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| Blood, sweat and tears IC; Do YOU have what it takes? | |
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| Topic Started: 1 Sep 2008, 01:21 PM (224 Views) | |
| Sugarholic | 1 Sep 2008, 01:21 PM Post #1 |
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Mata adjusted her hat, setting it to more of an angle as she stepped out of the car. “Have a good time, call me!” Her mother called as she walked around to the back of the car to retrieve her suitcase from the boot. “I will do mum, quit worrying.” Was her reply as she opened the boot, there being no wall between the back of the boot and the rest of the car, just the backs of the seats. Closing the boot she waved as her mum drove away before turning to look up at the building that was the Illusion Academy for the Performing Arts. Whoever had decided upon the stairs had obviously done so with an eye for architecture but without thought for the students who had to take their belongings up them. The impressive structure was three stories high, and made of the same sort of grey that the surrounding buildings were made of but with a wider and more ornate entrance of glass doors in an arch, which at the moment stood open to allow the arriving student to gain access to the main foyer unhindered. Tugging her tailored black waistcoat straight over her equally fitting capped sleeve white tee-shirt Malta began her way up the front steps. *** Amber stood in the entrance of the foyer, looking around at all the students coming and going in the now familiar atrium and corridors. Home. That was the word that almost described this place to her now. Smiling a little to herself she walked over to the large sign boards that were in the middle of the atrium. Most of the people currently in the large foyer were also gathered around these boards as they had printed on them which room was allotted to you. Her small stature made it almost impossible to see over people’s heads, but easier to squirm through the crowd. It wasn’t long until the small brunette was at the front locating her name quickly. Smoothing the front of her knee length floating skirt sub-consciously she was glad to see that she was in the same room as she had had last year. Not wanting to be in the crush any longer than needed Amber wriggled her way back out, not staying to scan and find out her room-mate. She figured she would find out soon enough. As she gathered her bag to take it down to her room, she was slightly annoyed to find that a strand of her plain brown hair had escaped from the bun she wore it in. Tucking it behind her ear she stood a moment in the sun that filtered in through the doors for a moment before taking the left corridor to find room 3.03 which, as she remembered despairingly, happened to be on the third and top floor. *** Malta was almost at the top of the stairs when one of her clutzy moments struck. In her eagerness to see what the Academy was really like, she forgot to pick up one of her feet high enough, and ended up sprawling on the stairs in a very ungraceful trip. In the process, the slightly-bigger-than-normal handbag, which had been slung just behind her right shoulder, decided that it would take advantage of this opportunity to spill the pages of handwritten music scores that had been contained within it. Flushing slightly, Malta scrambled to retrieve these pages before they underwent any serious mishaps. |
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| Frogg | 1 Sep 2008, 05:41 PM Post #2 |
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Lenore Sharike. Lemon Sharike. Lemondrop Sharike. Lemmi Sharike. Lenore couldn't decide which was best to use to introduce herself, Lenore was out for sure, it sounded like an old person name, Lemmi was a bit too ditzy for a girl like her, but Lemon and Lemondrop where kinda odd to use to introduce herself. She began panicking, "hello, I'm Lenore Sharike, but call me Lemon" she said to herself under her breath, not loud enough for her sister to hear. It still sounded odd. Oh, well, she'd figure things out. She looked up at the school, she was finally here. Illusion academy for preforming arts. "Come ON, Lemon, school? Hello? In. We have to go in to get there" Cheryl looked at her sister just standing there and staring, that spacey girl of blehness. She pulled a red earphone from her... well, her ear, where else? And walked in, right ear free to hear things, left listening to Rolling Star. She looked around, lets see... where that crowd is is probably where they posted the rooms and stuff... she thought, heading to the crowd and leaning back on her heels casually to raise herself slightly more above the other peoples heads on her five-inch platform sandals. "Lesseee... Damn, different room, I'll have to get used to being on the second floor.." she said to herself, swinging her large bag over her shoulder and making her way up the stairs to room 2.06, brushing a long strand of red hair from her eyes. Lenore snapped out of her awe to see that her sister was already walking up the stairs and hurried into the building. She found a corner where there where less people and pushed through self-consciously. 3.02... so she would be all the way on the third floor... she walked patiently up the stairs, and while her sister ended the trek on the second floor, she continued upwards, a large but not huge bag over her shoulder and her short pleated skirt ruffling about as she walked upwards. "H-hey, are you okay?" she stopped and asked, seeing a girl gathering up her papers, she looked like she had a bruise on her leg, but it didn't really look too horrible. "Here" she gathered up the rest of the papers lying on the ground into a stack and handed it to the girl, hoping they didn't have to be in any sort of order. She smoothed out her green T-shirt and smiled, thinking it would be best to introduce herself. "I'm Lenore Sharike, but... well, call me Lemon, okay?" |
