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Post by parker knox cavanaugh on Nov 6, 2011 19:27:55 GMT -5
The recording studio; it was an easy place to lose yourself with the beats of the drums and the riffs of the guitar strumming through your ears through headphones. They were small booths filled with a microphone stand, or a drum kit or whatever instrument you played and all you had to do was play it while the person in the booth was doing their own thing, Parker loved the recording studio, mainly because people hardly ever entered the place and it was easy for him to do his work without blushing because of someone entering. Normally, when people saw that recording booth full, even if it was just one person, they would apologise and leave straight away because people in the school didn’t like to interrupt others while they were creating their own magic, Parker wouldn’t have minded an audience, it was just that he was incredibly shy of an audience, he wasn’t good enough to be in this school, that he knew and he had no idea how he had been accepted at all.
Moving to Paris, at the age of fifteen had given him a new perception of life, that just because you were young it didn’t mean that you didn’t have to work hard; you had to, you had to work extremely hard to become someone in this world otherwise you would be let behind in the shadows while people trampled on you to chase their own ambitions and dreams. Sadly, the only thing that was preventing Parker from reaching his dreams was the awkwardness that he felt whenever he had to get in front of a crowd; it was easy in front of friends because they were always so used to the banter that you put on whenever they were around, but in front of class mates, some people that hardly even knew you or were your worst enemies; that was just horrible for him and made him want to puke. He was never good when it came down to anything to do with nerves or doing something in front of people because they were always judging you with their eyes, he was never good at looking people in the eyes; it was terrifying.
There was always one person needed in the recording booth so that they could control the switches outside of the booth, but whenever Parker was in there, he tried not to take a person, though he was always somehow caught out in the end. Once again, he was alone in the small booth, a hand on his earphones as he listened to the drumsticks of the beginning intros of a new song that he had taught himself to play with the guitar, for now it was the vocals though. Coughing a little as the riff started he began to sing, losing himself in the moment, his eyes closed, his face showing passion for the words that were coming out of his mouth. He tried to imagine himself in front of an audience, an audience where everyone loved him and where he seemed like a proper star, but he couldn’t, it all came tumbling down around him somehow and he quickly stopped. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, putting he headphones back onto the microphone stand properly and getting out of the booth quickly. Looking at all the buttons, he pressed the simple play button, listening to his vocals and wincing how out of sound he was; this was horrible.
tagged// luke!
word count// 577!
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thoughts// bloop, horrible start ><
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Post by luke on Nov 10, 2011 22:33:21 GMT -5
Sometimes, Luke envied the people that had lived in Paris their whole lives. It was a nice place, and truly Europe's own little party place when it came to the sheer amount of night clubs and drunks wandering around the streets. And yes, that was what Luke categorized as nice these days. Maybe a little pathetic, considering he'd barely come in contact with drinks – let alone clubs – before the little incident, but Luke wasn't going to be a happy camper if anyone judged him on his taste. And his taste itself? Oh, he could spend days listing everything he liked and even longer ranting about the things he didn't. But he wasn't going to go into that now; no, he was a man on a mission. Or, well, a student that was looking for something to do because he was bored out of his mind. Luke could safely say that school was on his list of things he didn't like, and there was no long story behind that. Most of his school had been average for him, and there was no sense of regret when he had left that all behind when he had graduated high school. And then Izaak had convinced him to go to college... No, not convinced exactly. More like planted the seeds of the idea in Luke's head, and it had simply grown roots over the years. Either way, it was still that guy's fault, and now here he was.
And no, he wasn't enjoying it. He had to wake up earlier than he would otherwise, and he had to sing in front of teachers. It wasn't the singing itself that bothered Luke, though. He had no problem with confidence as long as his darling brother reminded him to take his pills every morning, it was just that he didn't like being told what to do. He would do things when he felt like them, and not on command. But since it was school and he had to do things on command, he just had to figure out a way to make it seem like his own idea. Really, Luke was like a cat sometimes... It was then that he passed the recording studio. Fate? Not at all, but it provided Luke with something to do that the teachers would actually approve of. He was guessing that no one would be in there at this time of day, so he didn't bother with the normal noisy entrance that he made a show of just to annoy strangers. Actually, it was with an oddly subdued air that he pushed the door of the studio open, glancing around out of habit to see if he had disrupted anything or anyone.
