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Post by Nicki Burne Michigan on Sept 11, 2011 17:43:16 GMT -5
See, this why why Nicki normally skipped his eighth period class. Choir; it was something he detested with all of his heart, but he had needed to fill up another open slot in his schedule and really, freshmen didn't have many choices when it came it classes. So he had been stuck with choir. It wasn't that he disliked singing; no, he adored it, but he was just... well, he didn't like singing in front of other people. Thankfully, it was normally the glee club that did all the school-wide performances, and Nicki wasn't part of that. Choir just sang for the sake of singing, and he was okay with that, as long as he got a backup part. Sadly, fate seemed against him today. He had attended the damn class for once, and the professor – in a sad attempt to give him some motivation to appear more often – had saddled him with the main vocalist part in a song. It wasn't even a song he liked! Well, he admit that he had respect for the band, but... the song itself? The lyrics brought an amused smile to his lips as he sat in the choir room, completely alone, eyes skimming through the sheet of paper that the teacher had handed him before leaving. Well, he assumed that the professor would be back eventually; she had probably just gone to get coffee or something... but as long as he was alone, maybe it was a good time to practice. Mainly so he wouldn't make a fool of himself in front of everyone tomorrow. The choir teacher had been right in a way; being given a leading part had (if not given him motivation) forced him to attend class. Yes, he'd be coming tomorrow, and no, he wouldn't be falling flat on his face due to not practicing.
Because he was a shy little girl, and he needed to get over his stage fright.
Well, that was what his counselor said... it hadn't really comforted him much. Maybe the goal hadn't been to comfort him, though, he thought as he set up the microphone on its stand. Maybe the goal had been to give him a name, a name that he would desperately want to prove wrong. If that was the goal, then it had worked. Nicki wasn't a shy little girl; he wasn't a girl in general (though some people that heard him sing assumed that he was...), and he wouldn't stand to be called one. He kicked the stand lightly, frustrated. Singing angry was never good, yet at the same time it was. It occurred to him that though he loved singing with all his heart, he hadn't had much training in it. It was just raw love for the activity, and, of course, a pretty girl's voice that made it possible. He had memorized most of the lyrics by now, so he set the sheet of paper to the side, crouching down to work the stereo and get some background music. Taking a deep breath, he stood up again, hesitantly singing into the microphone.
”... shadow on my backseat.” He had already chimed in late, missing the first few words. His pathetic first attempt made him cringe, but he kept going. He was alone, so it wasn't like anyone could hear him, right? Probably wrong. The walls in the choir room weren't very good. “World wide from Cimmaron to Turkey.” Some of the lines he was just blindly singing, others he was really listening to himself. This was why it was better to sing alone; he could mess up and no one would yell at him. No one would tell him that he wasn't perfect, that he should try harder and be more like his older siblings. “Open up say everybody loves me.” The lyrics made him giggle, the sound echoing through the stereos on either side of him. He hated when microphones did that, but his voice wasn't loud enough to project on its own.
“Got love for the people that have warned you. God love all your sentimental virtue. Eight balls with the takers that'll make you. Lay cards with the lovers that'll hate you!” The song sounded odd with his soprano voice bouncing all around the walls, yet it sounded right, somehow. He was in the middle of collapsing in a fit of laughter when he realized that for once, he was actually having fun. When had his last fun day been? Years ago? This was honest to goodness fun, and he wasn't about to pass up the chance. ”And you don't have to make a sound, they got what you need.” He fought to sing the lyrics, which were being punctured by the fits of giggles. Why did he only laugh when he was alone? The laughter he showed around others was just so artificial; was he really as shy as everybody said he was? He liked to think that he wasn't, but... he could never be sure, you know? ”Make you say; oh my, feels just like I don't try. Looks so good I might die.” Even with all the punctures and giggles and stops in his singing, not once did he get off beat. ”All I know is everybody loves me.”
