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Post by sonata on Dec 12, 2008 15:28:12 GMT -7
Song looked amused. 'If you think your voice is incredible, then why the uncertainty?' he said. 'I mean, if you start worrying about what other people think, then, well... what's the point of being yourself? There's no real purpose if you present a person who you're not, right?'
He pointed to the book Twelfth Night. 'Take Viola for instance. Because she pretended to be a man in order to preserve herself, she got herself mixed up in a situation that went completely out of control- just because she made people believe that she was something she wasn't, even if what she was was good anyway. D'you really you want to stick yourself down that grave hole?'
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Post by lizbolton on Dec 12, 2008 19:47:57 GMT -7
Liz nodded and thought about it. The points he said were accurate. " I'm just not a show offy person , I guess. I keep some things to myself. I am myself just not all me is shown." Liz sighed. " I really dont wanna put myself into that grave hole but I doubt its going to happen to me though. So I wouldnt worry myself about it."
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Post by sonata on Dec 15, 2008 4:49:09 GMT -7
He shrugged. 'Okay, maybe I was putting it on a bit thick- but seriously, if you're given the chance to be yourself completely, to do your thing on your stage, what's stopping you? You said you'd love a chance to be in a musical- why don't you go for it? Just because you're not a show-offy person doesn't mean you're not allowed to go onstage.'
He shrugged. 'I don't know. The choice, as always, is down to you. I don't like giving out lectures or anything, I don't feel right when people are held back by their own lack of confidence.'
He leant back on his chair. 'If you're worried about people seeing you as Troy's sister, then how about looking at areas where you're not the same as him in- there's got to be something you're different from your brother in, right?'
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Post by lizbolton on Dec 15, 2008 15:32:52 GMT -7
Liz sighed. " Nothing is stopping me. I think I will go for it. Thats right , it doesnt. " What Song said had really sparked Liz and made he feel very confiedent in herself. " Thanks Song. You made me feel really confiedent and I think I'm gonna need some help trying out for the musical. Would you be up for it?" Liz smiled and bit her lip. She wasnt technically asking him out right? She smacked herself in the head mentally.. good job Liz you probabably scared him. " Of course. I'm way different than him. I'm a Girl , he's a Boy. He's a Senior , I'm a Freshman. I'm better at singing then him. I actually do all my homework." Liz said rambling abit. She then realized that she wasnt just Troy's little sister. All thanks to Song.
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Post by sonata on Dec 15, 2008 19:27:22 GMT -7
He gave her a friendly wink. 'No worries. I'd be glad to help you out.'
As she began listing off all the differences between her and Troy, he laughed a little. 'See? There aren't that many things you have alike- not enough to keep you in his shadow for long. Maybe you thought that you couldn't outshine your brother- but maybe that's because you might've been trying to outshine him his way. If you try glowing your own colour, you might find yourself burning up the air around him.'
Wow, he actually helped somebody? This was new... his usual daily routine normally included ruining at least one person's life as a kind of compulsory component.
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Post by lizbolton on Dec 16, 2008 4:27:24 GMT -7
Liz grinned " Awesome." The wink that he gave Liz kinda made her weak in the knees. Thank god she was sitting down. Liz nodded in reply. " Yeah there are my differences between us after all. I was trying to shine out in his way. I should try to be shining out in my own way." Liz sighed. " Wow cool comparison. " Liz never heard that expression before and took it close to her heart.
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Post by sonata on Dec 16, 2008 7:31:53 GMT -7
Song laughed again. 'That could almost be a song,' he said, smiling.
He looked up at the air above his forehead, and then sang a little tenaciously-
'I've been wasting my life away with things That I will never need I've been sitting around pretending That I'm someone I can't be And now I've found Just who I am Nobody can take it away I'm gonna shine in my own way...'
He gave a small chuckle as he finished off. 'That wasn't half bad,' he commented.
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Post by lizbolton on Dec 16, 2008 14:31:53 GMT -7
Liz smiled. When Song started to sing , she was touched. He was a really good singer. " That was beautiful. I mean it. You should write some more to it. It would be a beautiful song." Liz said grinning , she inspired him to write something wonderful. " You could name it Liz's song. " She said chuckling abit.
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Post by sonata on Dec 20, 2008 23:09:24 GMT -7
Song gave an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck a little sheepishly. 'It wasn't that good,' he admitted. 'But yeah, I guess I could finish it off and call it Liz's Song.'
He blinked for a moment, and then began chuckling- quietly, as was habit for him being in the library. 'Haha! Liz's Song... That's got to be one of the worst puns I ever came up with!'
He looked at Liz, still smiling. 'So... have you taken singing lessons yet? Or are you a follow-the-radio person?'
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Post by lizbolton on Dec 21, 2008 5:58:54 GMT -7
Liz looked at him with her Bolton blue eyes twinkling. " It was so not bad. Believe me. Please, please , please finish it for me. " Liz asked begging him. Liz thought that a boy writing a song for a girl was very romantic. Liz chuckled. " Well I don't know .. what else can we call it?" She asked, wondering the possible name choices. Liz grinned. " I'm a follow - through the radio kinda gal and singing in the shower."
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Post by sonata on Dec 21, 2008 7:01:05 GMT -7
'Okay, okay, I got it,' he said raising his hands in submission. 'I'll finish it... eventually.'
He leant back further on his chair, making it creak. But nevertheless, half his features were covered by his fringe. He didn't have any redeeming features, and so there was no point in trying to hide anything. He looked at Liz through a half-glare over the bottom half of his eyes. He closed his eyes and swung himself upright again.
'I'm a mix of both,' he confesssed. 'I learn all the theory and stuff, but most of it's playing around on my part.'
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Post by lizbolton on Dec 21, 2008 11:58:33 GMT -7
Liz grinned. " Kay, cool." Liz glanced down at her book and bit her lip. She was kinda of unsure what to say now. She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. " Oh thats cool. So are you friends with my brother?" Liz asked wondering. Troy was a pretty ok guy and knew everyone in school was like friendly with him.
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Post by sonata on Dec 21, 2008 15:05:19 GMT -7
Song gave a small smile at her attempt to break the awkward silence. Troy? He supposed he knew him. There wasn't really a lot which he could say about him though. Most of what he knew was word of mouth, and he knew that hearsay made information highly unreliable. 'I get on with him, but I don't know him that well,' he said truthfully. 'He always seems to have an impenetrable barrier of fangirls around him which make it hard to hit home.'
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Post by lizbolton on Dec 21, 2008 15:28:32 GMT -7
Liz nodded. She didn't really wanna talk about her brother but its the only subject that came off the top of her head. " Yeah thats true. The cheerleaders love him. They all wore black in mourning the day they found out Troy was dating Gabriella." Liz said jokingly , trying to get a laugh out of Song. " So your a Senior , what collages have you applied to?" Liz asked shrugging her shoulders. Leaning back in her seat , she thought about how Troy applied for U of A but didn't know any of his other choices. The scholarship was already his after all.
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Post by sonata on Dec 21, 2008 23:06:52 GMT -7
Song winced jokingly as a laugh escaped his lips. 'Haha... well, at least it shows they've got an expansive wardrobe,' he said.
When he heard Liz talk about college, he gave a weary sigh and rested his chin on his hands. 'Well, so far, applied to Oxford, UCL, Harvard... oh, and Julliard,' he said, counting them on his fingers. 'But I don't expect to get into any of them. They're really made of hard stuff.'
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