laughed as the other asked quite excitedly about his band, to be honest he loved to see reactions like this from others. "We don't play that often really..." he muttered and smiled "But I think they are getting a gig set up for Winter Break so we can jam when I get home... If you live close by you're more than welcome to come..." He was surprised at himself, speaking more to this one person than he had anyone at all since getting here. He listened intently as the other began to sing, his voice filled Ryan's mind as he listened to the song, eyes watching the chords, wondering what it would sound like with a full band behind it. The words were simply amazing, he wondered if Anton had written the piece himself, he guessed so, since he himself had never heart this song before. He quite liked it really the song and especially Anton's voice were sounds he would gladly listen to any day. "Oh... alright." he stood up and took the hand graciously "Same to you Anton... See you around." he smiled a bit and watched the other run off. "Thank you!" he called out after him loudly, shocking a shy looking guy walking past. He hoped he would see the other around sooner rather than later. He could see becoming good friends with the young man. He scuffed his feet as he walked to the cafeteria, stomach grumbling loudly in protest for him being late to lunch. He got the only really edible food, macaroni and cheese and pizza..mixed of course. He ate slowly, sipping water. He tapped his foot to his own beat. The rest of the day he kept an eye out for the green eyed teen he had met, but not lucky enough to run into him the same day he planned to go to the coffee bar and wait, perhaps play the guitar.. or take his own. He grinned at that idea as he walked into his room, ignoring his roommate telling some person he'd probably never met to 'target the boss and sap..' Like Ryan had any clue what he was talking about. He shook his head and grabbed up his bass and small battery powered amp, playing out softly. The next day he headed to the coffee bar, Fridays were his favorite days of the school week, he'd managed to set it up so the only class he had on Fridays was at 7 at night, a horrid time really but at least he had the rest of the day free. He ordered some coffee and peeked behind the bar to see if Anton's guitar was there, grinning he picked it up, sitting where Anton had been the day before and played softly. Perhaps Anton would show up, if not well, he could relax and play either way. |
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| Gray | Mar 19 2010, 01:09 AM Post #10 |
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Anton dutifully took his notes and followed along in his class, but his concentration was mostly taken up with thoughts of the boy he'd so recently met; Ryan. He hoped they'd be able to get to know each other better, as he thought they might make good friends once they managed to get past that awkward getting-to-know-you stage. Once class was over, he debated on going back to the coffee counter to see if Ryan was there, but decided that he was way too tired and had far too much homework for such a thing. Granted, it was early afternoon yet, but at he'd been at the school since 7 o'clock that morning. The next day, Friday, he had no classes, but he had to work his shift at the coffee counter. When he got there, however, he was both surprised and slightly startled to see Ryan already there and plucking away at the strings of his guitar. With a grin, Anton stepped behind the counter and donned the dark brown apron that was required for the job. "You know, pretty soon I'm going to start thinking you're either stalking me, or the guitar." Busying himself with turning on all the machines and setting up the display for the day, he asked, "You want a coffee or something?" Then, with a laugh, he admitted, "It probably won't be the best thing ever because the machines aren't warmed up yet, but I'll buy it for you if you want it. My way to say thanks for the song." |
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| artisticinfluence2 | Mar 19 2010, 01:40 AM Post #11 |
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He looked up from the guitar "Oh most definitely the guitar" he grinned just a bit as he continued to pluck the strings. "I thought it was just a lone guitar left all abandoned in the coffee bar all this time" he smiled a bit at him and nodded his head at the offer of coffee. Coffee was his favorite thing to drink. "Oh coffee sounds amazing.. the instant back in my room before coming here didn't hit the spot. Though, Anton, I've never seen you working here before..." he half closed his eyes as he hummed the melody to the song he plucked out. "Or perhaps I just didn't pay much attention." He gave a sheepish look and set the guitar down, leaning forward onto the counter. He looked at the other square in his green eyes and offered a kind look. "And.. thank you. For playing that song yesterday..." he chuckled "Admittedly it's been stuck in my head since." Not that it was a bad thing, it was a good song. "I was actually wondering if you had an MP3 of it." He leaned on the bar, watching the espresso machine lazily. He rested his chin on his upturned palm and idly pushed his hood back, getting chills as the back of his neck was assaulted with air colder than his skin He rubbed his arms to get rid of the resulting goose bumps, glancing back up at the other. "What are you majoring in?" he asked, mostly to keep conversation going and to not lapse into awkward silence-which was always a side affect of the weird stage of having just met. This awkward 'just met' stage would hopefully pass with them soon enough. He could see being pretty good friends with this man. Well, at least he was being optimistic. They did have enough in common after all. Though at the back of his mind he knew just because they had that in common didn't automatically mean they would get along. Though he was certain they would. |