It was such an... ironic thing. For this freshman to be singing this, when in reality, didn't everybody hate him? He was pushed around and stepped on, shoved into lockers and thrown to the ground when he got in someone's way. He was just fresh meat in the eyes of most of the other students, and he hated it. Right now, though, that all seemed like part of the past. This was fun, and he could worry about his life later, right? He should do this more often. Hell, maybe he would do this more often, as long as the choir room as empty. ”Head down, swaying to my own sound. Flashes in my face now.” Sure, maybe he was a shy little girl that hid behind his hands whenever a stranger talked to him, maybe he was pushed around, but did it really matter? Now, if this was an amazing and inspirational message, Nicki would say that no, nothing mattered as long as he got to sing. But it did matter. This was highschool, of course your social ranking mattered! He would be crazy if he said it didn't. ”All I know is everybody loves me.”
It wasn't true for the freshman, but hell, did it make a good song.
notes longer than I expected it to be... oh, and I assume it's after school
lyric credits everybody loves me by one republic
tagged jet and his awesome search for bandmates
clothes gray sweater, black jeans, white beret, black hiking boots
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Post by GIDEON JET THOMAS on Sept 11, 2011 21:05:24 GMT -5
Jet was feeling especially good. Normally come the end of the day his spirits had been sucked out of him and pushed through some kind of meat-grinder for spirits, but he had avoided that. He was extremely phoneless at the moment - having smashed his from the rooftop - and that mostly meant no life-sucking phone calls from his dear old father. He had also taken an impromptu break from his favourite class. Business law. And not only was Jet feeling good today, but he was also feeling cocky and a little bit sarcastic. Which, of course, was nothing unusual for him.
Jet had figured out earlier this year that the first floor was a great place to pick up a good time. Considering the 100's rooms were down here, it was normally flooded with freshmen. Jet knew, by experience, that freshmen were verging on desperate to go out with someone older. Whether it was because it helped them fit in, or just because they figured they were more experienced, it was true. It was easier for him, too, because he generally didn't have to see them much afterwords. In fact, he had successfully made some plans for this weekend with some red-haired girl. Rita? Risa? Didn't matter. He only hoped that she didn't expect him to hang around after that - he never did. Relationships weren't his thing. Being tied down to anything really wasn't his thing. If he wasn't able to make his own choices without severely hurting somebody else's feelings then he didn't appreciate it. In all fairness, Jet never failed to warn them so it wasn't much of a surprise. Still, some made some strange attempt to 'train' him. Or something.
The dirty blonde was just passing the choir room when he heard a voice. He paused, his lips curling up at the sides. Not only was it just a voice, but it was singing. Well. For a few moments Jet simply lingered, listening to the female singing one of his favourite songs. Every now and then a giggle could be heard, giving him the impression that she must be having fun. A thought popped into his head as he listened. He was looking for members for a band.
He took a breath and opened the door, his eyes searching the room for the singer. Her back was turned to him. She had short, black-brown hair almost hidden under a white hat. "Cute.." It was the last chorus, and Jet couldn't help but join in. Any chance to impress, right?
"All I know is everybody loves me. Everybody, everybody." For a moment he realized he was impressed with the harmony. Everybody!" It was then he caught sight of the singer. He blinked, and registered a serious misunderstanding. She was a he
[/i]. Huh. His last note fell flat. "Whoah!"--- Word count: 468. Muse: Pretty good, actually. Other: For some reason I have began to fail at getting my word count up .__. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Nicki Burne Michigan on Sept 12, 2011 17:35:05 GMT -5
If Nicki had simply been sitting and doing homework when Jet had busted in, he would have blushed. As he had been singing when Jet busted in and sang along, he stifled a gasp, blushing even more furiously and almost tripping over his own feet in his scramble to put the stand away. He considered himself lucky that he hadn't been dancing when the junior had burst in, because if that happened... well, Nicki would probably be dead by now. Cause of death? Intense embarrassment, possible self-destruction. Nicki turned to look to Jet, still blushing. Why had someone else chosen to come in at that moment? It was embarrassing, it really was! He hated singing in front of other people, and when other people burst into a room and started singing with him? Well... normally, he would have ran out of the room by now to hide in the bathroom for a few hours, but... Well, something odd had happened. Odd, because it had never happened to Nicki before. Jet's singing had actually sounded nice, there was good harmony, and their different tones of voice blended well. But the odd thing... the odd thing was that Nicki had enjoyed singing with someone else. Well, the blend of two voices. Just sort of! That had been nice, but seeing another person psychically run into a room while he was singing? Not so nice. It had been quite the extravagant entrance, too. Like Jet had been performing for someone.
