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Post by em on Oct 1, 2011 16:21:53 GMT -5
He laughed. "Thanks, I'm there for guitar, but the two go hand in hand, so i take a few singing classes. But mostly its about me and my baby." He said with a smile, patting his guitar case. Most musicians were very connected with their instruments. He wasn't sure about his singing, but he didn't think he was so bad. The untrained quality gave it some life.
He nodded at her comment on traveling. "That makes sense." More to see and explore and new traditions of art. It was good for artists to travel in his opinion. But he liked having been few places, he could really connect with them, get into their life blood so to speak.
David chuckled. People were always surprised. "Yeah. I play at some lounges, and on the street of course, and I teach kids how to play." He shrugged. "As a guitarist its more about either getting in a band or doing classical guitar on my own, and I just don't know what I wanna do with my art."
He sighed. "Yeah, I mean, I'm glad to be there, I'd just rather have earned it, deserved it. Not like, oh you're a decent guitar player and I wanna have time alone with my new husband so i'm gonna find a place for you." David laughed, almost bitterly and shook his head. "I'm still mad at her for breaking up my parents, but I know she's done a lot for my music."
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Post by anouk lirienne fournier on Oct 1, 2011 17:17:07 GMT -5
Anouk smiled, loving the way he talked about his guitar. She had the same connection with her art, for her it was her everything. Her whole world revolved around it, and she loved to spread that love around. She also smiled when he commented he taught kids how to play, it was easy to see he enjoyed a lot what he was doing. Anouk thought for a moment that he really belonged out there on the streets, playing around the world bringing happiness with his music. “That’s awesome, and impressive, I barely have time to hang around with my projects and everything, I’m amazed you can have so much free time on your last year.” She frowned when he said he didn’t know what he was going to do with his music, if in your fourth year you still didn’t know where you were going then you were screwed. “Maybe you should look for some guidance at the academy, talk to your teachers and figure it out.” She said thinking. “But I believe is more a matter of what you feel more comfortable playing.”
She winced at the bitterness of his tone. He really disliked her new step-mother, that wasn’t the case with her but it kind of reminded her of Alexei, he had disliked her a lot at first and it had took a great amount of her time and effort on her side to change that. Now their relationship was great, except for the fact that she didn’t want to spend time around him anymore, because every time she saw him she felt the urge of telling him everything about her feelings. “At least you got something to thank her for.” She tried to make it seem lighter than it was, she didn’t like the tone of his voice or the way he felt when he talked about it. “I mean, is not that bad right? And well, I don’t think you are just a decent musician. ‘Just decent’ doesn’t make it to the school, doesn’t matter if you have money or not. ” They picked the best of the best, if you were normal, or decent you were out, that was the rule there, and that’s why rivalry and jealousy and competition was always present inside the school.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 381
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Post by em on Oct 1, 2011 21:36:22 GMT -5
David shrugged. "i love what I do. I like sharing my music, my soul. I don't care that i don't have a record label and an up and coming band or anything... I'm just doing it my way. They can teach me, but that doesn't make me have to do anything." It wasn't that he didn't plan to keep up with his music or anything like that. He could teach and play on the street--you actually made a lot of money that way. playing at open mic nights and at small clubs and dives. it was the pre-fame step and he liked it. And honestly, as much as he didn't like the countryside usually. He'd go home to the family ranch and play in the fields of nowhere, thinking about the city and be happy.
David wanted to be happy. That was his life goal. Not to sell out at a concert, or sign autographs for the rest of his life. Fame and money were secondary to the art. But he didn't need to fill her in on his philosophy.
He nodded. "Yeah." He did owe her a thank you for the academy, for bringing him to Paris and giving him an independent life. But because of her he barely knew his mother and his sister.
"Right, thanks," He smiled at her. He did have talent and he couldn't have gotten in and stayed in without that. Right? Right.
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Post by anouk lirienne fournier on Oct 2, 2011 8:42:48 GMT -5
She nodded understanding what he said, but she couldn’t understand how he could make a live of it. “I know what you say but… it’s your future you know? You have to live from something.” He was having a great chance at the academy, not using it would be a waste. Or at least that was what she thought, but since it was his life she wouldn’t interfere. She wasn’t saying he had to make it big, she was only saying he should give a thought at the chance. “I’m interested in doing some… exhibit, I was thinking of using the draws of the cities I’ve been.” It would be her way of getting over her fear. Her draws were important for her, they had some emotional meaning, she had drawn them at some special moment to remember, it had a lot of feelings on them. They weren’t as personal as other she might have, but it was a start. And doing it in her step-brother gallery will make her feel somehow comfortable and protected.
“When did you discovered you liked music?” She asked, looking for something to talk about. She had dragged him with her to the café in the first place when she was feeling in such a bad mood. She wasn’t mad; she was just… messed up and confused. Loads of things going on her mind and little time to think about them, besides when she tried to paint, she couldn’t find the right colors, or the right way to express what she wanted. She was plain frustrated. “I discovered I liked to draw when I was traveling with my father.” She said, chewing on her fingernail, something she did out of habit and that she didn’t like much, but it sort of calmed her mind. “I’m sorry, I’m on such a mood. I left home in order to have some peace of mind and I just ended up thinking too much.” She excused herself, trying to let him know she wasn’t usually this sad and boring.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 340
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Post by em on Oct 2, 2011 13:31:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, I mean, my family has money. I'm taken care of, and honestly I'd like my art to stay an art, and not a business." He said with a shrug. "I have connections, i work the underground music circuit, and it'll go where it goes." David said. Anouk didn't really have to judge his life plans. He would love to work with his hands somewhere, keep teaching and such. Fame and perfection wasn't everything. Not at all.
