Resistance is Futile!

[not_whales]

WHO: Toris and Dewi
WHEN: Friday October 2nd, Late Afternoon
WHERE: LU Campus; Practice Rooms Behind Stage
WHAT: Dewi magically convinces Toris to Try out for The Musical

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Magically? There will be no magic.... -_-;;;

[toris_tori]

Dropping his guitar off at the beginning of the day in one of the practice rooms, had been more of an impromptu decision. Usually he did not bring his guitar to school..or anywhere, actually. Mostly it stayed in his room, to be played in private. Lately, however, since Herc had moved out, Toris had had to shift things around to get ready to move out himself, since he did not have enough money to stay in The CharlestonSo he'd dragged it over this particular day so he could drop it off early at Feliks', not wanting it to get lost in the move, it was his most important possession after all. After class he made it back to the practice room, and dug it out of the hidden corner

B-but! The Dragons told me there would be! ;n;

[not_whales]

His eyes went southbound in the direction of the backstage. F, G, F, G... a guitar, was what it sounded like. The band classrooms were located on the other half of the building, and the practice rooms were off-limits to the students after five pm, and by the Welshman's calculations - and a quick glance at his Rolex watch - it was exactly 5:04 pm.

He shut off the stage lights when exiting through one of the backstage doors. The heavy black door spilled into an abandoned hallway, abandoned save for a choir director and that absolutely gorgeous string of chords reverberating off of the walls.

When he came to the very last practice room on the right, he saw that the musician's back was facing him. But all Dewi needed to hear was his voice.

He didn't want to interrupt though. For one, it would be extremely rude, and for two, he just... wanted to listen for a bit.

What Dragons?

[toris_tori]

It started quiet as he eased himself into the music, but building stronger with time, with the belief that no one was here to listen to him, gave him covidence he usually lacked when playing in front of an audience. But without the pressures of it, he could play with more feeling and less insecurity.

It was a song he understood well. It reminded him of times before the crash, of his home back in Lithuania, it was...a song of home for him.

Don't believe everything happiness says

Don't "What Dragons" me! They're real! More Real than Arthur's Fairies!

[not_whales]

And Dewi stayed there throughout the entire song. His eyes were closed - closed so he could solely focus his senses on his ears, listening intently to the boy's tone and how open, with a distinct impression of vibrato. Once over, he opened his eyes, adjusted his glasses, and patiently waited with crossed arms for the brown-haired boy to feel his presence. He didn't want to talk and frighten the boy. He had that air about him that looked like he had stage fright.

Finding the Choir director of a prestigious university standing behind you when you thought you were alone, singing, would draw up some interesting and defensive reactions.

.....are all Kirklands insane.

[toris_tori]

Letting the last chord reverberate around the room, echoing then being swallowed up in the walls and floor, Toris smilled quietly in satisfaction. He wasn't one to brag, but it had been a particularly good play, though he could've hit some of those chords a bit better than he had. He shook his head, maybe later.

He set the guitar carefully back in the case, zipping it up and then slinging it over his shoulder before turning back to the door...to find someone standing in the doorway. And not just anyone...the choir director. It was hard not to hear of this esteemed part of the LU faculty. Though known for being a little eccentric, he was also known for being brilliant. Sometimes you could not have without the other.

Startled, Toris blushed a deep red, his eyes finding the ground quickly. "Ah...I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be here." He looked for another door out of the practice room, but the professor stood in the only available exit.

We prefer the term "sanity challenged."

[not_whales]

"Do forgive me for intruding," he began as he pushed off the wall with his shoulder. "My name is Mr. Ainsworth," though he did not offer his hand to take it - he assumed that stress and embarrassment was making the boy sweat just a little, "And I couldn't help but intrude when I heard your singing."

He stood in the doorway, watching Toris after a few seconds of pregnant silences between the two of them. "I believe the proper thing to do now would be... introducing yourself."

The Challenge must be Finding that Sanity

[toris_tori]

The longer this horrible moment was prolonged, the more Toris wished he was anywhere but here. Back in the empty apartment, facing down Feliks' freakishly huge dog, having a therapy session...okay maybe not that last one. He'd rather be almost anywhere but where he was right now.

He shifted his guitar strap slightly, tightening it do it didn't slip of his painfully thin shoulders. He swalloed uncomfortably, not enjoying being watched so closely. After being reminded of what he was doing...or rather the lack of what he was doing, Toris' head snapped up.