”... Why 'whoah'?” he asked quietly, looking nervously at Jet. Had he done something wrong? Was he a horrible singer? He had thought that he had been quite good, but who was he to judge himself? A feeling of panic was starting to rise in his chest. He had done badly, he was going to fall on his face during choir tomorrow. He forced himself to take a deep breath, shuffling his feet nervously and staring at the ground. No, he wasn't going to fail. He was just being paranoid; it would be okay. ”Uhm... did you want something?” he said, timid. Oh, this had been a bad idea... he could have just practiced the song in his dorm and avoided this awkward little encounter, right? Maybe that would have been better...
He chewed on his lip, resting the microphone on his hip as he looked up at the other student. Nicki hadn't seen him in any classes, so he was probably a different grade, but which one? Sabal was a big school, and someone who was as low on the social ladder as Nicki was could only name a few people, and just in his own grade. So why would he have been able to recognize Jet? Hell, he didn't even the negative rumors about anyone at this school. He twirled his finger around the wire connecting the microphone to the wall, dark eyes watching the other male's face. ”You're good at singing,” he said, wary of the older student. For all he knew, Jet could have been making fun of him by joining in. Well, at least it wasn't physical bullying... yet. In Nicki's perspective, the older kids were like... sharks? Well, something predatory and unpredictable, which wasn't surprising. Everyone here was an animal in more than one sense of the word.
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Post by GIDEON JET THOMAS on Sept 12, 2011 18:24:56 GMT -5
Jet cocked his head at the gi- er, boy. He definitely seemed to be young, and, considering Jet had not seen him around before, he generally assumed he must be a freshmen or a sophomore. His face was flushed as if he was embarrassed to have had his private singing session interrupted by some stranger. Jet figured he could understand where he came from, but couldn't say he would have felt the same. Jet would have loved to have someone burst into song with him. And though that may be true, it was certainly true that he wasn't feeling embarrassed in the current situation. He mistook some poor guy for a girl. And thought he was cute!
Jet let out an awkward cough, and couldn't bring himself to meet eye contact with the boy. He considered simply walking out and leaving him to himself again. Instead he took a couple steps into the room, and closed the door behind him. Jet unconsiously bit his lip, and concentrated on looking at everything but the freshmen. He glanced at the stands. A few instrument cases littered the floor. Despite his attempts to appear nonchalent, Jet figured he appeared more awkward than desireable. In fact, he almost died with relief when the boy broke the silence.
"... Why 'whoah'?"
Jet's heart briefly sunk, but he brushed it off. He did fall flat, which honestly never happened. Perhaps it had come off as conversational? "Er, I was just going with the song. Did I fall flat? I'm, uh, normally much better." He rambled on a bit feeling like a fish out water. Where was his damn charisma when he needed it? He looked up as the boy spoke again. "Oh, yeah. Well, sort of. I heard you singing, and, well, I'm trying to get a band together. Kind of figured you could be useful.. You know, join it and stuff."
"You're good at singing."
The compliment caught Jet off-guard, but, at the same time, set him back on track. He already knew he was good at singing, but it was certainly nice to hear someone else agree with him. Especially when he had been trying to impress them - even if they turned out to be an unexpected gender.