But of course, he had. Now, if it had been any old stranger that Luke had walked in on, he would have quietly left like every other person did. But he recognized the mop of brown hair that was currently wincing at whatever he was listening to, so he didn't leave. Far from it. Taking a few steps to stand behind Parker, Luke gently took the headphones off the younger boy's head, holding them over his own ears for a moment before setting them down. ”Hey, you sound really good, kid!” he said cheerfully, ruffling Parker's hair with one hand and wrapping the other around his chest in a sort of messed up hug. He normally wasn't this touchy with people, but he and Parker had met before. And, as was common with Luke, he wanted to get into the guy's pants with some part of his mind. Which wasn't important right now, not at all.
notes ohlook, a shit response! XD sorreh, luke muse is low
words 624
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Post by parker knox cavanaugh on Nov 12, 2011 14:47:10 GMT -5
Getting out of his family house was one of the first ambitions in Parker’s life, he had grown sick and tired of acting like a mother for his two sisters, of making sure that his father was alright while he was in rehab, while making sure that everything seemed perfect in the little kids’ worlds while his own was crumbling away like a pastry. He wanted to get away from it all, to just have a life of his own where he could do anything that he wanted and not have anyone push him down, he knew getting into music was never his father’s idea of a real job or a real education, everything to his father seemed like that except for medicine, law and accounting and finance; those were the greatest jobs that you could find in the world according to his father. But he was only young, why did he have to strive to be the best then? Why couldn’t he just enjoy his life like any normal teenager was allowed to? Maybe it was because he had done something wrong, retracing steps and memories in his mind though, he could never figure out what it was. He was confused whenever it came to his life, he would rather just take himself out of everything and listen to everyone else; for everyone else Parker was a great person, but for himself he was a troubled youth, someone who didn’t deserve a place around people because he was mentally weird. That was why he had to get out, get out of his town and go to a place where he wasn’t seen as Parker Cavanaugh, the son of the troubled lawyer, but as Parker Cavanaugh; a student.
Whenever he was in the singing booth, he tended to lose himself in the words and in the lyrics that he was singing. He remembered a fact that he had once learned about music, by Monserrat Caballe, that when a singer truly feels and experiences what the music is all about, the words will automatically ring true; this was what Parker wanted to do, he wanted his emotions to come out through his music; to make people believe that he himself believed in everything that he sang, but listening back to his music it seemed as if he were failing terribly. His words seemed to tremble, he was hitting the wrong notes and he was sure that people who weren’t tone deaf would be able to tell that he missed one of the High C’s in the chorus of the song when he sang. His music was becoming terrible and he had no idea why. It was as if the pressure of performing to people was getting to him and he had to force himself not to let that happen’ but he couldn’t.
Parker struggled when someone decided to take his headphones out of his hand, and he looked around startled; terrified even. “No, no, give it back!” But Luke already held the earphones against his own ears, and Parker waited for the terrible bashing that was about to come about him being a horrible singer. Eyes widening as a compliment left the older man’s mouth, he let out a nervous chuckle. Allowing the man to ruffle his hair and hug him with one arm, Parker returned it, squeezing the older boy gently. “Really? You’re not kidding are you? Because I think I sound like a cat that’s had his tail stepped on...” Shaking his head, he took the earphones back from Luke and hung it around the microphone stand and looked at Luke with earnest eyes.
tagged// luke!
word count// 605!
outfit// click!
