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Post by Jasper Rouleau on Feb 6, 2009 21:43:35 GMT -5
The song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewR-W7GgWHE&feature=relatedThe fingers swayed gracefully across the piano keys in the back of the auditorium, almost as if they weren't touching the keys at all. But music was magically playing. A head was seen swaying to the music, eyes shaded with aviators, a small grin plastered upon the lips. The peaceful song that filled the very top of the room was called, "La Fille aux Cheveux de Lin," aka, The Girl with the Flaxen Hair.
This song had been a favorite of Jasper's ever since he heard it first played at seven years old in France. Oddly enough, this song was the reason why he started piano in the first place. He wanted to learn how to play this song so that he could hear it all the time. After three years of piano, Jasper played the Debussy song at his recital, and won. He listened to the song when his parents were constantly fighting, he listened to the song when he arrived in America, depressed and lonely. It'd gotten Jasper through some rough times, and he's never once tired of it.
By now, Jasper had perfected and memorized "La Fille aux Cheveux de Lin." He could play this song in his sleep. His fingers bounced across the piano keys, flowing like a curtain unfolding. But even though Jasper was playing, he wasn't really listening. There were too many things on his mind right now for him to fully enjoy and immerse himself in the music. Playing piano for him was an escape. And usually when angry, Jas would play notes, forming them into a song, according to how he felt. But Jasper needed to play something that didn't require him to think so much, something that didn't require a whole lot of creativity.
He was hungover. And last night had been worse, heavier, than any other night he'd gone out partying. Jasper couldn't remember anything about last night, except that the result of it ended up in him getting a huge headache and feeling sick to his stomach. But he was pretty sure he'd taken some E. And normally, Jasper hated drugs. He didn't see the point of taking any. But he'd taken some, which meant he was a hypocrite. Jasper hated hypocrites, which now made him even more of one. The whole thing made his head hurt that much more.
Sighing, Jasper replayed the song over and over and over again. It's not a very long song, almost 3 minutes. And after probably the sixth or seventh time - he wasn't counting - Jasper quit and laid his head on the piano keys, which made a rather ugly noise. He took his water bottle, opened it, and pulled out two aspirin from a ziploc baggie from his pocket, and popped them in his mouth and took a swig of water. "Ugh, remind me why I drink again, Jasper?" |
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Post by " lacey starr on Feb 6, 2009 22:48:53 GMT -5
I WANNA HAVE THE SAME LAST DREAM [/size]   again, the one where i wake up,[/size] AND I'M ALIVE.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] School was annoying. It was pointless. It wasn't fun.
At least, that was how Lacey saw it. She always felt like she didn't need school to get where she wanted to be in life. School didn't tell her how to take amazing pictures or paint masterpieces. Sure, they offered Photography and Art classes, but they always seemed to be for beginners who didn't know how to zoom the camera or mix paints. And of course, these were things that Lacey had learned long ago.
And so, the other classes, unimportant to Lacey, tended to be generally ignored by her. She could probably get great marks if she applied herself, she just chose not to, and didn't see the point. What was the use in getting an Honor Roll plaque to show off on your bedroom wall if it was worth nothing to her in the long run?
Lacey was pretty sure that by now, she was supposed to be in Science class. She didn't really care, though. She showed up to that class often and applied herself enough to pass, but she didn't concern herself with excelling in such a course. She certainly didn't need to know how to plot the distance between Cassiopeia A and Mars, or whatever, or learn how to burn chemicals over a Bunsen Burner to be able to have a career in photography, which was exactly what she intended on doing after completing high school.
Somehow, Lacey's footsteps had lead her to the auditorium. She'd never been in it when it was empty, and she wondered what it would be like. Her large black camera hung on a thick strap around her neck, at the ready in case a cool opportunity for some pictures came up. She almost always had it with her, because such opportunities almost always presented themselves. And, you know, a huge, empty auditorium would probably make for some pretty cool shots.