"Oh, thanks," he said, shrugging his shoulders in a modest fashion. He continued with a hopefully appealing smile. "You are too. Have a nice tone to harmonize with. Thought you were a girl there." He was in the middle of an encouraging laugh when he realized what slipped out. Whoops... "I mean, not that you are a girl. Er. You just. Uh... Nice voice..." His ran his hand through his hair awkwardly. Now it was his turn to blush.
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Word count: 460.
Muse: Decent.
Other: So. Awkward.
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Post by Nicki Burne Michigan on Sept 12, 2011 22:38:05 GMT -5
Maybe Jet really had fallen flat on the note, because yes, Nicki had mistaken that 'whoah' for a word that wasn't part of the song. Of course, he didn't know the song very well yet, so no one could blame him, but... ”Oh... uh, was it part of the song?” he asked, blushing. Yeah, but. He had read the lyrics and memorized most of them, why had he missed the whoah? That was pretty silly of him, when he thought about it. Nicki's memory was normally in tip-top shape, being young and active, so it was surprising to him that he had forgotten something... after all, he had spent an hour reading it over before he sang. Though, the freshman was more than a little surprised by the whole talk about a band. He didn't even know this guy's name, and yet Jet wanted him to be in his band? That just didn't make sense to Nicki, unless Jet was some sort of ultra-creepy stalker guy... but Nicki was just fresh meat to the older kids, why would anyone stalk him, let alone ask him to be in a band? But Jet had called him useful, which made him think that he would just be one of many backup singers, or something. In an odd way, he would be okay with that... even though he despised working in groups, so he should probably just decline the whole band offer in general. Jet could go elsewhere if he wanted to find backup singers, though it wouldn't hurt to clarify things. After all, what reputation did he have to defend?
”So... just to make this clear,” he started, taking a deep breath. What was said next might have come out a little too fast. ”You-want-me-to-be-a-backup-singer-for-your-new-band?” Stage fright and Nicki... that couldn't end well, it really couldn't. However, what came next surprised him even more.
”You... thought... I... was... a.... girl?” he asked, the words coming out painfully slowly compared to his previous question. Someone... thought he was a girl? He just couldn't wrap his head around the words. He was unconsciously blocking out the other things that Jet was saying, his mouth wide open and his eyes staring blankly at the tiled floor as he tried to understand. He knew that there were cross dressers in this school, even some transsexuals, but Nicki wasn't one of them. He was a guy, and nothing would ever change that. Sure, he had a soft and high voice, but there was nothing else girly about him, right? He was painfully short, but a lot of people were, and no one mistook them for girls! Why would Jet think he was a girl? A fucking girl! He must have been upset, because little Nicki never swore, not even in his head. ”Why...?” he managed to choke out, looking up at Jet. This was so confusing. So confusing.
It was probably just made worse by the sudden thought that Jet blushing was mildly attractive.
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Post by GIDEON JET THOMAS on Sept 12, 2011 23:15:20 GMT -5
"You... thought... I... was... a.... girl?"
Jet flinched as every word came out. Needless to say, the brief moment where he had regained his charm had vanished once he let that slip. "Fuck!" Was was the matter with him? Only ten minutes ago he was king of the world, planning for the weekend with that Regan girl. Or.. whatever her name was. It really didn't matter. She would be the one calling him, anyway. But, for some reason, he had lost every last pound of his charisma in this situation. He wasn't used to this, and it made him feel.. lost. He narrowed his eyes at the floor with both annoyance and confusion.
"Why...?"
Jet's head snapped back up to the freshmen. He opened his mouth to respond out of habit, but no words came to mind. He slowly closed it again, and bit his lip awkwardly. He was definitely out of his element now. He absent-mindedly picked at a thread from his jeans that was becoming unraveled. "I'll have to pick up a new pair..." he thought to himself.
