Stars in the Sky [Nate]

[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

Nate listened carefully as the girl talk about herself. It was only fair that he at least try to commit some of this stuff to memory. He doubted he would be able to retain it all but he thought it was pretty cool that she knew how to do Zombie make up. He always had liked special effects make up but he was no good at drawing or even coloring so he doubted he would be good at anything like that. He didn't really have the patience for it. He was more the practice guitar until his fingers bled kind of guy. People from his orphanage did not often associate him with deep and meaningful so they always teased him about 'who he was going to hire to write his songs.' He always rolled his eyes and waved them off. They didn't really know them. The few from then who did were either off and adopted, in different cities, states, countries, dead or in juvie.

"That's cool. I'm not really an actor. My music teacher says I need to take dance and acting classes though, to help me with my stage performance. I see where they are coming from, but I'm a bit clumsy when it comes to that" He explained. In fact he thought he was getting a D in his acting class. He was doing only marginally better in dance, D+ but the teachers said their grades would be able to change drastically based on the amount of improvement and effort they put in before the grades were put out. He knew he needed to pass these classes with at least a B to get into any colleges. He needed to get into one because his brother looked up to him, and the kid really had the chops to get far in schooling. He wanted his brother to have every opportunity in the world, so he needed to set a good example. He just hoped his past mistakes did not ruin his chances for being a good role model.

"Sometimes siblings are a pain in the rear, but I know I'm lucky to have Aiden. He's really the only family I got. The only reason I didn't join a gang and end up shot or in juvie or something." Nate admitted. These things were not things he would ever admit to his little brother. He had a strict no chick-flick moments rule and would hold to it, but it's how he felt and telling someone felt right. He knew the person who should really hear it was Aiden but he did not want his little brother to know that he was his biggest weakness. How would he ever say no to the kid if he knew exactly how to get everything he wanted.

"That's cool. I'm pretty new to Hollywood Arts, pretty new to this part of the city really. Where I come from people don't take kindly to you leaving. Their sick minds hope you come back so you can suffer with them." He said. He understood it though. Misery loved it's company. Jealousy was the only thing anyone from the orphanage felt when someone went to a foster home, and even worse when the kids actually got adopted. Usually the older kids watched sadly as the young ones got snatched up by hopeful parents. It was very rare that people would adopt kids as old as he and Aiden. He was happy for it, don't get him wrong, it just wasn't normal.

"Come on that's cheating. I answered yours. By normal I meant natural. Pink definitely is not a natural hair color." he said, distracting himself from the thoughts of the people he left behind. If he ever got his hands on decent money, he vowed to take in as many kids as he could support comfortably, that would get along. The foster system was cracked, especially here in L.A, and with most celebs adopting from foreign countries it left kids here suffering.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

“Well, I’m not much of a singer and I can’t play an instrument, but to have all the credits I need, I had to take a vocals class. I don’t mind it, but there are some snobs in it that give me crap for my singing voice. Like, this one Trina girl won’t leave me alone. She even offered to give me private lessons to pass on some of her talent. She, um, hurts my ears though. I don’t think she could help me much.”

That Trina girl annoyed the crap out of Marae with every class they had. She just would not give up at trying to be her own private teacher. The girl’s singing voice hurt her ears, and she highly doubted that she was any worse than her. But, this girl seemed to choose to believe it. Hadn’t her parents ever sat her down and explained to her? Do they even know that she’s terrible, because she has parental block? Marae did not think someone should be able to walk around with such a big head and nothing to back her up. At least this Trina girl seemed like she had good intentions though. She was just blind to the truth.

“Oh wow, than that kid must be amazing,” Marae said, hearing what Nate had to say about him.

Marae tried to picture Nate in a gang, and she could defiantly see it. That kid should be super proud of himself. And the way that Nate cares about his little brother is unbelievable…. Marae wondered what it would feel like to have a bond with someone like that, but she just couldn’t grasp it. She really wasn’t that close to anyone, except maybe her dad. But that was different than sibling love.

“That…sounds like a horrible place. I couldn’t imagine coming from somewhere like that. Sure, my mother is dying to see me fail at my dreams, but I’m sure it isn’t that badly.”

What exactly was he talking about? She didn’t want to pry and ask questions, but she was curious. Had he come from a really cruel town? Maybe he was talking about his old class mates. She was clueless, but this guy was really interesting. It was like he was full of secrets or something, but she really didn’t want to ask to many emotional questions that might bring up something he didn’t want to think about.

“Psssshhhh…. Pink is totally normal by my book. But, I guess, if I really had to dye it a normal color,” Marae said, making a grossed out face. “I would dying it a funky red that accidentally goes wrong and ends up looking pink.”

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[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

"That girl's lack of talent in anything she does makes me wonder what exactly she did to get into this place." Nathan snorted, commenting on the girl's rant about Trina Vega. "She's in my year, and some of my classes and I cringe every single time I see her on the roster." he added. It was true. She was a handful and a half, and even if they've never really spoken the girl still managed to annoy the crap out of him. He didn't bother to get to know her, that girl was a hot mess. Not someone he really wanted to get to know.

"I'm sure you're not that bad of a singer. Sometimes all it takes is some coaching." Nate added, figuring he should comment on the main point, not just the awfulness that was Trina Vega.

He shrugged at her comment about Aiden. He was a pretty amazing kid, but she would find that out if they became friends. Nathan rarely went anywhere Aiden didn't. He sometimes worried that Aiden did not hang out with many people his own age, so he was trying to take a step back from the kid now that they were in a more stable environment.

"Before I came here, I lived in an orphanage." he admitted, but did not elaborate as to why he became a ward of the state. He figured it might be confusing with what he had just said. He made it sound like the entire town he used to be from was like that. Well, it kind of was. Bad neighborhood, with a bunch of impoverished kids stuck there working at wherever would hire them just to make a couple bucks to help support their own families. Everyone was really in the same situation. He preferred where he was at now, but wondered how he could give back once he had money of his own.

"You are so difficult." he said rolling his eyes. "Fine if you don't want to answer that properly, what color was your hair before you went to it with bleach and pink hairdye? Like, what is your natural hair color" he asked chuckling. Maybe that would be easier for her to answer. It, at least, had a straight forward answer. Of course, he highly doubted he would get anything straight forward out of her.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

Marae laughed when Nate shared his thoughts on Trina. Although Trina had apparently claimed Marae worthy of being her friend so she could help her with her singing, Marae considered her anything but a friend. She was insane, and she was also very rude. She did make for a good laugh or two when she did try to act and try to sing. Maybe if she didn’t try so hard, she wouldn’t have been so horrible. Of course, that also could just be misplaced hope for the girl talking. The only thing Marae felt bad about was all the people she heard talk behind Trina’s back. The trash talking was something she could relate to.

“Well, she talks to me every day, and apparently we’re friends,” Marae giggled while rolling her eyes.

It felt like Marae could almost compare her singing to that of Trina Vega. She wasn’t exactly sure how she sounded to other people, but it was horror in her ears. She could never get any of the notes right. Singing just wasn’t in her blood.

“Well, for me, it would take years of coaching to get my voice even close to being tolerable.”

Marae really didn’t like having to talk about her singing voice. It was so embarrassing.

“An orphanage? That must have been terrible…”

The girl couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to live in an orphanage. She loved her parents, including her crazy mother, and she never wanted to be without either of them. To live in a place where most kids had no idea who there parents even were would be torture. She wondered if Nate even knew his parents, but she didn’t want to pry.

“Well…before I bleached it in order to dye it pink, my hair was light blue with bleach blond streaks in it,” Marae said with a giggle, purposely ignoring the natural part of his question.

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