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Post by em on Oct 5, 2011 19:41:14 GMT -5
David sadly shook his head. "No, I'm afraid I don't. You'll have to play it for me sometimes, I'll learn it." He offered with a smile, hoping it wouldn't be difficult because he did want to impress her. Kinley had started to blush and he couldn't help but grin. She looked so human, so cute, when she smiled, fumbling with her words as the blush spread. He laughed and shrugged. "I don't know, I think everything's just supposed to sound sexier when you say it... you being anyone who speaks a romance language." He said with a little shrug of his hands. David didn't consider himself part of that group though, he really spoke English, French was like a rusty back tire that he was having to ride on instead.
Float on the same boat? he'd never heard that expression before, but it was adorable and he found himself hiding a grin, not wanting to seem creepy, or just too much in general. "I'd offer to just speak Italian, but I don't know it." Almost everyone these days was taught English, and well, French just sounded so much better, so they could stick to that.
"Yeah, I do." he said, staring into space a little, his hands wrapped around his hot chocolate. "I miss the way it was too... my parents divorced, mom and my sister went to live with my Grandfather near Calgary.. Canada. And I had to move here with my dad and his new wife... it was a really awkward thing. I like France, but I do miss Canada, its a beautiful place." he explained, not embarrassed to tell her his past. He wasn't sure why though.
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Post by kinley on Oct 5, 2011 20:08:17 GMT -5
 “Maybe I will. I have a dance to it and its pretty simple but the musical notes to the song may be a little more complicated then I think.” Kinley offered a small shrug. She only paid attention to the melodies of songs in order to match her body movement but other than that she had no clue. She was no music major but she hoped David would find it easy to learn because it was a really nice song. “My attempt turned out to be a fail, so you can chose whatever song you’d like to sing.” She added, knowing he probably had many up his sleeve. Lyrics was another aspect she paid attention to in songs because when dancing she had to act out the words. “How old were you when you wrote your first song?” Kinley asked out of curiosity while they were still on the topic of music. She had to assume he wrote his own lyrics. Most musicians at their level and ones who were career based made their own stuff but she knew of the writers that liked to help out. Personally she liked when artist did everything on their own because I made their work very personal. That was how her dancing was with every dance she choreographed herself.
As she took a moment to compose herself, Kinley smiled, agreeing with his statement. “True. Some how those languages seem to roll off the tongue. English sounds very monotone but yet romantic words are just as powerful in any language.” She added, knowing the meaning of words were the most important. She wondered what it was like for her mother, being in an arranged marriage, when her father spoke the words ‘I love you’ for the first time. Her mother never really talked about it but used their love as leverage to prove that arranged marriages would work. Either was, Kinley had no interest marrying someone she didn’t know. “Well, I will have to teach you.” The brunette offered, knowing that learning a whole new language was hard but fun in the process.
“I’m sorry.” She looked down for a moment as he spoke, placing her drink on the table. “Sometimes life can be unfair.” That really depended on the type of person someone was. Some people enjoyed every moment and looked at threw a positive aspect but was a difficult trait to grasp. “At least you have the academy to look forward to right?” She questioned, hoping there was some good coming out of his stay in France.
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wordcount:: 425
comments:: kinley adores him.
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Post by em on Oct 6, 2011 11:35:47 GMT -5
David laughed. "I'm a pro, its all good." he teased. But really, he didn't mind a challenge. He did go to La Luminuese after all, he could handle whatever the song was. Probably.Then she asked about when he wrote his first song. "You mean like a real song? Chords, lyrics and all? Maybe 13. But I mean i was making up songs and singing them when I was five, playing them when I was 8, but I didn't really make formal songs until I was a teenager." David said with a shrug. But kids made up songs all the time and no one considered them song writers, but David would argue that was music too. So he gave her the full rundown.
He chuckled. "I like English, but I agree, it can be kind of harsh, flat... I think the key is sentiments with real emotion behind them are romantic no matter the language. just like empty words always sound dead, no matter if its in say, French or not." David said with a shrug. Besides, he tended to think actions spoke louder than words. But words tried to make sense of the actions, explain them, understand them.
David laughed and shook his head. "I'd butcher that too, but you can try I guess." He said with a little smile. He knew a few words in several languages, purely because of singing. But he didn't know them, understand them or really know how to simply speak them.
He shrugged. "Cest la vi," David offered her a smile. "Someday I'll get back to Canada, I like Paris though." Now the academy was a touchy subject. "Yeah... I have mixed feelings about it because my step mother pretty much just didn't want me living with them and pulled some strings to get me in... Some people worked really hard to get there, they wanted it so badly and I can't help but feel that i took someone else's spot. I've enjoyed it, I've learned a lot... but I can't help but wonder whose dream got crushed because of me." David hadn't meant to get so deep but she made him feel safe somehow. maybe it was the tenderness he saw in her eyes.
