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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 10, 2007 6:46:27 GMT 1
Valencia blinked and had to look up from her novella once again the moment she heard the two boys raise their voices louder than she preferred. Typically, she’d find a way to tune it out, but their speaking patterns were so varied and so diverse that it got diverted her attention each and every time she got absorbed in her reading. Or close to it, at least. She gently closed her book and set it aside on the rim of the fountain where the rest of her belongings were before getting up and quietly meandering over to the two boys in this peaceful courtyard on this wintery cool day.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
[GUY 1]: “Ack…! Uh…”
[GUY 2]: “It’s… After school.”
“And?”
[GUY 2]: “And… My friend and I typically spar here after school.”
[GUY 1]: “But the teachers who are in charge of the after hour activities don’t like it…”
“I can only imagine why.”
You two just can’t stop bickering…
[GUY 1]: “So… Right now…”
“I’m not leaving. I happen to like it here.”
[GUY 2]: “Suit yourself. We’re going to spar now, so—”
“So far, I heard talking. No sparring.”
[GUY 1]: “We were having trouble setting up the conditions.”
Valencia blinked. Although it didn’t show on her face or in her body language, she was a bit annoyed. But whatever the case, if faced with a problem, the idea is to find a way to solve it rather than simply complain. She walked through and between the two boys and knelt down to pick up a rock from a flowerbed. Standing up, she walked back to the two boys, knelt down, then drew a line between them with it. Valencia headed back to her reading spot without so much as change in her visage, anxious to get back to her reading.
[GUY 2]: “Miss! What was that about?”
“The moment both of you touch the line, the fight begins.”
The first boy looked to the other boy and the other repeated the action with a shrug and as soon as Valencia sat down, she already began to hear plenty of slugging, punching, and other random noises and sounds of fists colliding against their opponent among other things. She turned a page and continued to read, glad that the area was more “peaceful” now and the white noise that helped her concentration was the consistent resonance of the water from the fountain, the breeze through the trees, and two guys duking it out.
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Post by Carlos on Jan 13, 2007 19:33:22 GMT 1
On the opposite side of the fountain I was trying to write a verse to a new song that I started about two weeks ago, the kids arguing on the other side of the fountain was really annoying me and I was about to go over and knock both of them out, not even listening to the beat I was using helped drown out those voices. I slammed my rhyme book closed and turned off my I-Pod and put it in my pocket, I stood up and began to walk over to where the two guys were. About halfway to the other side I saw a girl speaking to them and then getting up and drawing a line in-between them, I watched them give her a puzzled look and then they commenced their sparring session.
I shook my head and walked over to the girl, I sat near and watched the two to of them go at it for a little bit, then I looked over to her and I anaylzed her face quickly noticing she had some what of a blank expression, I thought to myself (Like every other person in this school). Even though it would probably be strange to her, I decided to intorduce myself to her and thank her for the minor favor she did for me and the two guys, Looking directly at the two guys it seemed like I would begin to say something to them, but it was directed to her...
"Thanks for getting them to shut up, saved me the trouble of making them look stupid out here. Thank you...Oh by the way, Names Carlos... A pleasure to meet you."
I extended my free right hand to her and turning my head to her, I stayed there waiting for her to shake my hand and respond to me or to get up and walk away from me.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 13, 2007 20:17:32 GMT 1
Now that I think about it… I gave them a condition to start but forgot to give those two a condition to end, huh…? Eek…
While in thought, Valencia didn’t notice the individual who sat down beside her and the moment she did, she didn’t express her surprise, but her reflexes did. Her eyes twitched to the side and she turned her head towards the sound of the voice until the male was at the very least within her vision. And that was it. It wasn’t as though she made eye contact, but it was enough for her to recognize him as a person instead of a meaningless blur. When a hand was extended to her and an introduction was given, she obliged and returned the friendly gesture.
“Valencia Donahue. Likewise and what I did was nothing.”
She then closed up her book, titled “The Little Prince”, then began putting her things away all the while looking for something as well. Erm… If “looking” meant anything. Valencia was digging through her bag while her gaze continued to trail off into space, using her fingers to search for whatever she was searching for. As she was doing this, she didn’t forget for a moment that she had company, so she spoke…
“From what you’ve told me, those two over there were disturbing you. I assuming that you were partaking in some sort of activity, since most wouldn’t care about the ruckus if they didn’t need the concentration, so… What were you doing on this fine afternoon?”
