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Post by Claire DeLour on Dec 28, 2005 19:05:15 GMT -5
*Claire continued smiling. She was an actress and therefore had to know how to convince people of her feelings, masking the real ones..*
I'm fine Dove, really!
*She giggled, as she normally would.*
OoC: Q-tip!!!!!! I love it, lol!
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Post by Benjamin Collins on Dec 28, 2005 19:55:58 GMT -5
Ben stood behind claire and placed his hand on her shoulder, "You're not such a good liar." He said in her ear. He came in front of her, "May i have this dance?"
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Post by Claire DeLour on Dec 28, 2005 20:03:29 GMT -5
*Claire turned around.*
Maybe not to you.
*She laughed*
Of course you may!
OoC: I probably should've said this before, but Claire really is good at hiding the truth when she wants to. She can mask her emotions really well to everybody except Kevin because he can read her thoughts, so it doesn't really work, lol. So ya, sorry about that, my fault!
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Post by Benjamin Collins on Dec 28, 2005 20:11:25 GMT -5
(OOC:Maybe so, but after reading what happend before, you can kind of get a sense that she was uncomfortable without reading what you thought, but what ever too late anyway.)
BIC: "Well, then let's." Ben said as he tok her hand and took a step out onto the floor.
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Post by Claire DeLour on Dec 28, 2005 20:27:37 GMT -5
OoC: Good point, I forgot about that, lol!
BiC:
*Ben led Claire out onto the Dance floor and she smiled up at him. Taking his hand, she moved her's onto his shoulder *
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Post by Benjamin Collins on Dec 28, 2005 20:31:33 GMT -5
Ben placed his hand on Claire's waist, "Now, let's see if I remember how to do this, shall we?" He said as he began at his attempt at dancing.
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Post by Claire DeLour on Dec 28, 2005 20:32:43 GMT -5
You'll do fine, Ben, you're a wonderful dancer!
*She held his hand and smiled as they began to move gracefully around the hall in perfect sync with the beat of the song.*
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Post by Benjamin Collins on Dec 28, 2005 20:36:28 GMT -5
Ben smiled and looked at Claire and his feet, making sur ehe didn't step on hers, "Well I can only thank you for that my dear." he said in the best english accent he could manage to get out.
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Post by Claire DeLour on Dec 29, 2005 0:21:42 GMT -5
*Claire laughed and tried her English accent out, but a tiny bit of her French accent still stuck.*
But of course it was my pleasure kind sir!
*She smiled as they danced and talked. She was comfortable talking and dancing with Ben, just having fun.*
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Post by damondarkweather on Dec 29, 2005 0:47:52 GMT -5
Amora laughed. "How many girls do you get with that smile, Mr. Darkweather?" she asked, smiling back at him, gorgeously. She nodded as he explained everything to her, and she got it right away. "Nifty." she commented in a good way, mind you, going over it and saying it in her head once more. She got the routine in her mind and nodded again. "I do believe I get it." she said, smiling a bit. She stood up, for she was bending on her knees.. and unruffled her dress a bit, she spun around making sure it was all shaken out and straight again. He placed his hand on his knees and pushed himself out of his crouch. He casually smoothed the wrinkles out of his green cargo pants with the palms of his hands, he then shot a playful grin at Amora. He chuckled softly and assumed a mock defensive posture when she asked about his smile. Damon's dark sapphire eyes shimmered as the bright light reflected off them, he settled this shimmering gaze directly into Amora's eyes. A thin innocent smile formed on his lips and he answered her in a surprised tone of voice, [shadow=red,left,300]"What's that?. My smile you say? Well, I'm not sure actually." [/shadow] He laughed softly and slightly inclined his right eyebrow while assuming a playful smirk. [shadow=red,left,300]"I could say the same for your's as well, that is if you'd not take offense." [/shadow] He quickly changed the subject seamlessly moving on to the subject of the electronics he'd set up. "You do know that I'm appreciative for your help." He motioned to the first year he had sent over to get her attention, "That one was a bit nervous at the thought of controlling the display." He ran a hand through his silky raven black hair uncovering the left side of his face, then he tossed his head smoothing out the mussed strands of hair. A wide friendly smile formed on his lips and his dark sapphire eyes held mirth as he asked, "If need my assistance when you perform...." He had cast a quick glance at her equipment before returning his eyes to her and continuing... "You only need but ask. I'll be more than happy to offer my assistance." He casually shrugged his powerful shoulders, "You know, since you were kind enough to offer me your help." He swiveled his head toward the stage when Rachel and her band began playing their hard rock song. He smiled and began bobbing his head to the beat, that's when he spotted Aaralyn enter the Hall in a lovely sapphire dress. He glanced at Amora and motioned toward Aaralyn with his head. [shadow=red,left,300]"Isn't she absolutely breathtaking? I'd love to just sweep her up into my arms this very moment, but it would ruin my surprise."[/shadow] He looked down at his attire which consisted of a tight white Dead Kennedy's t-shirt -that just had a large DK symbol on the back, green cargo pants, and his chrome heeled boots. He frowned while glancing at his clothes, [shadow=red,left,300]" I hope she doesn't mind my casual attire, but I did dress to perform."[/shadow] |
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Post by Amora Preston on Dec 29, 2005 1:13:22 GMT -5
Amora smiled. "No offence taken.. but it's not true." she said, and she continued. She laughed. "Silly first years." she smiled and considered his offer. "You any good on the 6 string.. or guitar?" she asked him.