"Uh.." he mumbled, searching desperately for words that refused to come to mind, "It was really just your voice. I think I mentioned that... but I guess you... I dunno. Your back was turned." He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair again. "Look, I don't know what to say. Sorry, man. I can see you're pretty offended. I guess I would be too. Just associated high notes coming from the choir room with a chick, I guess."
He turned to leave. What good was it going to do to stay here? He'd probably just do more damage. But a small voice inside refused to let him leave without an argument. The freshmen had a good voice. One that would really help the band out. Perhaps he knew an instrument too? Or, maybe, was at least willing to learn? Jet closed his eyes for a brief moment, and turned back to the freshmen with an apologetic smile, willing it to work.
"We got off on the wrong foot. My bad," he said, and extended his arm, "The name's Jet." Behind his back, he crossed his fingers. Maybe, just maybe, he could still smooth things over.
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Word count: 385.
Muse: It's all over the place right now.
Other: Shooort. :/.
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Post by Nicki Burne Michigan on Sept 13, 2011 14:38:34 GMT -5
Nicki just had to calm himself down, that was all. ”Give me a minute,” he said slowly, taking deep breaths. He wasn't exactly paying attention to what he was saying, and for all he knew, his plea may have come out in Korean. Actually, it was quite possible that it had; when Nicki was depressed or hyper or generally experiencing strong emotions, he tended to unconsciously switch over to his native language. The freshman closed his eyes, trying to pull himself back into the present situation. Well, the part of it that didn't involve him being mistaken as a female. Him, mistaken as a female? That was... awkward, but not offensive. Right, it was Jet's fault that he hadn't been paying attention. Though if it involved his body, Nicki wasn't really sure that he wanted Jet to be paying attention... or did he? He opened his eyes, blushing at that thought. No, that was weird, why would he want a guy paying attention to him? Nicki was pretty sure that he was straight... well, it wasn't like he had ever been in a relationship before, so how would he know, anyway? He hadn't even had a crush on anyone before... he was just sadly inexperienced in that department. Right, time for a topic change. He didn't like the track that his mind was on at the moment.
”No, it's okay... I'm not offended,” he said, not looking at Jet. This, he was sure, was in English. However, when Jet extended his hand, Nicki had to look at his face. Shit, this was awkward... his eyes were still wider than usual, and a faint blush was still lingering on his cheeks. Well, if Nicki had looked at himself, maybe he would have understood why Jet mistook him as a girl. It's a good thing that there weren't any mirrors in the choir room, because he probably would have freaked out if he saw himself. He hadn't exactly been paying attention to what he was wearing when he got dressed this morning, being half asleep and all, so he hadn't realized how feminine it was yet. The beret just made it worse, but honestly, that was only because his hair was messed up and sticking up around his head. When he hadn't washed it in a while, it didn't get too greasy. Instead, it got really tangled and curly, which annoyed him, but whatever. He should probably pay attention to Jet, seeing as he was talking again.
Wrong foot was an understatement. Jet had burst in randomly, embarrassed Nicki and mistaken him for a female, then proceeded to introduce himself. Well, Nicki didn't want to look like he was an idiot, so he took Jet's hand, shaking it and then letting go, his hand falling uselessly to his side. ”My name's Nicki,” he said, looking back at the floor. Jet had never answered his question about the band... had he?
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Post by GIDEON JET THOMAS on Sept 14, 2011 0:14:52 GMT -5
As soon as the freshmen grabbed his hand, Jet felt a wave of relief wash over him. The awkward seemed to dissapear, and his normal self seemed to takeover. Apparently Jet was useless in awkward situations. Jet smiled at the freshmen - Nicki - as he introduced himself as well. They seemed to be back on track again, and Jet felt as if a new start could now take place.
"So about the band, then. Your vocals would obviously be an asset. Unless you'd wanna take lead singer -" Jet pause ever so briefly, almost praying that Nicki would not take that into consideration, before he continued, "you would probably be some kind of backup singer."