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Post by king on Jan 14, 2007 2:25:19 GMT 1
Kurtz was leaving chess club when he saw two students fighting in the distance. He sighed, knowing that even as he was leaving the school he had his duties, and knew that none of the others were probably at school at the moment.
He walked off toward the baseball field briskly, wanting to get things finished before it got too late. He didn't speak to any of the players as he walked through the field, taking the quickest route possible to the supply shed. Rummaging inside briskly, he quickly found himself a metal bat. He quickly returned the way he came, this time with notably less eyes watching him. A pillar with the bat was one of those things that made students careful not to act as though they noticed.
As Kurtz walked over, he saw that the two fighting students had a small audience. He recognized one of them as Valencia Donahue, a student that had helped another to the infirmary not long ago. Kurtz had already thanked her, so that wasn't going to matter at the moment though. He did know, however, that Valencia was not the sort of person particularly interested in fighting or people for that matter, so even if the rumors of her perceptive nature were true he doubted she was there to watch. That meant not only were they fighting on school grounds, but they were causing a disturbance by doing so as well. An infraction this blatant didn't demand they be scorned, just made to remember the punishments for breaking the rules.
As Kurtz arrived on the scene, he immediately swung the bat, without warning, into the knee of one of the students. As the shock fell upon the other as he question what just happened, Kurtz swung it the other direction into is stomach. Kurtz was not in the mood to care or responsible for their injuries, so he didn't particularly care what happened to them as they dropped out of his range of vision. He immediately dropped the bat in-front of him, not needing it anymore. He waited for both of the students to get a good look at his face, so they knew what happened without them saying a word.
"You are both banned from being at school outside of operating hours.....take the bat back to the baseball team on your way to the nurse."
Kurtz simply turned and began to walk toward the parking lot, his duty done. He had better things to do than punish idiots who thought they could get away with that on school grounds.
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Post by Carlos on Jan 16, 2007 3:30:39 GMT 1
As I sat there with my hand extended, I watched the two students go at it a little bit longer, until I felt another hand grip mine, I turned my head to the girl next to me and snapping out my usual daze I heard her introduce herself to me and respond accordingly to my thanks. For the moment when I heard her name I tryed to figure out where she could be from. (A name like Valencia isn't exactly very common amongst white families), I blanked out for a moment while shaking her hand as I was trying to think of her race, but I snapped out it after a second and looked at her, I smile gently and let go of her hand, then I proceeded to repond to her...
"Regardless Valencia, I wanted to thank you."
I watched her put away the book she had been reading, briefly moving my eyes around to see what was else was happening in the background, I drew my gaze back to her and saw her rumiging through her bag while her eyes stared off into space, I kept a blank expression as I watched for a little longer and just let my gaze wander as well. Then I heard her voice call over to me, I looked directly at her again listening and she spoke to me asking me what I was doing that required me to need concentration, I looked down to my left hand which was holding my rhyme book and I answered her saying...
"I was just writing an extra verse to a song I started a couple of weeks ago, I'm working on a new demo since I moved out here...(Need some studio time and I gotta find a girl that can sing, to help me on some choruses)...And yourself? What are you up to on this afternoon?"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 16, 2007 6:24:22 GMT 1
If you have enough knowledge about the universe far and wide, specifically about our very own solar system, odds are that you’ll understand that space isn’t as empty as you think it is the majority of the time. While Valencia was rummaging about in her bag, she sensed that there was something noticeably different about her surroundings, but it was not as if she could put her finger on it. Just a hunch that something was going to happen. And then it happened. She heard a brisk pace and there he was, Kurtz the Pillar arriving upon the scene with Bat McPain-Ouch and putting it to use by dispatching the two sparring guys that she assisted earlier. Valencia cringed at the sound it made each time it connected with a body and stopped at what she was doing long enough to hear what the felled fellas were being told. She then continued to dig through her bag as Kurtz took his leave. I’m aware of the rules and their consequences… Those two had it coming… But rarely have I seen things handled this way… Hmm…It was odd seeing the two guys you helped earlier get pummeled right before your eyes, especially to a person who believed that every problem needed a solution of some sort. The issue was that very few things in the world became a problem to Valencia. She had a high tolerance towards many hardships after years of living, learning, and putting up with whatever the world gave her. Hmm. Now THAT got a few gears turning in that head of hers. After years of being at Hircine High, now that she thought about it, she didn’t know everything-inside-out about the system because she never cared enough about it. That’s something to do some time. A little bit of edu-ma-cation won’t hurt, right? She humbly nodded once again when Carlos spoke his piece, then took note of what he said, still digging through her bag. “I just had an odd feeling that if I came out here and sat at this fountain around this time, something will happen. Call it instinct and following the winds of change. So I decided to bide my time by reading ‘ The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. It’s a short, simple story, but I like how much thought it invokes.” Valencia blinked and tilted her head to the side when she heard him talk about needing a girl who could sing for his song and some studio time. She herself could sing, but she sang her best if she knew all the words by heart. Aside from that, she tried to think about places where any recording could be done because there has been a few times where a friend invited her over for a visit. Mostly for her to listen and make sure there was nothing “impure” about their tracks. “A song, hmm? What kind of song are you composing?”