Amora quickly went over what she was supposed to do once more and looked up and around. "She is quite beautiful.. if only.." she began thinking about Leonard and it kind of crushed her, she was going to be stood up. She sighed. She looked at Aaralyn once more.
She sensed her was having a bit of thought about his clothing.. "I've got an idea.. if you don't like it.. just wave your wand at your clothes." she said, and she waved her wand gently over his body while nobody was looking.. he looked pretty nifty now, he looked ready to perform, yet formal enough to impress his date.
It was, of course, black with different designs on it. It was very comfortable too, she had some of the same material she always wore. "Hope that works for you. And sorry to intrude" she said, trying to help him out. She closed her eyes and gently blowed out of her mouth, letting out some of the exess breath. "'Kay then.. I do believe I am ready." she said, she need not be scared yet. She was still just so nervous.
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Post by Aquarius Skye Potter on Dec 29, 2005 1:20:39 GMT -5
Aqua giggled happily. "Alright, lets go dance!" She said with a bright smile. Pulling Tom somewhat tward the center. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she waited for Tom to catch up and lead.
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Post by damondarkweather on Dec 29, 2005 1:45:04 GMT -5
Amora smiled. "No offence taken.. but it's not true." she said, and she continued. She laughed. "Silly first years." she smiled and considered his offer. "You any good on the 6 string.. or guitar?" she asked him. Amora quickly went over what she was supposed to do once more and looked up and around. "She is quite beautiful.. if only.." she began thinking about Leonard and it kind of crushed her, she was going to be stood up. She sighed. She looked at Aaralyn once more. She sensed her was having a bit of thought about his clothing.. "I've got an idea.. if you don't like it.. just wave your wand at your clothes." she said, and she waved her wand gently over his body while nobody was looking.. he looked pretty nifty now, he looked ready to perform, yet formal enough to impress his date. It was, of course, black with different designs on it. It was very comfortable too, she had some of the same material she always wore. "Hope that works for you. And sorry to intrude" she said, trying to help him out. She closed her eyes and gently blowed out of her mouth, letting out some of the exess breath. "'Kay then.. I do believe I am ready." she said, she need not be scared yet. She was still just so nervous. He placed his right hand on his chin when she asked if he was any good on guitar. He tapped the place just below his lip while thinking how different a violin and guitar really were. He turned his head slightly to the left and frowned, [shadow=red,left,300]"I'm not quite sure actually. I've never played a guitar before, however, I'm quite the talented violinist." [/shadow] He slightly inclined his thin eyebrows and shrugged, [shadow=red,left,300]"But that wouldn't be much help now would it?"[/shadow] Amora had waved her wand over his clothes and changed their appearance to something a bit more formal. He glaced at his new threads, smiled, and laughed softly. [shadow=red,left,300]"I hadn't thought of that."[/shadow] he returned his dark sapphire eyes to Amora and smiled brightly. [shadow=red,left,300]"Thanks, really. I'll keep my informal attire for the moment, and after I perform, I'll change my clothes to something more appropriate."[/shadow] He pulled his glossy black wand from his belt loop and waved it over his clothes reverting them back to normal. A playful smirk formed on his lips and he laughed softly, [shadow=red,left,300]Amora, you're a life saver. I was too bloody wrapped up in my performance that I'd entirely forgot about that charm."[/shadow] |
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Post by Amora Preston on Dec 29, 2005 3:38:12 GMT -5
Amora smiled a bit. "They're not alike, I play the violin as well.. hm, I do believe I can use a violinist though... Can you place Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls? Because I believe the Violin would be a good sub for a couple of the instruments in it.. then I can bring out my manndelin.. and do the parts of that." she said, thinking about it. She was going to have a real good time with her performance tonight. She had alot of things planned. She glanced around, nervously and very fidgety