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notes: <3
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Post by kinley on Oct 6, 2011 17:36:32 GMT -5
Kinley smiled warmly as David spoke of the first time he really began writing songs. She pictured a minature version of the tall brunett across from her. She giggled softly as she imagined the small boy playing with a toy guitar and singing songs that he probably heard of the radio or tv show. "You must have been so adorable serenading your family with songs. I bet your mom has loads videos too." She teased, knowing some how she would get her hands on those videos of him. If she had to call his mom and ask her to mail them she would. "But that's cool. I always wondered how hard it would be to write a song. I use to write poems but they weren't good." Kinley admitted, realizing that writing was not her calling. Dance on the other hand would make the twenty-one year old into everything she wanted to be. She too had videos from childhood with dance recitals or silly routines that she made up in her bedroom but never would she allow anyone to watch them.
Kinley took small bites of her croissant as their conversation continued on. She was amazed at how easily talking to David was. She was comfortable and allowed her to be vulnerable. It was rare, especially with a guy but she liked it. "I agree. But it does sound better in the romance languages." She nodded, knowing that she had always wanted someone to speak romantic words to her. She really didn't care what language but she wanted to at least find out that love was real and not something one could force. Kinley didn't want her parents to be right. She respected her parents own arrange marriage but it wasn't her and she taught with them every day about it. "You won't butcher it." She argued, knowing he had little back ground on foreign languages. "In Italian we say 'come la vita'." She gave him his first lesson in Italian for the phrase 'such is life'. "It sounds sound as smooth but it works." She offered a smile, realizing he was being very open with her.
"Ya that doesn't seem fair and I know you feel bad but everything happens for a reason right. She kept her eyes on him as she tried to make moment happier. "Besides you wouldn't have met me." A cheesy grin formed across her face in hopes of making him smile.
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comments:: xD.
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Post by em on Oct 6, 2011 18:08:41 GMT -5
David laughed, a tiny tinge of color on his cheeks. "Oh yes, many videos." he said shaking his head and laughing. He knew the one she'd like best. Him as a toddler, in a cowboy hat and shorts, with a little "guitar" made of a tissue box and rubber bands. "I know just the one you'd love, which also means, its the one I will make sure you never see." He teased her lightly. But he liked the idea of her coming to Canada, the ranch... visiting the family... It was crazy to think they'd ever reach a place where that would be a normal proposition, but he thought how she would look with his family....
"It depends if you're inspired or not? Writing the words is not really a strong suit of mine, but I can play, I can write the music." David shrugged lightly. Sometimes it was like pulling teeth and sometimes it was like breathing. Like any art, it could be a struggle, but it was worth it, generally speaking. Most people didn't work for hours and days and not get something to show for it.
David chuckled. "And that would have been a sad day indeed," He said when she mentioned how he never would have met her. "And poor you, you'd be dancing all the time, its a pity no one else has tried to get you out of there. " He said. She looked lovely in a normal setting, he suspected that the dance hall was a security blanket. She felt her best there. He finished his croissant and washed it down with a gulp of hot chocolate.
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Post by kinley on Oct 6, 2011 18:40:33 GMT -5
"Oh I will get that video. Even if I have to sweet talk your mom." Kinley smirked, knowing she would try their hardest. It was strange to think about speaking to his family, not because she didn't want to but because they hadn't known eachother long. Which was a strange reality itself because Kinley was feeling as though she had known David for years. Maybe he didn't know as much of information about her for that amount of time but easily he made her comfortable would come more from someone like her family. She definitely felt as though he was someone that would be important for the rest of her life. Hell, he was the first person to drag her away from dance as much as he had and that was saying something. Kinley wasn't entirely sure where their friendship would lead them but she hoped he'd stay around for awhile.
"I think they only way I could be inspired by words would be in a way of expressing my emotion but I think I learned early on that dancing made more of a statement than writing." She admitted, knowing it was completely true. Kinley used music and the art of body movement to express every emotion she felt. One may not be able to understand what the actual issue of hers was but could tell how she was feelings and that was really more important than anything. "You'll have to write some music for me to dance to." She suggested, somehow always bringing everything back to dance. It was an incontrolable habit of hers but at least she wasn't running back to the studio yet.
"I agree," she said with a smile across her face. Kinley would definitely be in the studio all hours of the day if he wasnt around. "I'm not exactly disappointed though..." Kinley admitted, not wanting to take anymore time from dance then she already had. "If you love something then its okay to comitte yourself to it right?" That was suppose to go towards a person but there was still a wall that kept Kinley from telling the real reason for her dedication.
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comments:: she's so stubborn.