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Post by Carlos on Jan 16, 2007 21:09:01 GMT 1
After seeing the two guys get their legs get bashed in, I looked over to the guy who had hit them, he was leaving and my eyes just followed him for a little bit, but then I turned my head to the two guys who were in extreme pain and i got up and walked over to them, and I said...
"Stop being bitches and suck it up, at least you guys didn't get shot."
I walked back over to Valencia and sat next to her. Seeing things like that was normal for me, where I came from it happened all the time, sometimes it wasn't with a bat, sometimes it was with a chainsaw or a shotgun, and the times that I did see it happen I wasn't phased, I would just rasie an eyebrow and grin.
Getting back to the present I looked over to Valencia and I heard her talk about what she was doing before I came around. I just grinned and looked at her arm which was submerged in her bag, thinking quickly if I should ask her if she needed help with finding whatever she was looking for, but then I decided not to ask because she probably didn't need any help. Looking up at the sky, I began to get lost in my head again, but I heard her still talking so I picked up from where she left off and I after she finished I nodded and smiled again.
I looked directly ahead of me and saw a few kids walking around, talking most likely it was gossip or something along those lines, I just let my eyes wander around the courtyard, seeing a few cute girls and a few guys trying to pick them up, then looking back at Valencia, I thought (Shes pretty cute herself). I grinned and left the thought leave my head on it's own. As my eyes wandered I heard her ask me about my song and what kind of song it was, looking at her directly I rose an eye brow and responded to her...
"It's a rap song. I'm a rapper, it's about the struggle of life and the hustle that a lot of people have to do to get by and make money. You wouldn't be interested unless you heard my mumbling about the chorus...So can you sing? And if you can, would you mind singing a little bit for me right here?"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 17, 2007 6:26:21 GMT 1
She fiddled around some more in her bag and finally decided to stop. Valencia found what she was looking for, but decided against pulling it out now that the opportunity presented itself in the weirdest of ways. She sat up straight and took in the new stimuli with little interest since it was for the most part normal to see people wandering about during after hours. Valencia closed her eyes, thinking about certain things over as she received Carlos’s response to her inquiry. She wasn’t exactly a fan of rap, but she listened to all sorts of music nonetheless and if it was good, it shouldn’t matter what kind of music it is. In a small way, that tiny description related to her, so it piqued her interest. After all, that was how things worked in the world nowadays. Connections had to be established first for things to develop. It’s a tedious process that people try to avoid, but it’s because they avoid it that it leads to further separation.
“Hmm… I can’t say that rap is my thing, but to each their own. I heard your murmuring and I can sing, but… Well, I’m not exactly chosen to sing the national anthem each time our school has a pep rally, you see.”
I can almost make it, but the volume of my voice isn’t as strong as true singers. If their sorts are A’s, I’m a B at best.
“Singing… So what should I sing? Do you have anything in mind?”