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| Gray | Mar 25 2010, 11:11 PM Post #12 |
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Anton grinned back at the admission that Ryan was definitely stalking his guitar, enjoying the lighthearted banter and not taking offense in the slightest at the intimation that his guitar was more interesting that he, himself, was. "I would never abandon my guitar like that. I got into the habit of leaving it behind the coffee counter because my teachers got fed up with me playing with it during my classes." His cheeks flushed lightly and he offered his companion a sheepish look as he went about turning the various machines on and warming them up. "I was already friends with another of the guys who works here, and he let me keep her here while I went to class. Now that I work here, too, it's just a habit, I guess." At the comment that Ryan had never seen him working at the counter before, Anton grinned again, then handing him the requested cup of coffee. "I only started about a month ago, and up until last weekend, I was working nights instead of days. The girl who had this shift ended up leaving, so I got her shift." With a shrug, the blonde turned to wipe down the counters and fill in the day's special blend on the chalkboard, his neat, spiky handwriting quickly filling up the space. Anton's face lit up like a Fourth of July firework at the question of whether or not he had an MP3 of the song he'd played the previous day, and with a quick shake of his head, he answered, "Ahm...... no. I don't record my songs.... I never think they're good enough." Grateful for the rapid change in topic, he answered, "Information Technology. I'm going for my Associates Degree right now, but I hope to eventually extend that into a Bachelor's and then a Master's degree later on down the road." With a laugh, he joked, "Gotta have something to do to bring in the money until I get myself established as the lead guitarist or singer of some wildly popular band." Taking a few minutes to help the customers who had begun to line up at his coffee counter, Antron was kept busy for a little while, filling orders, making small talk, and cleaning up after both himself and the customers. When there was finally another lull, he turned back to face Ryan with a rueful grin. "Sorry about that..... it's a side effect of working at a coffee counter." Laughing, he carded his fingers through his too-long blonde hair, then asked, "What about you? What are you majoring in? You're not the usual type that goes to an IT school, so what's your story?" |
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| artisticinfluence2 | Mar 26 2010, 01:24 AM Post #13 |
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He pouted only slightly when the other said he did not in fact have an MP3. That was only slightly disappointing, it had been an amazing song. He listened as he talked about his major. "Wow! I've heard good thing about the IT department here.." He smiled and leaned on the counter, sipping his coffee while watching the other work, occasionally looking away to see who all was coming in and out of the main building. Why were so many people up early on a Friday? He shook his head, he'd only woke up this early to come here.. He picked the guitar up and strummed a few lines form one of his band's songs while waiting. He hummed a soft tune, stopping only when the other young man came back over. He hesitated a moment before he answered. "Well." he leaned down to put the guitar back in it's case. "My parents both went here.... they met here in fact, Mineral Engineers the both of 'em." He took a sip of his coffee and sighed "And so of course, being the parents they are...want that for me to." He shook his head. "They raised me telling me I could do what ever I wanted... as long as what I wanted was to be a Mineral Engineer like them." He folded his arms on the bar and leaned on it. "So here I am." He said it bitterly. "They won't pay for anything unless I come here also. They only ever let me have the band as a hobby." He smiled sadly. "Music is my soul, my heart..passion... I understand their concern, of course...." He paused again, rubbing a hand over the back of his head. "But they don't understand where I stand." He shrugged. "That's my story." He said it bluntly. |
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| Gray | May 1 2010, 11:30 AM Post #14 |
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Anton listened quietly as Ryan told his story, empathy for the other young man's situation coloring his gaze as he went about his duties as a barista. "That really stinks," he murmured quietly when the blue-haired boy finished speaking. "But, look on the bright side. At least this way, you'll have a degree to get a good job, and then you can pay for yourself to study music. It might take longer than you want, but if it's really worth it to you, then it's worth waiting for. Right?" Reaching out, he lay a gentle hand on his companion's arm for a brief moment, offered a smile, then turned away to greet his next customer. From then on he was kept so busy with filling orders, cleaning his machines, and wiping down the counters, it was the end of his shift before he managed to speak to Ryan again. "Hey, I've got class today... but I'm done at 11am. Want to grab something to eat around 11:30 or so?" There was nothing wrong with that, was there? Two friends going out to have lunch together... it's not like it was a date, right? Still, worry clouded Anton's green eyes as he waited for a response. The last thing he wanted to do was scare this potential new friend away by revealing too much of himself. Most people - especially guys - tended to stay well clear of him once they learned about his homosexual tendencies. |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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