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Post by Benton Kade West on Sept 27, 2012 15:08:15 GMT -6
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YOU CAN BE MY The school was so quiet at this time of the day. Or well, was it night? In Ben's mind, it was still day time, considering that he was awake, but the darkness that was starting to lay over the halls signified that it was getting late for anyone else. It was one of those nights where Benton felt a serious itch. It wasn't an itch that could be scratched by anything other than hearing his own voice or the soft strum of a guitar. While he had originally found himself sitting in his classroom staring off into space, allowing his mind to wander and almost willing the creative flow to wash over him. Unfortunately, it was just too quiet for him to comfortably focus on anything but the quiet. He could have gone home and picked up where he left off the next day, but something was making him stay put. He could wander until something hit him, but then what were the chances that he would remember it by the time he actually got it down in words?
When something hit him, it hit him like a train and disappeared just as fast. Ben had always been good with words and getting his creative juices flowing, but for some reason even the feeling of holding a guitar wasn't enough to make anything come to mind. He was annoyed but weirdly in a calm place. After a while, Benton was tired of sitting around waiting. Instead, he lifted and moved down the halls, passing familiar classrooms. He didn't realize where he was going until he felt the smile cross his lips. Maybe he just needed to play a different instrument. A different sound would give him different results, right? It wasn't until he reached the classroom on his mind that he felt himself frown. How was he supposed to get in at this time? He had almost turned and walked away before he heard a faint noise coming from the other side of the door. A smirk crossed his features with interest as he reached out to test the door knob. Maybe he was luckier than he thought.
Pushing open the door, Ben felt his mood lighten significantly. He opened his mouth to make a sly comment about staying late, though is eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he realized that the person sitting at the piano most definitely wasn't Alaric Jester. He was quiet for a moment before he felt himself flash a small smile. A confused smile, but a smile nonetheless. "I didn't expect to find you in here." he commented softly, pushing his hands in his pockets almost in a way that made him look like he was the one getting caught. "That was good, you know." he commented truthfully, pushing himself closer to the younger male, though he knew that if he got too close that there would be a good chance that he would get upset. While Benton typically wasn't fantastic with people with skittish personalities, he did know how to be gentle and kind. "Does Al - Mr. Jester know that you break into his room at night?" he asked, though there was more of a teasing tone in his voice than a disappointed one. |
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Sept 28, 2012 2:26:09 GMT -6
[style=background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2ebvgbl.jpg); width: 350px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; border-top: 10px solid #dd7777;] tag: ben; words: 627; outfit: linkA thousand promises that never seemed to help me before It was getting late, which meant that Izzy would have a difficult time getting back to the dorms. He had a flashlight sitting on the ground next to his bag, however. He was playing and singing one of his favorite songs to sing, completely focused on the keys of the piano there in the well-lit music room. It was not uncommon for Issac to sneak back in to the academic building after hours. He had taught himself how to pick a lock, just in case he got shut in some place again, so he could get back out. Now, breaking in to the music classroom was probably not the best way to make use of that skill; but, Izzy did it anyway. It was not like he was stealing anything. He was just using the piano to get a bit more practice. He never actually sang in choir, lip synching when the class sang, and he never really played to his full ability in piano, either. Both would draw attention to himself, and he did not want that at all. No. It would be bad. Had he really wanted to, Isa could have been one of those students in chamber choir, but he had not been able to convince himself to audition. That was just much too much for the shy teen to handle. No, he was just fine singing in the shower, or when alone in the dorm, or when he snuck into the choir classroom. He always chose times when the other teachers and counselors would have long since gone home, though a few times he had to turn around and leave again because he found Mr. Jester himself in the classroom still. Isa hated those nights. How was he supposed to ever relax and enjoy himself with music if he could not find a time to do so? "I didn't expect to find you in here." The unexpected voice made Isa jump a little and he turned to see one of the teachers at the school. Mr. West. Iz really did not know much of anything about him. His music courses were with Mr. Jester and not the teacher standing there in the room. "That was good, you know." The quiet teen's face flushed almost immediately at the teacher's words and he could not help but wonder just how much Mr. West had seen and heard. Iz did not like playing in front of others. It got him too nervous. There was nothing he could do about it by that point, though he really did just want to hide away. Were his stress levels higher, he would probably be panicking by that point; but, as it was, playing the piano had calmed him down from the day greatly. "Th-thank you, Mr. West," he said softly but politely with a faint smile, absently tugging on the hem of his shorts, even though the black leggings he wore covered the scars there. He really was not sure how much he believed it, but then, a music teacher would not say something like that and not mean it. Right? Isa barely made note of Mr. West nearly calling Mr. Jester by his first name, partially because most of the students called him Alaric, anyway and partially because he was more focused on the question. He was not sure. Ric had never said anything, but that did not mean he did not know. "I'm... not sure. He's never said anything. Should... shouldn't you be at home?" Izzy was pretty sure that his question was a little too forward to be asking a teacher, but he could not really take it back after the words passed his lips. He guessed he would just deal with whatever consequences there were.