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Post by Carlos on Jan 19, 2007 5:17:58 GMT 1
As I watched her finish fiddling in her bag, I was a little curious to see what she was looking for so intently, I wouldn't care if it was a tampon or just some gum, I was just curious for no real apparent reason. But soon enough my attention was drawn back to Valencia as she responded to my statement, while I listened to her speak I sensed a lack of self-confidence in her ablility to sing, even though she remarked that she wasn't the best singer, that lack of confidence made it sound a bit more like she didn't believe that much in her ablility. Even though she didn't seem like a newbie at what she did, I had a feeling that she just wasn't using the correct part of her anatomy to conduct her voice.
While I was listening to her speak, I reached into my pocket and rummaged around to see if I had bought the usual, as she was concluding her question I found what I was looking for and I turned my attention to her so that I could answer her question...
"Surprise me, sing what ever you feel like singing. Matter of fact, if you want me to I'll freestyle and you sing a chorus that you think would fit the song or you can sing a chorus that you know, or you can sing without me freestyling. It's your choice."
I sat there smiling at her, then I turned my head at looked ahead of me with a blank expression, waiting for her to answer me. I didn't really care which option she choose, it was all up to her.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 19, 2007 8:06:09 GMT 1
Valencia didn’t have to observe Carlos meticulously to find that he was an attentive person. In an odd way, as she sat there and sensed his motions, she somehow felt that she had something in common with his behavior. It was the fact that after they took in their surroundings, they mostly kept to themselves. At least, that was what she observed and on the other hand, Valencia took in her environment with more or less effort. He presented her a choice and an edge of her lips curled up into a millisecond half-smile until it faded again. She nodded and opened her eyes so she could look to the sky in thought. And so she closed her eyes again to sing. “ In your eyes are my secrets that I've never shown you In my heart I feel I've always known you~♪ In your arms there's a comfort that I never knew You're what I've been waiting for, there's no one like you~♪
Sure as the sunrise, pure as a prayer You fashioned hope right out of thin air~♪ Ev'ry dream I abandoned, seems it could come true I believe in miracles, there's no one like you~♪
Innocent as a newborn in a world so fright'ning It's as if my world's been struck by lightning~♪ Ev'ry dream I abandoned, seems it could come true I believe in miracles, there's no one like you~♪” …And she felt good. For that lapse of time, she forgot where she was and who she was with, which seems to happen every time she sang anyways. Valencia didn’t know how well she sang, but if she heard herself, the description she gave earlier wouldn’t be too far from the truth. Her voice was naturally “moderately deep”, so hitting the higher notes would be much more easier if she spoke instead of sang. She was capable of holding certain notes for only so long before she needed a breath of air. And lastly, the song she selected was made for opera singers and Valencia sure wasn’t an opera singer. Nevertheless, being one of the several people outside on campus, it wasn’t hard for Valencia to be ignored because her voice echoed and reverberated throughout the courtyard. Once she was done, she opened her eyes and looked off to the side. ((OOC: What Sarah Brightman’s “No One Like You” sounds like~♪))
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Post by Carlos on Jan 26, 2007 23:20:50 GMT 1
OOC: Srry I took so damn long, been busy with midterms and such.
IC: I watched her close her eyes as if she was meditating, but then she opened them and that is when she began to sing. I sat still looking out in-front of me, then I closed my eyes and continued to listen to her, she sang beautifully, but I could tell that she couldn't hit a few notes and that her voice wasn't very loud, it only seemed louder because the courtyard was mostly empty. But I kept on listening to her sing her heart out, and all I was thinking was that I had to get this girl to help me on some tracks, she had an amazing voice, all she had to do was learn to use her diaphragm better.
After she was done I looked over to her and put my hand under her chin and turned her head to look into my eyes, then I moved my face closer to hers and all I did was smile and laugh a little bit, then I let her chin go and I moved my head away and I said...
"That was beautiful Valencia, very beautiful. Well I have no problem with you helping me, If you want we can go to the studio now, I don't mind. And if not then give me your cell and we'll set up a day wen we can both go...Damn yo, now you got wanting to do and record, HAHA."
I stood up and stretched my arms over my head, yawning I looked down to Valencia and waited for her to reply to me. which ever choice she made it wouldn't bother me.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 27, 2007 9:12:07 GMT 1
((OOC: No worries. I had finals as well…))
Hnn?