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Post by damondarkweather on Dec 29, 2005 5:12:05 GMT -5
He placed his right hand onto the back of his neck and massaged the base of neck. He squinted narrowly as he thought back to the muggle musical groups he had heard of in his travels. The one and only thing he was fond of in muggle culture was music, and he was quite educated in it. Every other facet of muggle culture bored him, he found muggles themselves to be of little value –his father had taught him that. He searched his memory for the name that Amora mentioned and he drew a blank. He frowned and shrugged, [shadow=red,left,300]“Sorry, I’ve never heard of the go dolls. I’m rather fond of most muggle music though, and I’m sure I’ll be able to play the piece if you have the music.” [/shadow]He grinned and raised his eyebrow playfully, [shadow=red,left,300]“There are three instruments in which I’m educated; they’re the Violin, voice, and percussion/drum kit.” [/shadow]Damon glanced at Aaralyn and smiled before returning his eyes back to Amora, [shadow=red,left,300]“You know….” [/shadow]He began while stroking his chin softly with his right hand…. [shadow=red,left,300]“I’d like to have a dance with Aaralyn. I mean, I did invite her to the ball after all.”[/shadow] A warm smile touched his lips and he added, [shadow=red,left,300]“I’d love to have a dance with her while you’re performing actually. I hope I don’t seem ungrateful, and I’ll even recommend a vocalist for you. I’m sure Blaze is here and she’s an amazing vocalist, though I’m sure she has other talents as well. And she seemed interested in performing at the yule ball when I last talked to her.” [/shadow]
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Post by Nathan Johanson on Dec 29, 2005 8:44:44 GMT -5
OOC: Forgive me Jacklyn for posting soooo LATE and its kinda crappy as well.
BIC:
Music.
Fancy decorations.
Smiles.
Laughters.
Dress robes.
Gowns.
Girls.
Boys.
Everything.
It is a magical night... Literally. His eyes feasted on all of the magnificent decorations, just like in his imagination. The female students all dressed up in their fancy gowns of frills, laces and silk. Male students in their dashing lace free and frills free dress robes. He had chosen his attire quite difficult for he didnt want to look pansy with this things called dress robes.
He wore his hair just the way it was, brown and tousled. A simple, long neck, red shirt underneath his simple black dress robe with red and gold lining, slacks and polished black leather shoes. Simple clothes for a special night...
He had settled his date months before the said occasion. And he was going to the party with the most special person he could think of... He waited patiently at the doors, not wanting to join the crowd until she was there. Nathans hands getting all clammy and all, the beat of his heart as fast as the beat of the song. What was he feeling? Was he nervous? Nervous of what?
From a far he could see a lot of familiar people. They wore genuine smiles and they looked like they were enjoying it. Who wouldnt? This was the Yule Ball, the party everyone was talking about ever since the school year started. And now they were there, actually enjoying it, dancing to its music.
This is the right time...
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Post by Rachel Duly on Dec 29, 2005 14:54:58 GMT -5
*A Little More finished up, and Rachel was a bit disappointed in her vocals. The song usually had a guy singing, so it was a bit lower. I'm just being too critical! Rachel thought. Well, I should do good on this one! Lacey Mosely has quite a good voice, and can hit high notes like me. Rachel glanced back at the band.*
"Last one." she mouthed.
*Rachel sighed. Last one. I wish we hadn't had to cut it short. Oh, well. Lets do this.*
"Hey, everyone! Well, this is our last song for the night, then you'll get some other people. Our last song is called There for You. It is origionally by a very tallented band called Flyleaf. I hope you all enjoyed our performance!" said Rachel.
*Rachel started playing the acoustic guitar. Then, she started singing.*
Sometimes I'm a selfish fake.
You're always a true friend.
I don't deserve you cause I'm not there for you.
Please forgive me again...
I want to be there for you...
Someone you can come to...
It runs deeper than my bones...
I want to be there for you.
Swirling shades of blue
slow dancing in your sky,
The sun kisses the earth
and I hush my urge to cry.