As Lacey pushed open one of the several doors to the auditorium and stepped inside, it didn't take her long to realize that it wasn't, in fact, empty. The soft music of a piano, echoing throughout the building, filled her ears. Her dark eyes glanced towards the stage, where she saw a lone figure sitting at the piano bench, playing the beautiful song that Lacey didn't recognize. Lacey walked down one of the carpeted aisles towards the stage, and as she approached, she recognized the boy at the piano to be Jasper.
A smile touched her lips as she neared the stage, quietly walking up the steps and onto the hardwood surface. Then, the playing stopped abruptly as he dropped his head to the keys. She continued walking towards him, not sure if he'd noticed she was there yet, and heard the question he spoke aloud to himself. "Because, alcohol is unfairly yummy," she said, having decided to reply to this question, as she sat down on the bench, her back to the piano, and she turned her head to the side to look at him.
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Post by Jasper Rouleau on Feb 8, 2009 16:51:15 GMT -5
"Because, alcohol is unfairly yummy."
Jasper brought his head up and turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. Turning around on the piano bench, he noticed his close friend, Lacey. Jas smiled, glad to see her. "Yeah, you've got that right." He wondered if Lacey was there last night, but realized that more than likely she had attended. As far as he knew, she'd never missed a party. And last night's was huge, which probably explained the huge migraine he had.
Jasper sighed, leaning against the piano. "Last night was killer. I don't even remember half of what I'd done." Jasper always liked to remember things; he hated losing his control with alcohol. And usually he did fine. "I think I was drugged," he said more to himself than to Lacey.
He had met Lacey freshman year at lunch. They both had been skipping class and had bonded well under those circumstances. She was a wonderful artist and, like him, loved photography. Sometimes, he and Lacey would go to random places and take pictures together. She had introduced him to her circle of friends and broke him out of his shell. And she never made fun of his accent..well, okay, she did, but with her, it was all in good fun. Jasper gave his friend a smirk, then asked, "Shouldn't you be in science right now?"
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Post by " lacey starr on Feb 8, 2009 17:47:39 GMT -5
I WANNA HAVE THE SAME LAST DREAM [/size] again, the one where i wake up,[/size] AND I'M ALIVE.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] "Mhmm," Lacey agreed, nodding. "Were you at the one in that huuuuge house a few blocks from here? Hosted by that one girl we don't even know?" she asked him, scrunching her face in thought as she tried to remember the exact address, but couldn't. She then laughed lightly at her description of the party, knowing full well that there were probably many others last night that fit those characteristics. She didn't see Jasper at the party she'd been at, but she wouldn't be surprised if he had been there - there were so many people that it would have been easy for them to not have seen each other all night.
"Yeah. I didn't have much last night though. Then some idiot appointed me designated driver, even though I can't drive - at least not legally," she said to him, smirking softly as she remembered what the person had said to her, and how they had kept repeating it throughout the night, even though she insisted that yes, she was drinking, and no, she couldn't drive. "That sucks. I'd like to tell you what you did, but I didn't even see you all night, sooo..." she said, shrugging afterwards. Her dark eyes widened a bit at the mention of drugs. "Ew, really?" she questioned, grimacing a little. She knew that Jasper HATED drugs, and didn't respect people who did them. Lacey was like that too, she normally lost respect for people who did drugs willingly. But then there was the fact that her best friend Elizabeth did them, so Lacey always saw what she was like when she was high, and it wasn't pretty. That was different though...Liz was different. Lacey wanted to help her but Liz didn't want it. Well, she wasn't about to just ditch the girl, they'd been friends forever, and Lacey wasn't going to give up on her, no matter how much she hated the girl's drug issues.
Lacey laughed a little. "Yes, you're right, I should be," she said, nodding. "But I really didn't feel like it today," she continued, dismissing it with a shrug. "I have better ways to spend the valuable 75 minutes of my life," she added, grinning, knowing he often thought the same way. Still facing away from the piano and towards the audience (rather, where they would be if there were people), she lifted her camera and snapped a picture of the empty rows and rows of empty red velvet seats.
ooc: no worries :]
aha, i just realized that, lacey has flaxen hair, sorta. x) just thought that was a cool coincidence.
