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Post by Eric Lucas Zander on Mar 3, 2012 19:05:02 GMT -5
It was quiet around the school grounds after school since all the other kids had gone home. The feeling the silence gave him was uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he had just watched Flesh Eaters Four last night, but either way, he still felt odd. He had stayed after class to work on a project that ones of his teachers were helping him with for an acting class. He basically had to write his own script. He wasn’t dumb, but he was having writer’s block, and it was irritating. He was an actor, not a writer. So, it wasn’t an easy task to began with for him without going brain dead. He thought be able to write a play was useless though. He had planned to be in them, not make them. Acting, drums, and sports were really his only talents, and he had excepted that. Still, he had to try his best at this project so he could maintain being an average student. For some reason, Eric didn’t feel like going home yet. He wasn’t completely done with his script, and there was no way he was going to finish it at home. Eric had five siblings, and they weren’t very talented at being quiet. Especially the twins, they lived to annoy him. Eric loved his family, but they weren’t that great to be around when he had to think and get something done. Eric found a small stair case out on the school campus and sat down on the middle stair. He emptied out his back pack next to him and pulled out the notebook with his half-written script. He began to read it over, grabbing out a pencil to make down any errors he may have made.
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Post by Emily Ann Roberts on Mar 4, 2012 10:23:59 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[ EVERYTHING'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ]but the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bendingIt had been a long day for Emily. She had been giving all of her students busy work basically while she was writing her own song once again. While she was doing this, she gave her younger students technique charts and told them if they had any questions on something, to ask her and she would answer them. She is the teacher after all. For her older students, she gave them each their own individual piece of music to work on for the next week and then perform it in class. Most of them didn't mind, but there was always that one kid that groaned and whined like a little kid about it. What does she do? Give he or she a harder piece of music to play. Was it cruel? Yes. Was it funny? Yes. Did the kid deserve it? Yes. No whining. That was rule one of her class room. Plus, he was an older student; he should know the consequences by now anyways.
She packed up all her things and decided that it was time to head out. She had either been in her class room or the dance studio all day, only having a sandwich to eat. When she wanted to get something done, she got it done. She decided to write her own song this time. First, she had to find a good backgrond beat, which was the easy part. Then she had to come up with the violin part; also fairly simple. However, when the time came to put the dancing with it, it was the hard part. First, she would record herself playing the part, then go to the dance studio to find out what exactly to do. She would then put the violin in her hands, but not yet the bow. The bow came later. After she had gotten it down with the violin, add bow and put a mute on the violin and begin to work in the moves with the music. After that gets down after, oh a minimum of twenty times, must comes off, the background music is the only thing that plays on the recording, then she plays along. And wa-la. You have a dancing violin player. It may seem like a complicated process, but it really isn't. It's just a long process. And a few strings broken on the way, but it's whatever.
She sighed, walking down the stairs. She didn't want to go to her home really. She wanted to play and work all day long, but she knew that if she did that, then she would just fall asleep while she should be teaching a class. She walked and walked until she came upong a boy sitting on a stair case. She tilted her head to the side, wondering what he was doing here so late. She walked over to him, "Why hello. Whatcha doin' here so late?" She kind of peeked over her shoulder to find what looked like a script that he was working on. Actor then. "You know, violins are much cooler." Every time. Every time she had to say that to a student who wasn't a student of her own. She set her stuff down behind her and plopped a few feet away from the boy.
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Post by Eric Lucas Zander on Mar 4, 2012 15:00:49 GMT -5
 Eric was so deep in thought that he was practically getting mad. Well, frustrated was more the word for it. If he knew he was going to have to do something like this in an acting class, he would have taken that creative writing class that was offered at his previous school. He felt that this would have ended up much easier. Still, he had to keep trying.
His train of thought was broken when someone spoke to him. It was a female, maybe a teacher? He hadn't really seen her before, or noticed her, so she wasn't a teacher of an class he had taken before at Hollywood Arts.
"I'm, uh, writing a script. Well, attempting to write it at least. It's for my acting class," he responded to her, looking back at his paper and erasing something else he had written.
At least this wasn't those rare cases where he wasn't doing anything and pretended to be doing something when the teacher was around. He was actually working hard on this impossible task. It wasn't that he often faked doing his work around teachers either, it was only on those days with bad weather were no one could concentrate.
"The violin? I can't even write a simple script, I would probably completely bomb at that," he laughed. "Drums are more my instrument. The beats all flow together so easily for me."
The only reason Eric wasn't insanely nervous about this script right now was because it wasn't a test. If this was a test, he probably would have passed out already. Tests were not something he was good at handling. 
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Post by Emily Ann Roberts on Mar 4, 2012 20:39:58 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[ EVERYTHING'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ]but the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending It made her wonder why this guy was still here on campus. It was well past the school hours. Teachers were probably still lingering around, but those were teachers, not students. She got that thought out of her brain when he finally spoke back, saying that he was writing a script for his acting class. She grinned, "Very cool. What's it about?" She was always interested to see what students were coming up with nowadays for screenwrites and plays. Music students came up with their own music and she got to hear their songs constantly, so she was interested to hear about an actor's point of view for once. He went back to his paper and started to erase something he had written down.
Emily wasn't too worried about him. He didn't seem like the type of boy to cause too much trouble on campus after hours. He just seemed to have lost track of time or something simple like that. Perhaps he didn't want to go home? She had those feelings sometimes. "How come you're still on campus and not home?" Maybe asking would be the best option instead of assuming different things. Then again, the amount that she wanted to go home was too damn low as well. She didn't have anyone or anything to go home to. She just wanted to play her violin and dance all night really. Maybe she'd go try and play at a club or something tonight.
When she mentioned playing the violin, he said that he would probably bomb at that since he couldn't write a simple script. "Oh come on. I bet your script isn't that bad. I bet you're being to hard on yourself." She was always so optimistic. However, he said that he would rather play drums. She shook her head, "But you can't dance and play drums at the same time." She smirked at that. Normally, you couldn't play violin and dance either, but she proved everyone wrong on that. She wasn't sure how up-to-date the students were on their teachers here, since she had only been here for almost two years now. The only kids who probably knew her were her own afterall. She thought that the students should be able to get to know who was teaching their friends in the school. Especially cool ones like herself.
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Post by Eric Lucas Zander on Mar 4, 2012 23:52:28 GMT -5
Eric didn’t really want to tell her what the script was about, but everyone was going to know sooner or later. It wasn’t that he was passionate about the subject, he just wanted to write something interesting. Plus, it seemed like it would be easier to write about this certain subject then it would be to write about anything else. If he wrote this, the kids might actually stay awake while he acted it out with a friend. The only problem was, he had to get it right. Writing this, the ideas were supposed to be endless. Sadly, his brain was coming up short.
“It’s a horror romance about a women who falls in love with an ax murderer who is also a cannibal.”
Wow. His idea seemed a lot weirder out loud. He was really hoping the other kids weren’t going to think he was a freak over this. His intentions were totally different than that.
“I have four brothers and one sister. They’re all younger, and much more noisy. If I went home, I wouldn’t be able to hear myself think.”
Eric laughed. He loved his siblings, but they were such pests. Plus, his parents weren’t exactly the best at keeping the noise level of the house under control. The neighbors were always complaining, and the cops got called to the house about the screaming children every once in a while. His parents had good intentions and it was a loving home, it was just loud.
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