I want to be there for you...
Someone you can come to...
It runs deeper than my bones...
I want to be there for you.
Cause I hear the whispered words
in your masterpiece, beautiful...
You speak the unspeakable through...
I love you too.
I want to be there for you
And be someone you can come to
The love runs deeper than my bones
And I want to be there for you
Song by Flyleaf
(This is a slower song.)
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Post by Amora Preston on Dec 29, 2005 15:29:21 GMT -5
Amora smiled widely and nodded. He did need time with his date. "It's fine with me if you dance with her, cause the song I was just talking about is kind of slow, but it's pretty cool. It'd be a pretty good couple dance song." she said, and she leaned her back against the stage a bit, running her fingers up and down the side of her dress.. kind of a scared manner.
"I guess I'm not going to get to dance with anyone.." she said, she searched one last time for Leonard and gave up on it. He probably was probably in the Castle somewhere just skipping out, but that was okay. She'd atleast try to have a bit of fun for the rest of the night...
She called for her manndelin for later, and when it got there she put the case behind her guitar case. She wasn't really sure how many songs she would play.. She supposed it would be around 3-5. She didn't really know. But she waited for Damon to begin his performance. "How long have you planned it?" she asked him, sort of bored and depressed now. She sighed gently. Stood up. Pretty harsh whenever you think about it. She let out a long breath she had been holding, once more and pretended as if it didn't phase her.
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Post by Benjamin Collins on Dec 29, 2005 17:51:06 GMT -5
Ben laughed, "Nice try Clarie, but I would stick with the French if I were you."
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Post by monoki on Dec 29, 2005 21:15:41 GMT -5
Monoki smiled, her eyes widdened as she looked at the beautiful rose. "I love it." She gentle grabbed it. "If you dont mind I would like to take a wlak out side. Its such a beautiful night." Monoki wispered into his ear.
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Post by damondarkweather on Dec 29, 2005 23:59:36 GMT -5
Amora smiled widely and nodded. He did need time with his date. "It's fine with me if you dance with her, cause the song I was just talking about is kind of slow, but it's pretty cool. It'd be a pretty good couple dance song." she said, and she leaned her back against the stage a bit, running her fingers up and down the side of her dress.. kind of a scared manner. "I guess I'm not going to get to dance with anyone.." she said, she searched one last time for Leonard and gave up on it. He probably was probably in the Castle somewhere just skipping out, but that was okay. She'd atleast try to have a bit of fun for the rest of the night... She called for her manndelin for later, and when it got there she put the case behind her guitar case. She wasn't really sure how many songs she would play.. She supposed it would be around 3-5. She didn't really know. But she waited for Damon to begin his performance. "How long have you planned it?" she asked him, sort of bored and depressed now. She sighed gently. Stood up. Pretty harsh whenever you think about it. She let out a long breath she had been holding, once more and pretended as if it didn't phase her. Damon smiled when Amora had said she was planning on performing a song that was perfect for a couple to dance to, [shadow=red,left,300]"That's wonderful Amora. I'm looking forward to hearing your performance."[/shadow] He frowned and furrowed his brows when she said," I guess I'm not going to get to dance with anyone.." [shadow=red,left,300]"If you wouldn't mind, I'd be honored to have a dance with you, Amora." [/shadow] He smiled and slightly inclined his right eyebrow, [shadow=red,left,300]"That is if you'd not mind dancing with bloke like me?"[/shadow] He heard Rachel announce her last song of the evening just as Amora asked him how long he was planning his performance. He turned toward the stage and clapped for Rachel. He turned back and smiled brightly and his sapphire eyes were wide with joy, [shadow=red,left,300]"She was rather good."[/shadow] He shrugged and answered her question with a wave of his hand, [shadow=red,left,300]"A couple of months, I suppose."[/shadow] Damon then sighed thinking of his performance and winked at Amora,[shadow=red,left,300]"Well, I guess this is my cue."[/shadow] He informed her of the instructions one last time before he snuck out of the dance hall and awaited his return when the lights went out. ooc: I'll post the effects I had planned along with my performance. |
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Post by damondarkweather on Dec 30, 2005 0:06:31 GMT -5
The silver and crystal chandeliers arranged overhead the guests of the dance hall slowly begin to fade to a faint orange light. The faint orange light emitting from the chandeliers flicker twice then change to a deep crimson that dimly illuminates the entirety of the dance hall. The dance hall is then thrust into a curtain of inky darkness as the light extinguishes for several seconds, then slowly returns to an eerie crimson. The deep crimson glow is soft, ricocheting amongst the wide walls of the dance hall it settles upon the attendee’s framing the outline of their bodies in a morbid, crimson glow. Dark sapphire laser lights affixed to the ceiling of the hall swivel toward the stage firing their beams squarely in the center of the stage. The sapphire laser lights begin to slowly etch a pattern onto the face of the stage. The pattern slowly takes the shape of a large circular pentagram.