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Post by Jasper Rouleau on Feb 12, 2009 22:31:53 GMT -5
[[ooc: haha, she sorta does. Weirdd..=) ]] Jasper leaned against the piano, feeling at ease and comfortable with his friend. His headache was starting to go away, but that could have been because of the pills taking effect. Either way, he was once again relieved that Lacey was here with him. It brought back memories; this wasn't the first time they'd skipped class. Well, Jasper wasn't really skipping class since he had a free period, but whatever. It was mostly the same.
He laughed when she asked him if he had been at the same party she'd been, her voice and facial expression becoming exuberant as she spoke. Jasper thought Lacey was the most adorable girl he'd ever seen; she was like the sister he'd always wanted. "Nice job with the wonderful description, Lacey. You've certainly outdone yourself this time!" Jasper smirked, teasing her.
He laughed once more when she said she had to drive people home. This caused Jasper to almost snort, but he held it in. "Are you serious?! That's like a death sentence right there, more so because you were driving than, you know, being drunk or not having a license." He shook his head at the thought of her driving illegally and under the influence. It was pretty unfathomable.
He grew serious when she scrunched up her nose at the thought of him having unwillingly done drugs. Like him, Lacey didn't care much for drugs. But she was braver and kinder than he in the way that Lacey had helped her best friend get through rehab and everything. Jasper admired Lacey. "Yeah, I'm frustrated with myself. I should have been on my guard more." Then Jasper vaguely remembered that he had been making out with some girl and that girl had slipped something in his beer. "I think some girl I'd been kissing drugged me." He sighed. Girls were his weakness; he lost his mind control when around them sometimes. "But whatever, it's over now.
Jasper didn't want to talk about that weird haze of a party anymore, so he was glad when Lacey changed the subject. "Just like old times, right?" He grinned at her, watching her turn toward the house and snapping pictures. Typical Lacey. She always had her camera with her, but of course, Jasper didn't mind. Cameras and taking pictures were always fun. Jase wished he'd brought his to school, but for now, he just sat back and watched Lacey focus on photography. |
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Post by " lacey starr on Feb 15, 2009 18:39:59 GMT -5
I WANNA HAVE THE SAME LAST DREAM [/size] again, the one where i wake up,[/size] AND I'M ALIVE.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] Lacey laughed at his response. "Okay, so maybe that was a little too vague," she agreed, chuckling softly. She really wasn't sure how else to describe it. In the end, a party was a party, really, and even if she had described it accurately, Jasper couldn't even remember last night, so it wouldn't even make a difference. Lacey was glad that she hadn't gotten totally wasted that night, and could remember everything. Lacey loved not knowing what was to come in the future; it kept things interesting and she loved surprises. But as for the past, she hated not knowing. If she couldn't remember what had happened at a party, she tended to worry about it for days - did she say something she shouldn't have, did she lose a friend, did she make an enemy, did she do drugs, did she lose her virginity... any of of these things and so much more could have happened, and she wouldn't even know about it the next day without having to hear about it from someone else. Which truly sucked.
Lacey teasingly glared at Jasper as he made fun of her driving skills, or rather lack thereof. She playfully smacked him in the arm. "Oh, come on, you think I actually agreed to drive? I know I can be careless sometimes, but I'm not THAT stupid," she told him, rolling her eyes. "Sure, it might take me a while to get my permit...but I'm working on that," she added with a grin.
Lacey nodded as he spoke of how he'd been drugged, and she listened, absentmindedly playing with the braided strings that hung from the ear flaps of her hat. It was just one of her several habits, fidgeting, and it didn't in any way mean that he conversation was uncomfortable, awkward, or boring - because with Jasper, it never was. He was one of her closest friends, after Elizabeth, and he meant a lot to her. He was hilarious, sweet, fun, cute, charming, rebellious, understanding... just a great friend and a great guy all-around, and she was lucky to be friends with him. She sometimes liked to think of him as a brother, since she didn't have any siblings of her own - at least not anymore.
Lacey sighed. "Well, I'm really sorry that happened to you," she said finally, giving him a sideways one-armed hug, and briefly rested her head on his shoulder. "If I was there, I'da given the bitch a verbal slap in her dirtly little eviljunkiebitchfa..." Lacey trailed off, realizing that what she was saying didn't really make sense, and probably wasn't really helping the situation. "Um. That sounded better in my head," she said, laughing it off. Lacey had always tended to be a little VERY protective of her friends.