Although the backup singers were always nice, Jet wasn't so sure he would want more than one in the band. And, if Nicki was willing to learn an instrument - or, even better, already knew one - then it would be all the better. Of course, Jet would be more than willing to teach him guitar, or bass if he preferred. Although the blonde junior was less talented at bass, he knew enough to teach a beginner. Unfortunately, it was also Jet's least favourite instrument to play so he was reluctant to even offer himself to the position.
"You play anything? Guitar, drums? Keyboard, even?" Jet watched Nicki's face carefully, searching for some sort of recognition in it, "Or, would you be willing to learn something? I can probably teach you a thing or two. I'm pretty great at it, myself."
Jet's heart briefly sunk as he briefly realized that Nicki may not be interested in the band at all. He worked his brain frantically to try and get the boy more involved, or at least willing to join it. "We don't even have a name, to be honest. And 'we' mostly refers to me. You could get the ball rolling, though. Help me name it. Recruit members. Find out who plays what."
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Word count: 331.
Muse: Gone. xD.
Other: /uber flinch. Sorry for the crap post. /siigh. Choir killed me tonight.
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Post by Nicki Burne Michigan on Sept 14, 2011 19:36:04 GMT -5
Nicki smiled a genuine smile, which in itself was pretty odd. The whole band thing sounded fun, but… ”I definitely wouldn’t take lead singer,” he said, restraining a shudder at the thought of it. Of course, he wasn’t sure about being a back-up singer either. Wasn’t sure that he would even join the band. The freshman despised performing for other people, hated it with all of his heart. He just froze up, couldn’t make a sound. He had tried doing something for the talent show when he had been a lot younger, and the typical thing happened. You heard this story so many times from so many people, but little Nicki had just froze, his vocal chords refusing to make noise. He had even had a hard time mumbling “sorry” and getting himself off the stage; he was just so pathetic. How he would ever survive in a band, he had no idea. Though he had to admit, it sounded kind of nice… that was, if the band ever got good. If they all just feel flat on their face, Nicki’s non-existent reputation would probably turn sour within the minute.
”No… I don’t play anything,” he mumbled, embarrassed. Had he been expected to play something? When he had been a lot younger, his parents had tried to get him violin lessons, but there had been that whole freezing up thing again. He couldn’t even practice a simple song in front of his teacher without blushing and mumbling an apology. What was wrong with him, anyway? Maybe the band would be a good way to get out of his shell, to prove to himself that he wasn’t just some hermit crab that stayed holed up in his home all day. The pika had never been more motivated to do something he knew he’d probably fail at. ”Yeah, learning sounds good…” he said quietly. He was carrying out a conversation with this guy, right? And they had sang together for about ten seconds… maybe his stage fright wouldn’t kick in during the lessons. No, not maybe… hopefully.
The smile peeked its head again, shy. ”I’m not really good at recruiting members… I mean, not many people like freshmen like me. But I could help you name it?” Nicki did have a creative side to him, even if it didn’t show much. Of course, he didn’t know that much about the band itself, what type of image Jet was going for, yadda yadda. This would be… fun, was that the right word for it? No, maybe eventful was more fitting for the current situation.
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Post by GIDEON JET THOMAS on Sept 14, 2011 23:54:25 GMT -5
Jet laughed - just a little - at Nicki's opinion on lead singer. He could tell from his body language that this was by far not what he had expected - and definitely not wanted - to do. Which suited Jet just fine as he was hoping to claim that spot for himself unless, of course, he found a more suitable person for that position. He glanced back up at Nicki as the boy admitted to not playing any instruments. His spirits had only been dampened for a second when Nicki continued on to say he was willing to learn.
"Awesome," Jet smiled, looking around at the stray instruments, "Anything you'd like to learn? Bass, maybe? Or just normal guitar? Could be the lead guitarist." Jet shrugged his shoulders, searching Nicki's face for anything that could have possibly perked his interest. He scanned the choir room once again hoping to see anything that resembled a guitar, but, unfortunately, the few cases that were there were closer to flutes, or clarinets. Oh well. Jet had a decent collection of instruments of his own.