A frigid breeze wafts through the dance hall that begins caressing the exposed skin of the guests as if with icy fingertips. The attendee’s garments cascade around their frames as the faint breeze slowly gains strength transforming it into a slight gust that swirls about each of the individuals in the room. The cool air now blanketing the room begins to change into thick, moisture less, artificial fog. This thick fog is being secreted from the mini tornados surrounding each of the guests. It begins creeping toward the polished hardwood floors of the dance hall bathing the ankles of the guests in an eerie wall of gray fog. Still blanketing the ankles of the guests, the gray wall of fog stretches toward the stage covering all but the sapphire pentagram.
A dark sinister melody played in tandem by a harpsichord and an organ showers the room with its deep morbid voice drowning out all speech. An explosion of green smoke erupts from the left of center stage revealing a tall male dressed in baggy black jeans and a white tank top holding an electric guitar . A second explosion of black smoke erupts forth from the right of center stage, followed by an explosion of silver smoke from the rear of the sapphire pentagram, black reveals a short male with a shaved head, dressed in camo pants and a ramones shirt holding a bass guitar, sliver a female with long flowing black hair dressed in black cargo pants adorned with a chain wallet, and a sex pistols white baby t on the drum kit. Lastly, the sound of grinding gears coming from overhead accompanies the eerie soundtrack. A large spot light is slowly moving into position, aiming itself at the stage.
The powerful spot light fires a thick, blinding white light that centers directly on the face of the sapphire pentagram in the center of the stage. Gathering strength, the sapphire pentagram slowly begins to glow brightly, and then shatters with a sound of breaking glass. A thick eruption of dark sapphire flames follow the shattering of the pentagram, which in turn explode into a shower of silver sparks that fall from the ceiling. Three rapid explosions of green, black, and silver smoke erupt from center stage following the falling sparks, which reveal the outline of a rather tall male with raven black hair suspended in midair by two long lengths of thick chain stretching from either side of the walls clamped onto each of his wrists.
The 6’2 Slytherin hangs there motionless in a Jesus Christ pose. His head is inclined forward with his chin resting on his chest. Damon is wearing a white skin tight t-shirt which clearly shows his finely sculpted muscles and his washboard abdominals. His lower cavity is draped in faded green cargo pants adorned with a black chrome studded belt. On his feet resides his favorite calf high chrome heeled and toed – black leather biker boots. His choppy raven black hair spilled over his face obscures his eyes, nose, and mouth which are already partially obscured by the inclination of his head. Damon’s pallid skin tone is grey – almost corpse like in the faint light spilling forth from the chandeliers overhead, and his frame is outlined in the thick fog.
Damon slowly raised his chin from his rock hard chest and brought his head level with his neck, his silky hair cascaded around his chiseled jaw revealing a blazing crimson light spilling from the sockets of his eyes. He wore a malevolent grin on his lips when his eyes focused on the large crowd gathered in the dance hall. Tensing his bicep, and tricep muscles, Damon simultaneously ripped each end of the chain from the walls. With a sound of crumbling rock the ends of the chains ripped from the walls in a shower of broken plaster. He began to slowly free fall toward the stage, his shirt and pants ripple with the force of the fall. Damon drops upon the face of the hard wood stage in a crouch, his boots barely made a sound when they had connected with the polished oak of the stage. Damon slowly and methodically rose from his crouch, and stood there with his arms extended out at his sides with long ropes of chain hanging from is wrists in a statuesque pose staring out at the crowd. Suddenly he back flips while transforming into a bat. The long ropes of chain fall upon the stage with a clang, and he seamlessly arcs into a wide loop over the stage. Upon returning to his original position, Damon transforms back, and in one flowing movement he grabbed the microphone in his fist. Damon growls into the microphone in his deep voice, “Let’s rock this bloody joint!” He raised his eyebrow and released the microphone, grabbed his wand from the loop in his belt he turned and waved it at the harpsichord and organ silencing them.