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Post by em on Oct 6, 2011 19:04:44 GMT -5
"Sweet talk doesn't work on her, you'll need a different strategy." He said. "Now as for your mother, i bet i can charm her into letting me watch your baby tapes." She was probably an adorable kid, though sometimes beautiful people were awkward kids. Either way, he wanted to see her at her first dance show, her birthdays...
"I understand, I use music, let the notes speak for themselves most of the time." He said with a little nod and a shrug. Then she suggested that he should write her a song for her to dance to... "That would be fun, never done that before. I've heard dancers always need music because they count in 8s and nothing is written in 8." He chuckled and smiled. He knew a guy who made that his job after college, he did well with that. "I'll give it a shot when I've got a handle on my schedule." he promised with a nod.
"Of course you should commit to what you love, but not suffocate and obsess. It doesn't work with people, or food, or art... everything in moderation." David said, giving his honest opinion. He wanted more from life than just music. "What is that saying, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy? I think that's it. Same applies, you have to enjoy the beauty of life, get surprised by it. Not just get it in a way you know and love, be it dance or music or what have you." David said, leaning back in his chair, sort of just musing now.
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notes: haha my uncle wrote music for dancers in 8 after college, so i had to throw that in. its how he met my aunt
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Post by kinley on Oct 7, 2011 17:17:09 GMT -5
"I'll find something that works on your mother." Kinley retaliated, almost certain that his mother would like her. If his family was anything like David, she knew she would like them too. "Good luck with that. My mom...is picky." Kinley only hoped that her mother would be as awed over David as her daughter was but with the idea of an arranged marriage set in her ways. That wasn't to say her mother couldn't enjoy him as a friend but that was their intentions, right? "Besides, I've already hid all those tapes." She lied but in a joking matter. The fact of the matter was that Kinley did actually own all of her tapes. They were kept in a box that wa back at her apartment. She brought them with her because her parents never really desired to have any part of her dancing and all the tapes had been made by her brothers. Never once had her parents actually seen a recital of their daughters and it was something Kinley got use to with time.
"Exactly, it's so difficult to find songs." Usually the instructors picked out the music anyways but on her own time, the brunette loved to make up her own dances. Her music library was abundant and a lot of the songs weren't 8 count but she worked with it. "We will have to start on something, when you have time of course. I have no doubts you could make something I could dance too." Kinley liked to believe she could dance to anything but give her a hip hop song and she would look pathetic. Anything else was doable. The thought of working on a song with David sparked a little excitement. It meant more time spent with him and being this comfortable and happy, she didn't mind. Plus she would actually get the opprotunity to dance with him around.
Kinley picked at her croissant as he laid out his opinions on her dedication to dance. She wasn't sure how to react to his honesty other than to listen. There was so much more to her reasonings than he knew and if he did maybe he would understand a little more. "I have been surprised by life lately..." She brought her eyes to meet his as she fought to find the right words to say. "But dancing is my life. I rely on it for the outcome of my future." She bit her lower lip, not wanting to mention the arranged marriage. It wasn't something she wanted people to know because she was certain it wasn't going to happen.
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comments:: she's so stubborn.
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Post by em on Oct 7, 2011 17:51:08 GMT -5
"Picky huh? As long as your father doesn't come around with a shotgun, i think I'll manage." He said with a smile. "Oh? Did you now?" He arched an eyebrow when she said they were already hidden. "Are they in Paris with you then? Well i can just charm you into inviting me over." he said with a smile. "I assume you're picky too, but you already like me." He teased lightly.
Then he nodded. "Yes, we can make time." He always could make time, and her for, well... "I'll even stop trying to drag you out of the dance studio if you plan on sitting with me while i work on the song for you." He said with a smile. David wanted her to dance, get her practice and all and it wasn't like he always came to bother her or drag her away. Just enough to remind her she was a young woman in paris, and that would only happen once.
David nodded. "I'm not just talking about you, thats just my philosophy in life. I want there to be more to my life if I get arthritis in my fingers and can never play again, you know? if music falls though, I need a life underneath to catch me." He said, making it personal so she wouldn't feel he was picking on her or something. "You're just a good person, and I don't want you to fall without a net when you get too old to dance. I wish you happiness." He said. Too mushy and he knew it, but he was a genuine guy and he had to say what he was thinking.
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notes: poor kinley =( are her parents rich? who gets arranged marriages in 2011?
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Post by kinley on Oct 8, 2011 14:39:13 GMT -5
"I doubt he even owns one but maybe a butcher knife..." Kinley joked, knowing her father was never really that protective over her. That's what her two older brother were for while their father managed the restaurants. "But I doubt he'd harm a fly." Her father liked to pretend he was rough around the edges but it was his soft side that gave in to his daughters dreams. It was her mother that needed to be watches out for. It was the look in her eyes that kept her children from ever disobeying. "You shall never know." She prodded at his desire to find her childhood tapes. "I guess I will have to watch you like a hawk if you ever come over." She suggested, imagining her friend digging threw drawers. Since Kinley had moved to France, no one had seen the inside of her apartment other than her brothers who helped her move it. It was nothing special but definitely a home to a dancer. "Are you sure about that?" She smirked softly at his comment about liking him. It was true and more than he knew but she liked to toy with him.