When Carlos held Valencia’s chin and guided her gaze to his face, right into his eyes, needless to say, Valencia didn’t exactly feel comfortable. She hardly made direct eye contact and most of the time when she does make eye contact, it’s either because she thinks the person won’t notice, it was an accident, or she simply built a good enough relationship with the person she’s looking at. That, and random bouts where she’d stare holes into people’s heads, but that’s not the point. But anyways, point was that she wasn’t one to look into people’s eyes and she wasn’t used to people looking right back into hers, especially eyes that belong to strapping young men.
His eyes are dark brown…
Carlos moved closer to Valencia, causing her to back up a li’l, then smiled and laughed. She gray-eyed Asian couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved that he let go of her chin, evident by how she immediately looked elsewhere the very next moment. Caught off guard? You can say that. Flustered? A little. Quick to recover? You bet. Valencia’s cheeks felt warm for a smidge until she regained her composure and got back to absorbing her surroundings and listening to Carlos. She didn’t quite “compute” the last part of what he said, but she responded to what she understood.
“Hmm… Considering that I have nothing to do this afternoon and I finished my homework in class, I don’t mind accompanying you.”
What a casual person…
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Post by Carlos on Feb 2, 2007 22:51:03 GMT 1
I stretched my arms over my head once again out of a little bit of boredom and a little out of being tired, I moved my neck from side to side and heard it crack, then I closed my hands into fists and cracked my knuckles. Turning around to face Valencia, I reached my hand out to her so that I can help her get up, at the same time I reached into my pocket and took out my sidekick 3, scrolling down the names I reached the person who was in charge of the studio I frequented, I flipped the screen closed and I pressed the call button, putting the phone to my ear I heard the line ringing and after a few rings a voice on the other side, belonging to a young man answered...
Young Man: "Hello"
Me: "Ole Marica es que no tienes mi numero en tu telefono o que?"
The voice went quiet for a second, this gave me time to look at Valencia as she gave me her hand and I helped her up, as soon as she had her footing on the ground I let go of her hand and turned around, then the voice came back responding...
Young Man: "Tonces que parce!!! te olvidaste de mi or que?"
Me: "No Guevon, como voy a aser le eso a mi invertimiento."
Young Man: "O ya entiendo, esos como es no, bueno malparido que se joda, haha."
Me: "Estoy jugando Miguel."
Miguel: "Yo se parce...Que, vas a venir hoy?"
Me: "Si hombre, encontre una muchacha que canta bonito, entonces ya voy."
Miguel: "Bueno, me llama cuando llegues."
Me: "Bueno ciao."
I hung up the phone and then looked over to Valencia and I said...
"Let's go...My producer is waiting for us...Oh and my bad if I caught you off guard with what I did before, sorry."
I turned around and I began to walk toward the gates of the school, before turning around and saying...
"My car is around the corner, wait for me at the gate and I'll come back around. "
I saw her nodd and I turned back around and walked through the gate and taking a left. Walking down the block and turning the corner, I disengaged the alarm and unlocked my car. Getting in I turned it on and shifted from park to first gear, then I disengaged the hand brake and I coasted the car around the corner tapped the gas a bit to get in-front of the gate, I engaged the hand brake and got out, I walked over to the passengar side door and I opened it for her to get in, after she got in I closed the door and got in my car. Disengaging my hand brake once again, I put my foot on the gas and took off, shifting the necessary gears quickly as the car sped off in the dorection of the studio.
---- 15 minutes later ----
Arriving at the studio, I parked my car in-front and I turned it off, getting out I closed my door behind me, I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for Valencia to get out, closing the door as soon as she was out, I locked the car and engaged the alarm.
Walking up to the door of the studio my friend was waiting for us, I walked over to him and greeted him with a pound and a hug...
Miguel: "Llegaste rapido marica."
Me: "Yo se. Aqui esta la muchacha."
I looked over to Valencia and I introduced her to the producer...
"Valencia, This is my producer and friend Miguel Castano."
She shook his hand and he sadi smiling...
Miguel: "A pleasure Valencia."
When the introductions were over, we went inside and walked to the back where the actual studio was, I looked to Valencia and said...
"Make yourself at home, were gonna be here a little while."
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 3, 2007 7:23:42 GMT 1
((OOC: Hmm… Well, considering that there wasn’t much to do in between, I won’t say anything about getting my character to do things… After looking around, it seems that I'm just new to this sort of RPing. My apologies for any inconveniences.))