Damon stuck his wand back into his belt loop, and then turned back toward the crowd with a smirk on his lips. He kicked the silver microphone stand on a slant and grasped the microphone in his fist. He sneered, and announced in a crisp deep voice,[shadow=red,left,300] “I’m Damon Darkweather, and we’re Ophidia.” [/shadow]As if on cue, the drums rang out with a fast punk rock beat, following by a solid bass line, which in turn was followed shortly after by electric guitar screaming out punk rock power cords. Damon freed the microphone from it’s metallic cusp, and began to pogo in time with the drum beat, while counting off the ticks in between beats to begin his vocals. When it was time to begin he stopped his pogo dance and fell into a slanted crouch while singing fast lyrics into the microphone, [shadow=red,left,300]“Call me punk cos I wear a leather jacket
Call me a soldier cos I believe in hierarchal system
Call me an idealist cos of songs like this one
You can call me what you like I am all and none of these
Fix a label on me to keep illusions happy
Fix a label on me does it make you feel secure?
Fix a label on me to keep me at a distance
And I'll label you as ignorant not wanting to know more[/shadow]
He strode across the front of the stage in a dancing strut while reaching his hand out to the students in the front row to clap their hands. He turned and crossed to the other side in a leaping pogo in time with the drums while finishing up the first half of the song lyrics. During the lyrical break, Damon pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into the crowd gathered around the stage. His chisled abdominal muscles glistened with a light sweat from the bright spotlight and his dancing. Damon strode back to the center of the stage in that dancing strut -fell into that slanted slouch, and then launched into the second verse of his vocals. [shadow=red,left,300]“Call me punk cos I wear a leather jacket
Call me a soldier cos I believe in hierarchal system
Call me an idealist cos of songs like this one
You can call me what you like I am all and none of these
Before we understand ourselves do we have to fight each other?
Before we share opinions must we keep them undercover?
We classify and categorize to keep ourselves divided
We are all individuals not the images provided
Labels are a subtle way of keeping us in line
Divided by conformity we waste away our time
We are all individuals divided by their rituals
Think again like I have done--throw away the labels!” [/shadow]
The song fades out with a rapid catchy drumbeat matched with the screaming powercords of punk rock guitar. Damon extends his arms out at his sides once again when the song had finished, he stared out at the crowd gathered in the dance hall he dropped the microphone on the stage resulting in an amplified metallic thud. Upon completion of the song, the currently dim lights in the dance hall returned to their normal setting. The thick gray wall of fog that blanketed the ankles of the band and the crowd gathered in the dance hall disapated as well. Damon's eyes once blazing with crimson light slowly changed back to a deep sapphire. He then does a twisting somersault off the stage -landing square on his feet on the dance hall's floors. His band mates then begin to carry their gear off stage to allow the next performer to go on.
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Post by Rachel Duly on Dec 30, 2005 0:48:45 GMT -5
OOC-Just an FYI, we aren't off stage yet. You need to hold your horses! We haven't finished. We have to take stuff off stage, and say one last thing to the audience.
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Post by Leonard Ashford on Dec 30, 2005 1:02:06 GMT -5
Leonard rushed into the Dance Hall, quickly fixing his dress robes he looked around curiously to see if he could spot Amora. After looking for several minutes he finally found her, she was standing next to Richard, whom Leonard had never previosly met. "Hey babe, I'm really, really, really sorry I'm so late", he said grabbing her around the waist. He let out a little gasp, he had never seem her look quite this good before, "You look just absolutely beautiful."
Grabbing her hand he led her out onto the dance floor, got in position and began to dance with her. He stared into her eyes hoping that she would know just how sorry he was for being so late, "I really have no excuse, I'm sorry." He took his eyes off hers and looked down at the floor, he was really starting to feel bad, he couldn't believe he did this to the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Suddenly he perked himself up, *might as well make this the best possible, if only for her*. Grabbing her waist he twirled her around and dance the best he could, hopefully she would love him enough to forgive him.
((OOC: sorry if the ball is already over I just had to post this))
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Post by Claire DeLour on Dec 30, 2005 1:15:53 GMT -5
*Claire giggled.*
O fine, be that way!
*She said jokingly.*
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Blade Tival Maester
 S2 
I am a avenger, All those that shall stand in my way, will be sorry!