"That's a deal." She pointed at him with exaggeration. She was more than willing to take that offer even if it still excluded her from dancing. Of course, she knew once the song was finished she could dance to it. Kinley wished she could make her stubbornness easier on David. She probably overreacted with each time he brought her out. She tried not to be a burden but Kinley couldn't help it. She wanted to understand his reasoning but she figured once her goal had been reached, then she would really be able to live her life, right? Though, she had to admit that David had good logic to life. "Yea, that would make sense." She never considered what would happen once she got too old for dance or if she was to have a serious injury that caused her from following her dreams. He was right in a sense that she would have nothing to fall back on if she didn't allow other possibilities into her life. "I figured that would all come later." Kinley offered a shrug knowing she was wrong.
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comments:: yes her parents are rich and exactly! that's why she refuses to give in to the marriage. technically she doesn't have to but there's always going against he parents that worries her.
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Post by em on Oct 10, 2011 11:35:15 GMT -5
"Yup, I'm sure, and I am also sure that you'll watch me like a hawk because I'm attractive, not because I'm gonna steal your baby videos." He teased lightly. A butcher knife was a terrifying thought so he was just going to let that be, no point in getting into that with her. he highly doubted she was serious... well, hopefully. But really he'd probably never meet her parents, and that was ok. They sounded intense from what he'd heard. But all parents were.
"But later is so fickle, you can keep putting off later, but things don't pop out of nowhere, they have to be cultivated." David said, unsnapping the lid to his guitar case. He wasn't sure what to say anymore, so he figured music would do it for him, and he did owe her a song after all. He tuned his guitar quietly, thinking. "I just like the life in your eyes, and ya know I think a person should find as many things that they love as possible." He shrugged, feeling a little uneasy. David had realized that he liked Kinley a bit more than he had originally thought.
David started to strum softly, before going with a Beatles classic, with some French, to span the geographic nature of their lives.
"Michelle, my belle.
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle.
Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
That's all I want to say.
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that
You'll understand..."
David smiled and noticed a few people were turning to look at them and he let out a chuckle saying, "Sadly her name isn't Michelle." Before continuing with the song, a few people humming along.
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notes: i know this sucks >< sorry
also, the song
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Post by kinley on Oct 10, 2011 18:49:19 GMT -5
“Don’t be so sure,” Kinley smirked at his comment. No doubt it was true but she would never admit it. David was a good looking guy. There was no denying that. He could get any girl he wanted. She was positive that there were already a few girls that gawked over him but luckily he wasn’t the type to follow suit after every female that gave him the time of day. The more time Kinley spent with David, the more she grew to like him. It was difficult to make friends with her schedule but he was proving it possible. The twenty-one year old hadn’t been this close with a guy since her second year at the academy. At that time, she allowed her feelings to get in the way and fall but eventually nothing worked out. The first boy wasn’t as into her as she had hoped and the second realized that Kinley wouldn’t put anything before dance. After getting hurt once, it was the only thing she could do. Now, sitting before David, she started to feel those same feelings. The ones that determined this was more than just a friendly bond but she struggled to push them away.
She wasn’t exactly sure who to respond to his advice. Deep down, Kinley knew he was right. She never allowed herself to love anything else other than dance. Yes, she had her reasons, ones she believed were exceptional, but what if he was right. What if dance suddenly ended and she didn’t have anything else. No family, because they are too pushed away, and nothing else to distinguish the rest of her life. She knew better than anyone that a dancers career only lasts so long and never had Kinley considered what her back up plan would be once it was all over.
Kinley didn’t really understand why David was so fascinated with her. With such little knowledge into her life, how could he really see good in it. She didn’t believe people were readable without history but maybe she was wrong about that too. Maybe David saw right threw her mask, the one she wore to hide her past and fears. If breaking down her walls was his intent then he was on the right track. She wanted to open up and explain the truth about her dreams and feelings but before she could really consider what to say, David brought out his guitar and started singing. She kept her eyes locked as he strummed the strings and sang the lyrics to a familiar song.
A smile was planted across her lips as she listened to the lyrics. Kinley wasn’t sure if the song had been picked out of complete random or for a reason but she loved every single word. She slightly blushed at his response to the wandering eyes in their direction. Her name wasn’t Michelle but did that really matter? Kinley waited out the rest of the song before she spoke again. “Good song,” she admitted, knowing a few of the Beatles songs.
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comments:: they are so adorable.
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