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Post by simon earl tapp on Feb 24, 2012 14:41:14 GMT -5
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the flowers smelled lovely, and Simon was in a gloriously cheerful mood. Not overly surprising considering he was usually a chipper as a chipmunk with a nest full of nuts anyways. If it weren't for the guitar case over his shoulder Simon probably would have skipped through the park. As it was he settled on a casual saunter instead. Going to parks was always so relaxing. It was nice to take a load off from school and just focus on me-time instead. That was exactly what Simon's intentions for today were. Me-time. No distractions or stress. Though he couldn't really say he'd been stressed as of late, but still. Everyone needed a breath of fresh air once in a while. School wasn't bad or anything but being out in nature really juiced up the creative process.
Not to mention Simon had another intention as well. What that is will be revealed soon enough. There wasn't a particular destination the boy had set for himself so he just meandered through the park aimlessly until a bench caught his eye. Ah yes, that would do nicely. Simon aimed for it, sidestepping two children playing tag in the process. No worries there, he made it to the bench alive and well. Once he reached it the guitar case was placed on it and then opened. The instrument was withdrawn and Simon eased into the strap, leaving the case open on the bench before taking a few steps to the side.
A few couple strums were given, different colored sparks rose with each separate note. Simon smiled, taking a deep breath before he opened his mouth and started singing along to the song. Oh yeah, I went there. Every now and again someone who walked by would drop a dollar or some change into the open case, inviting a thankful nod from Simon each time. After a bit a small group had gathered to watch the spectacle. Eventually the song ended and the people scattered about offered their applause. Simon smiled and took a little bow, watching the multicolored fireworks spring up from the clapping hands.
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Comments: Hopefully this works. xD I'm not overly good at opening posts~ loll.
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Post by fiore andreas ghirlandaio on Feb 24, 2012 15:55:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/2ezh6og.jpg)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] glad you came-- The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts Is here and now My universe will never be the same I'm glad you came You cast a spell on me, spell on me You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me And I decided you look well on me, well on me So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me Parks were always so attractive, and they also were one of Fiore’s favorite destinations. He liked being outdoors; he liked the controlled nature environment that a park provided. He would scream and maybe attempt to snap some necks if he ever was dragged to the wilderness though. Fiore wasn’t a fan of survival of the fittest and he certainly didn’t like to have dirt inside his shoes on a regular basis. Parks were completely different though, they kept nature behind nicely arranged boundaries and he was free to admire it while stepping on a paved walkway.
Lately Fiore had been suffering of a small bout of lack of inspiration. There was nothing else in the world he loathed more than sitting on his desk at his brother’s apartment and finding himself with nothing to write about. It was infuriating, and unnerving… thus the visit to the park. Instead of sitting on his ass and pondering over why his muses were being such bitches, Fiore decided to lure them out with a nice walk outdoors.
The stroll had been pretty uneventful so far. He saw some birds, a suspicious looking squirrel and a couple that were kissing so deeply that Fiore thought they were trying to eat each other. Ok, that one might have sparked a little inspiration and he even felt compelled to write down the situation on the little black notebook he carried around but still, it wasn’t enough to write a song.
Fiore was seconds away from giving up but the sound of pleasant music stopped him from falling into what could’ve turned into quite a foul mood. Following the sound of music he finally spotted a small crowd around what seemed to be a street performer. A few ‘excuse me’s’ and ‘pardon me’s’ later got him to the front of the crowd where he was able to witness the show. It wasn’t some random performer though, Fiore was able to recognize the guy as Simon, someone from the Academy in his grade. Crossing his arms in front of his chest Fiore watched Simon sing, enjoying the sound of his voice and the beat of the song. Once the show was over he clapped with the rest but lingered until everyone was gone.
“if you needed money for lunch I could’ve invited you~” Fiore said playfully while staring down at the guitar case with money on it. Lifting his gaze at Simon he posed his eyes on the other’s face, a curious look taking up on his features. “Nice song, did you write it? Nice voice too!” He said cheerfully while flopping on the bench, thankful at the fact he found a distraction before turning into an angry monster. |
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Post by simon earl tapp on Feb 24, 2012 16:49:00 GMT -5
It didn't take long for people to begin to dissipate. While he was intending on singing another sing, Simon was distracted for a moment by strolling over to observe the small pile of money. Since his eyes were averted he didn't see Fiore, and the voice came as a surprise to him. "If you needed money for lunch I could've invited you~" The words caused the boy to spin around, recognition lighting in his blue stare a moment later. A smile spread across his lips before he gave a casual shrug. "With the amount of food I can scarf down I didn't want you to go broke." It was true too. Simon might be a small guy but he could mow down on noms like nobody's business.