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Post by Blade Tival Maester on Dec 30, 2005 1:34:57 GMT -5
"I'm glad you like it." Blade said smiling at Monoki. Giving her a perplexed look just for a second, then he just shrugged his shoulders. "If you want to go for a walk, that would be just fine with me. After all it is your night. But I must say, even if the night is beautiful it has no comparison to you, tonight." Tilting his head forward just a little and holding his arm out slightly. "After You." He said, giving her a smile, he waited for her to lead the way.
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Post by Amora Preston on Dec 30, 2005 2:09:55 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry Rachel, The Yule Ball is about to end, so I thought we should all get it over with.. keep doing your performance.. . By the way :: This is before Damon has his performance..and then it leads into after))
Amora held out to Leonard when he grabbed her and she let out a 'yip' of surprise.. Yes, for a second there, she was angry.. then she looked at him. He looked gorgeous, she kissed his lips lightly as they spun around in circles, and she finally answered him, they were still dancing.
She looked him in the eyes and said something that was partially true.."Eh, it's only a silly dance.. and I do not look beautiful. I'm not beautiful.. but you, you babe.. you look gorgeously handsome." she said the dance part trying to make him feel better.
Amora leaned up and kissed him on the neck while the spun around in gentle smoothe circles. "I'm glad you showed up though, I get to perform.." she said, smiling nervously. She looked him in the eyes and raised up and kissed him long and passionatly as the last word rung out.
She kissed him three quick times.. and pulled him with her over to Damon. "You know Damon Darkweather, do you not? This is my boyfriend Leonard Ashford.. Okay babe, I've got to help him out.. and then I perform. So wish me luck. I love you." she said, and she kissed him a bit again, wrapping her arms around his neck, making it last. She had a adazed look in her eyes when it was over. "We really need to see each other more often." she said, a little bit of sadness in her eyes. She glanced at him once more.
She smiled brightly for him, her lips just slightly pink from the kisses.. the lip gloss replaced itself yet again. She turned around and got into place, ready to do her work for Damon.
Amora went over what he said again in her head... 'The red button should be pressed first, then the black one. The small switch controls the lasers, and the bigger one controls the spotlight.'
She loved the expressions on Damons face as he sung. He was pretty awesome. "Whooo" she yelled, dancing a little bit and getting into it while she done her job.
When Damon was finished... she got on the stage, a bit nervous actually, she shot her wand towards her equiptment and it set itself up around the stage.. a drumset appeared and she enchanted it with music she needed.. it would be slow. She pulled up a stool. "K.. I'm really not a match for any of the other performers up here, but I thought I'd bring you guys some slow grooves.. so dance.. or not, just have fun." she said, smiling. She sat on the stool and began her first song.. the violin started after her.
She gently sang with her guitar...
Today is gonna be the day
That they’re gonna throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don’t believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don’t know how
Because maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don’t know how
I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me ?
And after all
You’re my wonderwall
I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me ?
And after all
You’re my wonderwall
Said maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
She finished the song, blushing a bit.. she wasn't done yet though.. She stared out into the crowd, there were couples dancing.. and it made her feel better about herself. She smiled a little bit.. and set up for her next song. Something that she wrote herself. She hoped this one wouldn't be a screw up. She winked at Leonard and blew a kiss at him... waiting for her cue to begin again..