When Carlos offered his hand, Valencia took it as an act of courtesy. Though both of them probably knew oh-so-well that Valencia could stand up on her own like the rest of the average human race, what Carlos did was display politeness and she appreciated the gesture as what it was. Once she was on her feet, she reached for her bag and slung it onto her shoulder as her keen hearing tried to discern what Carlos was doing. Her eavesdropping attempt wasn’t exactly successful for one significant reason: No comprende espaniol. Sure, she was able to pick out a few words here and there, but that was it. Valencia listened in anyways when he let go of her hand, for she was always fascinated in hearing things in foreign tongues. It wouldn’t be too surprising to see her trying to listen in on German tourists as they wander around lost, searching for their inn to stay at. She silently mouthed out what she heard as discreetly as she could, to store it in her memory in hopes of using the information some other day.
“No worries…”
…She replied in response to Carlos’s apology. Valencia nodded and followed after him, hanging onto her bag so it wouldn’t slip off of her shoulder during the trip. When they reached his vehicle, she couldn’t help but take in his license plate number as she waited for Carlos to do his thing. It was an odd habit of hers sometimes when she was around cars for too long. Of course, one detail stood out for her the most…
The state on the license plate…
Yeah… Important detail, right there, unless this car was a rental, but she doubted that. License plates don’t just have numbers on them y’know, but that aside, it was time for Valencia to get into the car. After a while of driving, they reached their destination. As she got out of the car, she left her bag in the vehicle, seeing that she had little need for its contents at the moment. When they got to the entrance of the studio, Carlos introduced her to his producer-friend.
“Likewise. It’s a pleasure to meet you too…”
And with that said and done, they went inside. Valencia nodded towards Carlos and his hospitality, then took a few steps into the room to look about and absorb these new surroundings.
((OOC: Mreh… The license plate thing… Sorry if I got any info messed up or anything… It’s late over here.))
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Post by Carlos on Feb 6, 2007 19:59:41 GMT 1
OOC: No worries on the license plate.
IC: As we walked into the room I took my jacket off quickly and reached into my right side ass pocket and took out my rhyme book, looking around the room I saw the refridgerator where all the drinks were kept, I looked over to miguel on the switch board and called over to him saying...
"Yo Mijo, let me get some Hypnotiq."
He simply nodded and I walked over to the fridge, opened it and pull out a frigid, full bottle of Hypnotiq, then closing the fridge, I grabbed a plastic cup and poured myself the drink, setting it down on top of the fridge I gulped my drink down and poured myself another cup. After about six cups I was beginning to feel the effects of the alchohol in my brain, unfortunately this was the best way for me to relax when I was in the booth, this and smoking some ganja, but at the moment I had none. Pouring myself one more cup, I set it down next to the bottle on the fridge and I looked over to Valencia, I wasn't sure if she drank or not but I decided it wouldn't hurt to ask...
"Hey Valencia, Want some?"
I lifted the bottle as a sign that I was offering her some, then I turned my head and called over to Miguel asking him the same, he shook his head and lifted a flask that he had, I nodded and looked back over to Valencia, setting the bottle down I stood next to it and waited for her to answer. But while I waited I finished my drink and started to look over my lines for the song, while looking over the song, I noticed that I had no chorus, then I realized that the night I wrote it I forgot to write a chorus...
"Fuck...How could I forget?"
I smacked my forhead and dropped my head a bit, then I looked over at her and stood there waiting for her answer to my prior question.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 8, 2007 2:49:09 GMT 1
Have you ever been to somewhere you weren’t familiar with, but knew that you’re gonna be there for a while? Like, to a friend’s house for the first time, feeling a bit awkward and out of place? Valencia was sort of feeling the same way and didn’t know whether it’d be rude or not to explore the place by meandering about. So instead, she walked one round about the place and seated herself next to a side table, which had a couple of magazines on it for easy reading. The Vietnamese lady sifted through the stack as Carlos headed to the fridge. She wasn’t able to find any issues of National Geographic, Discovery, or anything else of that sort, but she found an issue of Time magazine, with a few interesting article titles on the cover. As she flipped through the pages, a small thought crossed her mind…
The license plate clearly showed that the vehicle was from New York… Based on that analysis, he might as well be a transfer from Varron. Not that it’d be a problem to me, but I just can’t help but learn more and more about the people I’d surrounded without the need for words…
“Um… No thank you.”