thoughts// xD thou did fine =)
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Post by luke on Nov 26, 2011 18:03:31 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe Luke took his jokes a little too far sometimes. He poked and prodded and made fun of whoever he considered his friends, and only apologized when they started getting honestly upset. But then again, his definition of upset probably wasn't the socially accepted version of the word either. For instance, even when Parker was obviously scared by normal human standards, Luke wasn't worried. At all. If anything, the older boy was happy that he was getting a response from Parker, even if it was obviously negative. Really, he didn't mean any harm by it! Luke just liked to see how people reacted to this and that, since his reactions to the same things weren't anywhere near the typical response. If he did something wrong, he wouldn't do it ever again; was that so horrible? He learned from his mistakes, and most of the time, he honestly cared about the people that he teased. Most of the time was the key phrase there, but still. He wasn't a bad person, and when someone asked him to stop, he would. Luke had his own reasons for doing this, sure, but they weren't nasty or bad or perverted or anything.
The singer normally tried to be honest with people, but even his best effort fell flat more often than he'd like to admit. No, Parker really didn't sound great, but how could he say that to the kid? He'd missed a lot of notes, but Luke wasn't going to be a critic. ”No, I'm not kidding,” he said lightly, ruining the understanding statement with a laugh. Luke wasn't kidding, just... sugar-coating the truth? No, more like full out lying. But how could he intentionally hurt someone as cute as Parker? ”I'm pretty sure cats can't speak or sing, so...” When in doubt, be literal! Or just avoid the topic, that worked too, and Luke was currently doing a mix of the two. The singer was normally very skilled at avoiding things, but that normally included walking away, or drinking when it came to avoiding thoughts. He wasn't about to walk away from Parker, and there was no alcohol around to distract himself with.. so eventually, he'd have to return to the topic of Parker's singing, or face an awkward silence, which he absolutely despised.
”It's not the best, but it's really good. Better than the last time I heard you sing. Anyway, even if you still have a bit of work to do...” Luke trailed off at the end. He had been about to say that Parker would still be cute and sexy and hot and whatever other adjectives came to mind, but on second thought, the awkward kid probably wouldn't appreciate that. ”You're still awesome, yeah?”
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Post by parker knox cavanaugh on Nov 26, 2011 19:05:27 GMT -5
Confidence was one of the major problems in a lot of people; especially teenagers, they couldn’t see what others thought of them. Since Parker was still a teenager, he thought that there were a lot of things wrong with him. He was frankly too short for his age, his nose was slightly bent and he was a bit too skinny. He had heard a lot of that being said about him and he had no idea why he was even taking up singing because he did have a horrible voice. He missed a lot of notes, pitches, he only started taking singing because his sisters had told him that he was good at it otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered. He should have just applied for the instrument section of the academy; it would have made him feel much better instead because it was easier for him to realise his mistakes. He was, and never would be, confident with himself; there was no way anyone would be able to make him think otherwise. He often wondered as to how people could be so comfortable in their own skin because at times Parker would love to be someone else. But it would never happen and he’d be stuck in the body of an awkward, slightly gangly teenager.
He knew he had done horrible with his singing and that was why Parker didn’t want the older man to listen to it at all. He was being stupid but Parker was afraid of criticism, even constructive ones because it just made him seem hopeless; as if he’d never be able to do anything at all without the help of people all the time. Which was stupid because he managed to help in the upbringing of his sisters by himself with his father away, so there was no problem there was it? But Parker always pushed it to the back of his mind, he seemed incompetent. Raising an eyebrow as a laugh followed Luke’s words, he knew that the man was lying, it was just simply obvious. He was sensitive but it only just made him more sensitive when people were trying to be good to him when he didn’t even deserve it. His face turned serious as the guy joked about cat’s not being able to speak or sing. “Luke…” A sort of underlying tone of threat played at the edges of his voice.
Nodding his head, and breathing out in a sigh, he continued to listen as Luke spoke. “I knew it was horrible, face it, I think I should just give up the singing and stick to my guitar.” Nodding his head once more, he picked his head up to look at Luke. “Yup, awesome.” Mustering up a smile, he looked at the man and looked around the booth. “Wait, did you need the recording booth? I can always give it to you now, I think I’m done anyway."
tagged// luke!
word count// 492!
outfit// click!
thoughts// =)
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