Swinging her skinny-jean-clad legs around the side of the piano bench so that she was now facing the piano, Lacey glanced down at the keys. "I wish I had your talent," she said to Jasper, placing each of her index fingers, adorned by chipping red nail polish, on the keys. She began to play "Chopsticks", which was about the extent of her musical skill, after "Mary had a Little Lamb", of course. She stopped playing and swept her hand across the keys from high to low, quietly giggling afterwards. "Exactly like old times," Lacey agreed, smiling, and she took a quick picture of the piano keys.
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Post by Jasper Rouleau on Feb 27, 2009 23:12:26 GMT -5
Jasper laughed at Lacey again. She always knew how to make him feel better. "You're so odd," he exclaimed. The thought of Lacey driving kinda freaked him out. From what he's known of her, she could barely hold her attention for more than a few minutes. Of course, now that he'd thought that thought, she'd probably end up to be an even better driver than he. "Yeah, you need to get on that permit thing. Driving rocks!" Jasper had gotten his license a couple of months ago, and it was a great feeling of freedom, not that he had any of course. Jas never really got the chance to drive because he was usually grounded from something. But his grounding didn't exactly work out to his parents favor; if Jas wants to go somewhere, he'll sneak out.
Lacey gave him a reassuring hug and leaned her head on his shoulder. Jasper smiled and messed with her hair. Then his friend started rambling about who knows what. "Woah, intense much? But, uh, thanks anyway." He loved how random Lacey was; there was never a dull moment with her around, that's for sure.
He turned around to face the piano at the same time she did. Jasper watched her play Chopsticks on the piano, joining in at the duet part. When Lacey was finished, Jasper gave a round of applause. "You are the next Beethoven, Ms. Starr!" He lightly placed his fingers on the piano keys and started playing some random, upbeat tune, if only to make Lacey feel inferior of her piano skills, or lackthereof, rather. "My talent doesn't even compare to your photography skills. I only wish I could be half as good as you with the camera." Jasper liked taking pictures of people and animals in motion more than scenic things, though.
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Post by " lacey starr on Mar 8, 2009 16:22:36 GMT -5
I WANNA HAVE THE SAME LAST DREAM [/size] again, the one where i wake up,[/size] AND I'M ALIVE.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] "Gee thanks, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!" Lacey exclaimed teasingly, scrunching her nose at Jasper. "Okay, so maybe I'll never get my license, I'd rather just force YOU to drive me everywhere, how does that sound?" she asked him with a grin. Lacey wasn't quite as horrible a driver as they were making her out to be. She simply had little hand-eye coordination (making her horrible at sports), and a short attention span - those two qualities added together equaled a dangerous driver. Lacey didn't really care though, she couldn't seem to find what all the hype about driving way anyways. It didn't seem amusing to her, so she'd rather just walk places or get a drive with someone else. "I'll do it eventually," she added, shrugging her shoulders. Right now it just wasn't necessary to have a license. Plus, that would involve studying for tests...something that didn't exactly intrigue her.
"Wooah, you did not just touch my hair?!" Lacey exclaimed, pretending like it offended her, even though she actually liked it. She smoothed down her straight white-blonde hair and adjusted her hat. "Well, I'm an intense person, so get over it," Lacey answered with a nod. So much for her attempts at sounding deep, or whatever. Well, as long as it made Jasper feel better, which somehow it seemed to have.
Lacey couldn't help but laugh a little when Jasper joined in to her playing of Chopsticks. "Thank you, thank you." When he clapped for her, Lacey stood and bowed exaggeratedly, before sitting back down on the bench. She listen to him play something random and grinned a little. "Oh, please," she scoffed when he spoke of their talents. "We both know that isn't true," she said. "Anyways..." Lacey tried to come up with some way of changing the subject so that they wouldn't get into one of those annoying 'no-you're-better-than-me' arguements that friends got into all the time. "How has the dear Monsieur Rouleau been lately?" she asked, curious to know, aside from the party he'd been to last night.
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