She wasn’t an alcohol sort of person. Valencia looked on as Carlos expressed his distress and the gears turned in her head. If she recalled correctly, there was a reason why they were here aside from just to sing.
It must be the chorus he mentioned some time ago…
“Is there… Anything I can help you with?”
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Post by Carlos on Feb 12, 2007 4:43:56 GMT 1
As I approached the table were Valencia was sitting, I saw her looking around in a sort of estranged way, trying to figure out what to do, aside from sit around. Sitting down I looked over to her with a small smile across my face, which disappeared from my face after a few seconds, then I looked over to Miguel and then back at Valencia, hearing her ask me if she could to anything to help me with, I immediately turned my head to look over to Valencia and I grinned a bit and let out a sigh of relief...
"Actually Valencia, I kinda do need your help...I realized that I didn't write a chorus for this song, it's my first actual single, I mostly do songs for mix tapes. I hope you don't mind coming up with a short chorus, since your are helping with the song I think you should have some freedom to work on it, add your own creative twist. The basic idea of the song is to depict the struggle of the 'hood,' but it's not the those typical 'sad' songs that are heard on the radio, this song has that element plus a some amount of optimism if you will, added to it. So make your chorus the way you see fit to the song, it might sound bad at first because it's not mixed down, but don't worry, when it's mixed it'll sound great. Plus we have plenty of time, so don't worry about how long it takes you to come up with the chorus, we have plenty of time."
I paused a bit so I could, think of something else I wanted to say to her. Looking at her, I saw that she felt a bit uneasy or awkward, so I got up from my chair and I walked over to the computer, I looked down at miguel and I motioned for him to move for a moment as I did something. I looked through a couple of files on the computer and I found some music that I had added to the computer, looking over to Valencia, I called over to her as I quickly made my way back to the table, then looking at her I spoke saying...
"You seem to tense...You gotta relax and not feel so out of place, if you don't loosen up the lyrics won't come so easily and even if they do come, they'll sound to forced and I gurantee that you'll hate your lyrics. So how about I put on some music? I have two ideas to help you get relaxed. I can put on some regular music and we can dance a little, or I can put on a beat and I'll improvise a verse and then I'll let you improvise a chorus...Or you can give me an idea as to something that you would like to do, so that you can get more used to these surroundings and the atmosphere...Can't always be quiet and speak only when spoken to, even though I'm pretty sure that when you get into the mood you are a very expressive person, but being all wound up in this type of setting doesn't really help. I'm not trying to bug you by telling you to lighten up, I'm just saying that It'd be better to see you at least feign a smile or talk a little to lighten your seemingly neutral mood...It's up to you, if you want to ask questions or do what ever....Oh and by the way, I saw that you noticed my license plate before we were coming here, I am a transfer from Varron, but I have no problem with the student at Hircine. Just to let you know.....Hopefully you don't take any of what I said the wrong way."
I laughed a bit and then I looked over to her and waited for her to respond to me, wondering what she would say to what I said.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 13, 2007 7:33:04 GMT 1
Valencia’s eyes lilted off to the side until it fell to the floor as Carlos spoke. She retreated into the folds of her mind to ponder over his words because none of them were “wrong”… Nor were they “right”. She wasn’t exactly timid, she just puts up walls whenever she could for whatever reason they may be. She’s very, very well aware of how people don’t reach out to others nowadays and she’s one of those examples of people who are capable of reaching out without needing to be hyperactively outgoing… And a bit annoying sometimes. It’s simply a matter of when she chooses to reach out. Right now, she’s like a snake comfortably coiled up under her rock and doesn’t want anyone to touch her rock. But that aside, moving along, the topic of the current conversation was about Valencia needing to relax. She had little to say to this, so she didn’t continue upon it, even when she could’ve easily stated that it made no difference whether or not he came from Varron.
“It’s alright…”
A pause, a search for the right words, then continuation.
“Well, to start with… I don’t know enough about the hood. I also don’t know what you have so far to work off of… Why don’t you describe to me what it’s like?”
As long as it got the topic off of her...
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