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| Alunea | 1 Sep 2008, 06:12 PM Post #3 |
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Josien stepped through the schooldoor. She gasped. Ow gosh that school is BIG! She thought. She looked around. She walked a bit further. She looked on her paper. Room 3.02... Need a map first. She looked around and found one. She wasn't going to ask. Then she would feel even more new. She walked to the stairs. The third floor. Then she heard a ripping sound. She looked down. She had stepped on a sheet of paper. Music paper for sure. She looked up. Two girl were picking up papers from the ground. "I'm sorry."She said when she walked over to the girls and showed the paper. She picked up another paper and gave them to her. Would she introduce herself now? She gasped. "Uhm., my name is Josien van der Meer." |
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| Coco Chanel | 1 Sep 2008, 06:32 PM Post #4 |
 
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''One, two three, one, two, three!'' The teacher called out to the students. The rhythm of the song was very high beat, hip hop to be precise. The dance moves were very much street dancing and break-dancing. It was hard to register the moves at first but after a while you got into the flow. The hard part about it was singing at the same time. As usual she had a long solo. On she came to the front of the group, stage smile beaming. Voice began to sing in a very powerful way, that was what the song asked for. It echoed though the room, others singing the harmony backups. Once her vocal part was over she did a little solo dancing before skidding to the midst of the group once more. The bell rang clearly, early morning class was over. Last time she had checked she had some free time before her next period, singing. Yes she was a new girl, she just had an early lesson on that certain day. She hadn't met anyone yet apart from the people in her dance class. Great. Well she wasn't here to make friends, she was here to become a leading lady. On went her headphones. They were one of those medium sized sonys, the ones with the 80% sound blocking. She loved them, the sound quality was ever so rich. Taking them from around her neck and onto her ears she found a nice, quite isolated bench to sit by. Lovely... Edited by Coco Chanel, 2 Sep 2008, 12:26 PM.
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| SQJPure | 3 Sep 2008, 01:33 PM Post #5 |
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Evan jumped out the bus and covered his mouth as he watched it leave. It was a real pile of junk but he didn’t care. He was late. He’d missed his first class already. He examined his blue Nigerian poncho type top. It wasn’t actually Nigerian. He had created it himself but followed Nigerian colour designs, his bag which was black green and yellow and filled with matching beads sets around to provide contrast was designed for a Jamaican look. Regret started to build up inside him when he saw that everyone looked similar if not the same. He hadn’t even set foot inside the doors yet but he was already the odd one out. His father’s guitar didn’t help at all. Old and faded stickers covered the thick wooden guitar surface. Jazz clubs, night clubs anything to do with music in the 50’s was stuck there. It was a walking ad for the past. A past Evan wanted little of. He was the future of design, the future of dance. The guitar was just a bonus on his list of abilities. He walked up to the door and stared at the name of the college. Evan found himself being pushed into the school by the many people moving in and out. He hadn’t expected so many people at the school. Nervous for the first time Evan strummed on his guitar. He didn’t have lessons but it provided comfort to him when ever he felt worried, scare or overwhelmed. He wasn’t sure of his ext lesson but he first needed to calm himself down before he went on. This was his new home and he’d be spending most of time here. He needed to settle himself and enjoy it. He had a commune he had to go to afterwards. Evan played on as if waiting for something to happen though he knew it wouldn’t. His world started to spun in his head as he strummed on with his guitar. He played on until he felt confident about getting through the day and went to his next class. |
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| Ivy Vines | 4 Sep 2008, 10:16 PM Post #6 |
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Eponyn peeked into the room,it was the dance room. she continued down the hall. She walked faster down the hall not wanting to be the last one there. she found a room,kinda like a theatre room. there was a set up already. there was a person at the front of the room,sitting on the stage. "excuse me, is this the room for practice? you know,for The Phantom tobooth?" she asked stepping into the room. "yes it is,your early!"snapped the director. "really?" she looked at the clock above it was 8.she was suppose to be there at 8:45. "my bad -ill be back later. she slipped out of the room. she was casted as the spelling bee in Milo and the phantom toubooth. Edited by Ivy Vines, 4 Sep 2008, 10:17 PM.