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Post by Benton Kade West on Sept 28, 2012 15:26:08 GMT -6
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YOU CAN BE MY If it had been anyone else that Ben had walked in on like this, he probably would have laughed at the way the younger male jumped upon hearing his voice. Unfortunately, he knew that this particular student was already skittish enough. Somewhere in the back of his head, he almost wondered if Isaac - Izzy - would stick around for much longer now that he realized that he'd been caught. Just from what he saw of the student, he knew that he was definitely the shy type. If the blush on his cheeks were any indication, he wasn't too pleased that he'd been caught. While normally Ben would have felt bad for making the male feel nervous or embarrassed, he was much too excited to feel guilty. It wasn't every day that he walked in on a student playing the piano remarkably. "You're very welcome." he responded almost instantly to the male's words, feeling his eyes light up somewhat. "You're really talented." he added almost as an afterthought. While his feet pushed him forward, there was almost something nervous in himself about coming closer to the male.
While he seemed calm enough, he definitely didn't want to scare the boy. "Do you think you could do that again?" he asked, noticing the excitement in his tone as he spoke to the younger male, though he tried to hide how excited he really was. He loved the idea that he had found someone who was obviously passionate about music enough to sneak into a classroom at night to play the piano. Benton almost wondered if this male's passion reached his own level when it came to music. While he was trying with everything in him to be professional and an authority figure, he knew that any hope of that flew out the window when he came into the room and started praising the boy. He should have been worried that Izzy had broken into the classroom. He should have been asking questions on why he was here without some kind of supervision, but none of those things seemed to cross his mind. "Well." he started, the gears in his head seemed to visibly be spinning at this point. While he was sure that Ric had some kind of idea that Izzy was talented in some way, Ben wondered if he really knew just how talented he was. Or maybe he did know?
A soft laugh escaped him as he moved forward enough to lean against the side of the piano comfortably, anything but phased by the question that he was asked. He should have made a point to brush off the question, but he didn't think of that before his mouth started to form words. "I probably should be. I actually probably should be doing a lot of things right now." he commented in an amused tone, shooting the male a sort of rebel-looking smile. "But then I wouldn't have come across your talent." he added slowly, tilting his head as he watched the male with curiosity. |
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Sept 30, 2012 12:47:59 GMT -6
[style=background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2ebvgbl.jpg); width: 350px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; border-top: 10px solid #dd7777;] tag: ben; words: 646; outfit: linkA thousand promises that never seemed to help me before Isa smiled softly when Mr. West told him that he was talented. Once again, the shy teen was not sure he really believed that. He was decent at the piano, but that was from lots of practice. It did not exactly take talent. His voice was... okay; but, Iz did not think on it much past that. Maybe if he was not so shy about performing in front of others, he would have a less critical view of his own talents. At the question as to whether or not he could play it again, Izzy bit his lip lightly, his eyes focused on the keys of the piano. He knew that he could play it again, and he knew that the question had more or less been a request for him to do so. He just was not sure he would be able to without messing up completely. Playing in front of somebody else always made him nervous. He felt bad in not complying, though. After all, he had broken in to one of the teachers' classrooms after hours to play the piano. So, it would be wrong for him to just not because a teacher was in the room, right? Right. It was rude, very rude. It felt rude anyway. Izzy worried at his lower lip before he nodded a little and played at least a part of the song again, his focus never wavering as he started to get lost in the music, only to remember where he was and stop when he heard the teacher speaking again. He flushed a little at the mention of his talent again, biting his lip lightly as he studied his nails, not fully sure what to say. He never knew what to say or do, finding that going up to hide away in his dorm room was a much better idea. However, his worry of coming across rude or getting into trouble kept him in place. "I-I don't really like playing in class," he admitted with a shake of his head, turning it slightly so that his hair hid his face. "I don't sing in class, either. I-It m-mak-- I get too nervous." He replied, taking a deep breath as to keep himself from freaking out. "S-so, I come in here to practice a lot when no one's here. [/color]" He was not sure exactly why he was explaining himself to the teacher. He did not have any of Mr. West's classes; but, then, it was just the polite thing to do, right? " Playing relaxes m-me a lot." And it was true. Anyone who spent much time around Isa would know that generally he would have been stuttering even more than he was had he not had time to wind down from the stressors of the day. Honestly, if it was not for music, Izzy was pretty sure he would be in a constant state of panic where breathing and words would no longer be possible. He really did not like how easily he got scared by pretty much everything. It would have made things so much easier if he could just go to classes, made friends or anything else that was considered normal that Izzy obviously had difficult time with. The teen absently picked at his nail polish as he sat there before looking over at the Mr. West. " D'you play piano?" He wanted to get the focus off of him as much as possible, and figured he might as well ask. Just because the man taught music and guitar did not mean he knew how to play piano. His music teacher at home did not know how to, but that was a small town public school. Not that St. Helena's wasn't; though, it was a private school. It was a school for messed up kids, though, so who knew what their teachers were actually qualified for? [/font] [/div] this template was made by mouse do not steal. [/style][/center] |
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