"Cool, I'd love to see your exhibit when you get it up." it would be a way for him to travel and see the world by going to one little gallery. he nodded lightly. But he wasn't sure how he felt about her on the whole. She seemed nice enough but sort of closed off with her ideas about what everyone at La Lumineuse should be doing.
"I can't remember not liking it... My aunt plays the guitar and my grandpa has a horse ranch near Calgary where we went ever summer, and she'd teach me between chores, under the sun in the rolling plains..." he shrugged. He always liked music.
He smiled at her kindly. "It's okay, we all have those kinds of days."
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Post by anouk lirienne fournier on Oct 2, 2011 15:36:03 GMT -5
Money moved La Lumineuse’s little world of genius. She wasn’t surprised to hear he had it. Anouk stared at him for a while, admiring that air of freedom he had around. He seemed so… relaxed. Honestly, she hadn’t feel relaxed at all in a very long time, with all the pressure she put upon herself and the pressure of others she never had a moment to rest and just really enjoy what she was doing. She loved painting, but lately it had all been in kind of a rush, it was somehow forced and she didn’t like the feeling of that. Sometimes she felt she was on a cage, she wanted to break free from the expectations others had for her. “I admire you, you seem so sure, and so relaxed… you seem so... free.” She realized for the first time she had been acting like her mother and felt ashamed for it. “You know what? Sounds like a great plan. I wish you luck, would love to hear you on one of your shows.” She laughed, remembering she had already listen to him, but it had been for so little she couldn’t really count that.
She smiled and thought about what Alexei had tell her, she needed to step out of her comfort zone, and right now she was doing just that. It was a great feeling; she couldn’t remember when she had become such a coward, maybe sometime between her first year and her second one. “I’ll make sure to tell you then, I’ll be delighted if you come.” She listened to him talking about his music and knew he really felt it, it was kind of the same feeling she had when she was painting. Her mind goes blank and everything just flood from her fingers to the canvas or the paper. It was as if she was emptying her mind, cleaning it from it all and it was a great moment of peace. “Thanks for understanding me. I was sounding like my mom you know… when people pressure you too much you end up talking like them.” They wanted for her to make it as big as them, and of course they had taught her the only way for that was having her ideas clear, her mind set on the goal and very hard work. She needed a break from home or she will end up becoming her parents, the idea made her shiver.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 408
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Post by em on Oct 2, 2011 17:18:53 GMT -5
David smiled. He'd made an impression, a good one. Anouk had finally come around to his way of thinking, or at least saw what he was doing, what he was about. He didn't tell her that his music had to be free because he felt trapped everywhere else, his family, school... Music needed to stay free and open ended, that was the way for art to grow. Art was like a flower, it needed sun and soil and water, like it needed lessons, praise and practice. But too much of anything will kill it. Music, and other arts, had natural life and needed to grow and expand. "Thanks," he told her, flattered that she admired him.
David decided she wasn't so bad and when she suggested hearing him play, and being glad if he came to a show of hers. "Want to exchange numbers?" He asked, since phone was the best way to reach most people. David took his out and held it out to her so she could program her number in so he could call or text when he had a show and vice versa.
He laughed when she said she was sounding like her mom. David understood that, he heard his dad in his head all the time. Usually reprimanding him, or telling him to hob-knob with pretty rich blondes. "I hear you." he nodded. Parents were pressure.
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Post by anouk lirienne fournier on Oct 2, 2011 17:52:13 GMT -5
Anouk smiled when they finally found something in common or at least seemed things were going to go smooth. Sometimes she was hard to handle, she didn’t want to scare David off so she was happy about finding a way around. “You are welcome.” She answered, drinking the last drops of her hot chocolate and finishing her apple pie. Apple pie was her weakness, well, sweets had been her weakness but she couldn’t eat much of them, she wanted to stay in her line. “This is good right? Is one of those things France is famous for.” Just like macaroons, the Louvre or the Eiffel tower. You wouldn’t find a single bakery which didn’t have apple pie, sometimes she bought some on her way to her brother’s gallery with some coffee and spent the afternoon there. It had been long since she had made so though. She had been avoiding him all she could, coming back home when he was out and going out when he was coming.
She picked David’s phone and wrote her number on it. They had gone to the phone exchanging that was good, maybe she will do a new friend out of this. “There it goes, I had another one but you will never reach me there.” When she wanted peace of mind she left her phone at home taking with her another one which number was unknown for her family. Only a selected few had it and it was only for emergencies, when she was on a real crisis or was really having a fit at something she will use the phone. “I’m glad to had meet you in such strange circumstances.” At first she thought it had been weird to find him playing on the street but now she had realized it suited and that it made him special. Everyone had their ways of expressing their art, and this was David’s way. She respected him for that because for her, art was sacred.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 330
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