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| looserlucy | 6 Sep 2008, 11:43 AM Post #7 |
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Sammy jumped off the bus, looking around at the largue building. He couldnt believe he was late, it was just his luck. Hauling his bag across his shoulder he began towards the door at a fast sprint, a few on-lookers giving him strange expressions but he couldnt care less. "im late im late" he kept telling himself, making his pace faster untill he reached the room he was supposed to be in. The recording room, and bursting through the door. "wow..sorry im late, the bus was..erm..late!" an awfull excuse for the truth, he slept in. "Sammy just get behind the mic, we need to finish this piece before the performance this-afternoon!" Nodding, he walked quickly into the recording booth and pulled on his headphones after dropping his bag. "keep your vocals straight and remember..we only have three shots at this so do your best..you cant let me down mate!" "sure sure" was his reply, waiting for the music to start before he began singing. |
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| Ivy Vines | 7 Sep 2008, 09:03 PM Post #8 |
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Eponyn sighed thinking about her horrid misspelled name...if her mother was going to name her after a character in a play- why such a common one? Eponine is how it was supposed to be spelled. But her mom changed it; she wanted a boy to name it Hamlit instead of Hamlet. She found her mother pathetic, and she was pretty much right. Les Miserable’s names were not good. |
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| Sugarholic | 15 Sep 2008, 02:59 AM Post #9 |
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Malta didn’t notice the new girl until she heard her voice. Taking the papers she stammered “Th-thanks. I’m fine. I just… uh… tripped” Malta blushed a little. Tripping up steps wasn’t exactly a graceful or sympathetic cause. It was just purely clutzy. “Lemon it is then,” She recovered with a smile. “I’m-” She was about to introduce herself when another new girl came up, holding a couple more music sheets. Malta’s blush deepened. “There’s no need. I really should put these in a file. Thank you, Josien.” Making the papers look as tidy as possible, with the ripped one on the top of the pile she made to put them back in her bag. “I’m Malta Khumprus. Pleased to meet you both.” Malta, whilst being good at music, was almost terribly shy when it came to people. Awkwardly she stood waiting for one of the others to say something. Amber hurriedly threw on her ballet stockings and uniform leotard. Black, with a silver zigzag down the left side. Not having time to re-do her hair she found a bobby pin and pinned the loose strand of hair back in place before wrapping a black chiffon skirt around her waist, grabbing both pairs of shoes by their ribbons and dashing out of the room. She was going to be late for class. She saw the three girls on the stairs and paused a moment. “Are you ladies ok? Can I help you to find anything?” She asked. Class could wait, she knew what being a new student was like and any help she could have gotten would have been appreciated. |
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| SQJPure | 23 Sep 2008, 01:32 AM Post #10 |
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Evan felt restless he wasn't for coming in late it tended to make him like a freak and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Bored Evan looked for an empty class room. He couldn't find one on the ground floor so he made his way up to the higher floor. On the second floor. Evan found found a suitable class room. It was a gorgeous theater class room mix with chairs and desks forming curved rows going upwards while looking down on a small stage. It was something Evan had only seen on the big screen. Evan changed from his Thons to an older pair of sneekers. The white rims was faded and the seems looks like they were tearing. Evan didn't mind though. They gave him the feel of Ballet shoes without the gay look. Evan did fifty calve pushes as his warm up and started skipping around the stage. He'd seen the move in a movie and had no idea if that was how it had worked. He hadn't come for ballet. He'd come to prove himself as a hip hop dancer. He stopped outside his back and poured the contents out onto a table. Three sketch pads poured out each pad filled with dozens upon dozens of clothing designs. A tiny MP3 player popped out and out followed an tiny pair of ear phones. Both were second hand and seeing that he ought them from a pawn shop in the ghetto they were most likely stolen. Chris brown started playing and Evan felt his body move to the beat. He didn't try and control it. Instead he followed behind his own movements as if pulled by string then when he felt stretched enough he began dancing. |
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| Frogg | 23 Sep 2008, 02:16 AM Post #11 |
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Lemon smiled "It's very nice to meet you" she said, blushing slightly, "I'm new here so I'm not quite used to things yet... I hope I'm not missing any classes or anything..." she laughed awkwardly. "I'd make conversation, but I'm crap at conversing..." she blushed deeper but smiled. Cher unlocked the door to her room and entered, her first class started a bit later than some of the others, so she had time to get settled in. "Ugh, I'm tired..." she flopped across her bed and dumped her bag out onto the ground, pencils and notebooks and old scripts and clothing landed in a pile on the ground by her bed. The notebooks all contained something different, every page that was visible from the bent position they had landed in had everything from fairies to police to spaceships. Most of the drawing weren't all that great, but the majority of the better ones had something to do with pirates. "Ew... I brought more stuff than I thought..." she began folding up the clothes and sticking notebooks on shelves and pencils back into their cases. She hated cleaning, but if she had a roommate it might be best to keep things tidy. |
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| Ivy Vines | 26 Sep 2008, 12:54 AM Post #12 |
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Eponyn looked and saw many people storming into the hall, all starting to line up in the door way. |
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| dareangel | 26 Sep 2008, 07:29 PM Post #13 |
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"It will be ok, just take it easy!"said her mother. "I know it will" exclaimed rachelle. She got out of the car and with a sigh, she looked at the school. "Back again for another year,I hope this year will be better than last year" she said to herself. She climbed the steps with a small amount of speed. "It will be ok" she said as she went in. She headed up the stairs and went threw the huge doors. (is that ok?) |
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| Ivy Vines | 29 Sep 2008, 06:18 PM Post #14 |
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(i think its good!) Someone walked past her, they bumped her into the wall. She rolled her eyes at them, if they needed to be rude they didnt need manners toward them. Eponyn walked by them and tripped them while pushing them down. She smiled over her shouldier. |
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