((ooc: To begin again is someone posting.. ))
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Post by Lizabeth Riddle on Dec 30, 2005 9:54:05 GMT -5
Lizabeth was fixed on her glass which was going around in circles until she heard a quiet formillar voice she looked up at Damon who was on stage, with her right hand caught the spinning glass and it stoped instently she listened to his song hearing every word he was very good at the end she clapped so hard her hands started to hurt then her eyes lit up as Amora stepped on stage she had guessed she would perform but was amazed by her wonderful Singing and got up and started to walk towards the door silently she didn't want to make a big exit Magyn was still talking to her father and she'd rather not interupt Richard and Spyke so she deicded that she was gonna change she quickly walked out and down to the deserted Slythering Commen room
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Post by Branna Prewett on Dec 30, 2005 10:04:40 GMT -5
Branna turned and watched, eyes lit with delight, as the champions danced. Colleen had just arrived, looking wonderful, and grabbed Chris, and Branna had had just enough time to hug her briefly before the dance began. Now she watched them and felt happiness bubbling inside her. "The girls all look wonderful, don't they Owen? This is so great!" she exclaimed, squeezing Owen's arm. She was so happy and proud for her friends, the represetatives of her school. At the end of the first dance, Josi and Ian returned and they chatted for a while. Music started playing again...Branna looked to see who it was- she recognised some of the school students and waved, smiling, at the stage, despite the fact that she didn't think she'd met any of them. She gave them a cheeky wink to let them know she thought they were doing really well. As Ian excused himself for a moment to dance with Lydia, Branna spun around to the other two. She too wanted to dance. Before she could open her mouth, Josi told them she'd be back soon. "No problem, Jos, I have the urge to dance right now..." And as Josi disappeared, Branna reached out and took Owen's hands, pulling him onto the dancefloor. Amora, a Slytherin she had met once out by the Whomping Willow, played and sang now, and she was very good. On the way, she spotted Nathan, Jacklyn's date, but she still hadn't seen Jacklyn...a frown creased her forehead for a second, but she guessed her friend was here, just somewhere in the crowd. Reaching the students that already were dancing, Branna turned to face Owen, happiness evident in every feature, and looped her arms gently around his neck so they could dance.  |
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Post by Rachel Duly on Dec 30, 2005 14:20:57 GMT -5
*Rachel ended There-for-you with a long high note and Korey playing the piano. It sounded really good. When she was done, Rachel bent down and grabbed a bottle of water. She drank half of it, then tossed it back to Q-Tip.*
"Ok, I lied earlier, we have one last song for you. We weren't going to do this, but we feel that we should. This song is about living life to its fullest, and knowing who you are, because life is short, and tomorrow, you could be gone. This is a song by another amazing band called Switchfoot. They are one of our major influences. On behalf of all of us in Newthaetch, I hope you enjoy this song, and have a great night!" said Rachel.
*She looked back at Q-Tip. This was his favorite song because of the beginning. It was his time to shine. He stepped forward to the front of the stage in between Rachel and Korey. Then, she started. The sound of the bass echoed through the hall. Rachel felt a whisper in her mind. It felt really wierd, but not unexpected. Q-Tip had put something called a chip in Rachels, as well as everyone else in the bands, ear. It was to serve as a way of communication during concerts. It worked by magic.*
"Let me do vocals." It was Q-Tips voice.
"Are you sure your ready for this."
"Yes. This song needs guy vocals. And, I practiced all last night, singing and playing bass."
"Ok, GO!"
*Rachel walked backwards from her mic stand. Her cord was getting kind of short.*
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead. sang Q-Tip. He sounded exactly how he should.
*Rachel quickly pulled out her wand, flicked it, and her guitar became cordless, and there something clipped to her back pocket.*
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
*After the first Don't close your eyes, Rachel could hear Korey harmonizing with him. It sounded amazing!*
This is your life and today is all you've got now
And today is all you'll ever have
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
*More harmonizing*
This is your life
Are you who you want to be
This is your life
Are you who you want to be
This is your life
Is it everything you've dreamed it would be
When the world was younger
and you had everything to lose
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over
This is your life
Are you who you want to be
This is your life
Are you who you want to be
This is your life
is it everything you've dreamed it would be
when the world was younger
and you had everything to lose
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Song by Switchfoot.
*The song ended with more solo bass by Q-Tip. The harmonizing went on throughout the entire song. It sounded so good! Rachel rlicked her wand, and her guitar flew carefully into its case. The case shut and buckled itself. Rachel went to give Korey her guitar. She put it on its stand. Then she ran over to Korey. She gave her a huge hug.*
"That was amazing! You sounded great!" she told Korey.
"You think so? Korey asked.
"Yes!" replied Rachel. She looked to the backstage. "We had better hurry up. It looks like some of those people want to kill us for playing that last song." *Korey laughed*
"Are you coming home for Christmas?" asked Korey.
"I'm not sure I'll be able to. My dad is touring, and my mom is with him." said Rachel glumily.
"Well, you could stay with me! My apartment is always open to you!" said Korey excitedly. Korey was 18. She had just moved into her own apartment in Nashville, Tennessee. It was the muggle music capitol, as well as the wizarding. She was hoping to get Newthaetch a record deal. "We could work on some new songs! The guys all live on the next floor down in my building. I drive them insane with my Superchick. So, what do you say?"
"That would be awesome. I'd love to stay with you! Now we'd better go help Milo. It looks like hes trying to pack his drums up the old-fashioned way!"
*Korey and Rachel went over to help Milo. With a few flicks of each of their wands, his drums were lined neatly back stage. With another four flicks of their wands, the stage was completely cleared and ready for the next performance.*
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