Jet noticed another smile cross Nicki's face. Honestly, the fact that the freshmen was clearly edging his way closer to being comfortable around a stranger made Jet feel just slightly better. Jet gave Nicki a wry grin as he explained his predicament with recruiting.
"Well, Nicki, you will certainly know more of the younger grades than I do. And, honestly, I can't see them hating you more than myself. I've, uh, well I've got around just a little bit. Not exactly popular with some of them to say the least," he chuckled, and ran his hand through his hair. "As for the naming, your help is certainly welcome. I honestly haven't a clue. I just know it has to be slightly random that sounds awesome."
Just then his eyes caught sight of a familiar-looking object. Yes. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, and bent down to open the leather case. Inside was a slightly worn-out acoustic guitar. Written across the side was a faded out #7. A flimsy, green pick was at the bottom of the case. Jet fished it out, and slid it across the strings. The blonde-haired junior physically flinched as the sound that came out was far from tuned.
"Needs a little work," he joked, grinning at Nicki.
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Word count: 403.
Muse: Actually pretty good!
Other: Yupp. :P
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Post by Nicki Burne Michigan on Sept 15, 2011 22:47:22 GMT -5
The freshman wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to play. ”Uhm... is bass easy?” he asked quietly, watching Jet. He didn't mean to sound lazy, but if it was too hard he'd probably sound bad. After all, he didn't have that much time to learn, did he? Well, actually, he wasn't sure about that... he should probably ask Jet, but he couldn't bring himself to. He didn't want to sound whiny or childish, when they had already gotten off on the wrong foot. No, they hadn't even got off on any foot. The relationship had started by falling on its face, and Nicki didn't want to mess it up any more than it already was. So he would limit his questions from now on; he could do that. If he worked hard, he might even be able to sound like he knew what he was talking about some of the time, right?
Honestly, Nicki didn't know many of the other freshmen, but he wasn't about to say so. He had about two friends in his grade, and maybe four or five friends in all the other grades combined, so you couldn't exactly call him a social butterfly. Jet probably knew a lot more people than he did, but what did he mean by he got around...? The tiny freshman thought back to all the conversations he had ever had, and even the mutters in the hallways, but he couldn't really think of anything... and then someone came to mind. ”Does that mean you're a slut?” he asked, his innocent eyes wide, the word thrown around carelessly, as if he almost didn't know what it meant. ”And people don't like that?” No matter how many times he had sworn to keep silent when it came to questions, he was pretty much laying out his entire thought process in front of Jet. ”But why wouldn't the freshmen like you...?” That, sadly, he couldn't work out on his own. Poor Jet, forced to listen to an innocent freshman muse about subjects that he was horribly inexperienced in.
Nicki frowned, his nose crinkling as he sat down in one of the many folding chairs that were scattered around the room. A name... that had to be slightly random... well, he couldn't think of anything right now. The pika shifter definitely needed more than a few seconds to think. Sure, he might take a while to do things, but he normally came up with something good eventually. If it applied to math problems and class projects, it would probably apply to coming up with a band name too. Nicki's brain just worked more slowly, even if his answers were normally above and beyond. He watched Jet as the junior got out the guitar, not even blinking when it produced a horrible sound. He knew enough about music that he knew it shouldn't sound that way, but it didn't really bother him. He didn't have any personal ties to the sound, so it didn't hurt him like it seemed to be hurting Jet. When the older boy grinned, Nicki hesitantly smiled back. He was nice enough so far... so maybe this band thing would work out in the end.
”Can the instrument be fixed?” he asked, almost like he was talking about an injured baby animal. Something that required concern and care, not just a piece of polished wood with some strings attached. Though, what with his lack of musical knowledge, he probably actually was treating the hunk of wood like an animal, not knowing any better.
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