"Nice song, did you write it? Nice voice too!" For now he remained standing, slowly moving the guitar strap off his shoulder and over his head. He arched a brow at Fiore, the smile faltering into something more lopsided as he mulled over the question. "Really? That was 'Dancing with Myself,' don't tell me you've never heard of Billy Idol. 'Rebel Yell,' or 'White Wedding,' ringing any bells?" Then again if Fiore genuinely didn't know the song he'd just sung then he probably didn't know the other ones either. It just seemed like a shocker to Simon. "Billy Idol's from England y'know. Not all that far from here." He paused for a moment, scrunching his face up in thought before continuing with, "well actually I guess it's sort of far. Compared to America it isn't though." Probably only seemed like England was close to someone who had lived leaps and bound away prior to coming to Paris, France.
"Thanks for the compliment by the way. On my voice, I mean." Simon flashed a renewed grin at the other boy before setting his guitar down gently across the case. He reached up, scratching absently at his hair. "So what's up? Wandering through the park for a reason today or just for s's and g's?" The sound of a dog barking momentarily drew Simon's attention and he glanced over to watch said canine take off after a Frisbee. "Not that I'm judging you if it's the latter. It's a great day out." Eyes returned to Fiore as he waited on a response.
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Post by fiore andreas ghirlandaio on Feb 29, 2012 21:22:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/2ezh6og.jpg)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] glad you came-- The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts Is here and now My universe will never be the same I'm glad you came You cast a spell on me, spell on me You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me And I decided you look well on me, well on me So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me “Hey, never underestimate the power of a Black American Express~” Fiore said playfully while tapping the pocket where his wallet was safely kept. The comment of course could be taken as a joke, and in a sense it was. Fiore DID have one of those ridiculously expensive cards since his mother practically forced him to carry it but he certainly would never use his family’s money for pretty much anything. “Hmmm you look like your legs are hollow though, so maybe I’ll just invite you to one of those ‘all you can eat’ buffets.” He grinned a moment before focusing on Simon as he picked up the fruit of his work.
“Dancing with myself?” He repeated the song name while letting his eyes drift up, as if trying to recall the name. “No… doesn’t ring a bell. Then again, I was a lot more focused on Italian music. That’s what I’m here for though, to learn.” Fiore’s apologetic shrug accompanied by a small smile showed that his previous bout of boredom and bad temper was completely washed out. Bipolar much? Pshhh of course not! “But yeah… I’m more of a vivo per lei da quando sai~ la prima volta l’ho encontrata~” He added in a singing tone and with his Italian voice, rather cheerfully as well since Fiore was quite aware that his voice wasn’t the best. He was at the academy for song writing after all. “Italy is a bit farther from England than Paris and you know, we’re just a bunch of pompous stuck ups. Listening to foreign music? Puh-lease!”
Fiore was a bit surprised at how something so simple like finding a school companion could affect his mood so easily. Then again, he had been looking for a diversion and he just happened to find it. “S’s and g’s?” He repeated the expression, completely oblivious as to what Simon meant. “You Americans have the weirdest expressions.” He chuckled while shifting his position, his chin rested on his palms and his elbows on his knees while his gaze continued fixed on Simon. “I’m going through one of those inspirational bumps and since I have an assignment to turn in tomorrow you can see it’s a problem. Came here finding something to entertain myself with, and I just happened to find you~” He said in the flirty musical tone of voice he used when he was in good mood. Fiore wasn’t too familiar with Simon though even though he planned to fix that so he didn’t know how far he could go with the flirting and get away with it. “What other songs you got in your repertory? Maybe if I listen to you long enough I’ll get inspiration to write something.” Ok that wasn’t flirting, it was actually truthful but perhaps Fiore could’ve said it without giving Simon a few lustful looks…
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