"Ah, I'm sorry," He coughed slightly, his voice lost for a moment, his gaze travled back to the floor, "I'm Toris Lorinaitis"

Yes....

[not_whales]

"Toris Lorinaitis," the Stage Director repeated in a thick Welsh accent. The accent was dropped, lingered momentarily, but switched back to that hint-of-English dialogue.

"You have a wonderful voice, you know." And this wasn't a compliment he gave out to just anyone - save himself; only a few of his students have heard this illusive compliment.

That's what I thought.

[toris_tori]

"T-thank you." came out nearly as a whisper, knowing that this wasn't something the strict Choir teacher did on a regular basis. He was said to be strict and uncompromising, a perfectionist at heart. Now coming face to face with the director himself, Toris could think that each of those accusations were truth.

"I-I'm sorry," He apologized again, "I really shouldn't be here," He made to move around Mr. Ainsworth, but the professor didn't make a move to let him leave.

I am not strict and uncompromising! ...okay, maybe just a little :D

[not_whales]

"Sorry?" He mimicked the word with a laugh, strumming his fingers against his left elbow as he did. "You have no right to be sorry, Toris. That voice is a gift... in fact," he paused when Toris tried to squeeze past him, waited until the boy retreated again, and spreadeagled his arms in an eccentric manner unfitting for a man of his stature. "I insist that you try out for the musical."

You so are <3 Admit it XD

[toris_tori]

"W-what?!"

He felt the shoulder strap slipping off his shoulder and quickly tighten the grip so it wouldn't fall. He...he had to be joking, right, there was just no other explination. Toris didn't even take Choir, there was no way that the director would ever take an interest in having him try out.

He laughed a little nervously, this had to be some sort of joke, "Sir? You can't be serious." He wasn't even sure if he remembered there was a musical, seeing as he didn't think it would concern him in the least.

From the look on the professor's face, he wav very serious.

I Admit Nothing!

[not_whales]

Dewi smiled in a very serious manner and it all but wavered at the sight of Toris's change in expression. "Of course I am serious." Did he look like someone who would make jokes? Why, Toris looked like ther perfect candidate for Rolf, the messenger boy.

He was half-tempted to ask Toris to start singing 'Sixteen Going on Seventeen'...

"Sing for me again."

Denial is not healthy for you.

[toris_tori]

Toris' eyes widened and his heart beat irratically in his chest. He shook his head, lowering it to keep from looking at Dewi. He was nervous as it is, getting caught singing by the Choir Director. Doing it again would be beyond nerve wracking.

"N-no, that's alright." He looked up and realized that this was not a request, but rather a demand.

Don't I know it~

[not_whales]

The choir director parted shoulder blade and wall with a quick cant forward. To be fair, Toris was asking for it by singing near the Director's stage - every one of his students knew he stayed after hours (mind you, most days was because of Drama Club) - and the practice were off-limits to students who were not practicing their lines for a play or their part for the sheet music.

Dewi repeated his request again, this time trying to sound sincere: "Please sing again."

Then you should know better, after all...YOU'RE A DOCTOR! (couldn't resist)

[toris_tori]

Giving a shuddering sigh, Toris finally gave in, hoping it would get him out of here sooner than his previous attempts. He set down his guitar once more, pulling out some music that he had stored in the front of the case, shuffling papers to look for the right one. Really, he had to get rid of some of these useless scraps.

Finally finding the one he was looking for, he laid it out, only needing the basic outline for the chords, the rest he knew by heart.

He plucked out the strings for Waiting For the World To Fall by Jars of Clay. He started out much quieter and less confident than before, because the choir director stood right behind him. Though eventually he let himself relax slightly.

I'M NOT A DOCTOR. I AM ONLY FIVE YEARS OLD. (Nice Song Choice! :D)

[not_whales]

The first few notes quivered almost as much as Toris's spine when baking under the stage lights that were Mr. Ainsworth's eyes. The Choir director shuddered from the moment he heard 'I'm afraid it's been too long to try to find the reasons why...' and considered rounding on his heel and leaving, which was probably what Toris secretly wished for, but the chorus - oh, the beautiful chorus! - 'I'm waiting for the world to fall, I'm waiting for the scene to change, I'm waiting when the colors come, I'm waiting to let my world come undone...' was nothing short of astonishing. Dewi relaxed, leaning against the door frame and smiling in approval. His eyes were closed to focus his senses entirely on his ears.

((ooc: GOD DAMN. I AM FAILING AT HTML TODAY... AND I POSTED AS IVAN?!))