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Post by Payton Mae Laski on Feb 16, 2018 0:55:58 GMT
that's the beauty of a secret, you know you're supposed to keep it, but i don't have to fucking tell you anything
The stage was Payton's life. She loved theater acting. She would do anything to be the star of a show. She didn't mind if it was a musical, or a comedy, or even a drama. Anything was fine with her, as long as she could be the center of attention. It was a bad habit of hers. But she wanted to be the one to steal the show. She was going to be famous, after all. Her cocky attitude wasn't going to get her anywhere at this rate. She needed to calm herself down, and not jump to acting like a celebrity before she was one. She was friendly, and a very bubbly girl. But she definitely had a bit of an attitude at times. Especially when it came to her career path.
She climbed up on the stage in the empty auditorium, and looked around. She definitely could get used to this. She took a deep breath, and began to sing, just to get the feel for the sound in the large room.
"Everybody wants to know If we fucked on the bathroom sink How your hands felt in my hair If we were high on amphetamines"
Her voice carried through the room, and she smiled as she continued to sing. The sound was beautiful, and she was proud of herself. She was able to make her voice reach the back of the auditorium without the help of a microphone.
"And everybody wants to hear How we chain smoked until three And how you laughed when you said my name and how you gripped my hips so mean. We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night But the ending is the same every damn time."
She quit singing with that line. Halsey was one of her favorite icons, and she was an amazing singer. Payton loved listening to her, and knew the words to the majority of her songs. Strange Love just happened to be one of her favorites. She was happy with the way her voice sounded in the auditorium, and she sat down on the edge of the stage to just take in the feel.
KEIGAN wasn’t entirely sure what he was up to when he was making his way toward the auditorium, feeling naked without his camera slung around his neck. Maybe he was interested in belting out some of his favorite songs from Moulin Rouge, or perhaps something from Tangled? While he was intrigued by all of the things that occurred back stage, from costuming to makeup to set construction, performance was an art that Keigan hadn’t mastered and something he figured he never would; he had no intention of becoming a world renown artist from anything other than images (and perhaps a little slam poetry).
The back entrance to the building was open and Keigan slipped inside the door, careful not to disturb anyone who was inside. He looked up at the ceiling and admired the architecture with a quiet, scarcely audible whistle. He’d yet to master the art of whistling as well, though he’d been trying to learn how for some time now. As he began to make his way toward the stage he was alerted to the presence of at least one other person, someone who seemed to be a fan of the very art he was least inclined to master: singing.
Keigan lingered behind the curtain, trying to be as stealthy as possible. Whoever she was, out on that stage, she was a wonderful singer. The man figured he’d need to practice for years to reach the level she was already at. It took the sandy-haired youth a few seconds to recognize the lyrics of the song the girl was singing, though once he had recognized it to be Halsey he cracked a grin. He occasionally delved in a little Halsey himself, though he tended to prefer more acoustic indie songs. He was fortunate enough to know the main chorus of the song she was singing, however, so he took it upon himself to make his entrance as dramatic as possible.
"We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night,
But the ending is the same every damn time."
Keigan’s voice was not nearly as polished as the young woman’s, but he hoped it wouldn’t grate on her too hard. He sang out from behind the chorus, in true radio-sing-along fashion.
"They think I’m insane,
They think my lover is strange,
But I don’t have to tell fuckin’ tell them anything, anything,"
As Keigan got to this part, he allowed his voice to crescendo, making his position a little more well known. It also made it easier to mimic Halsey’s voice with his deeper, brassier tenor. Of course, it still wasn’t phenomenal, but it also wasn’t remniscient of a wounded animal. A solid 6.5/10. While that may have been the case, Keigan had plenty of bravado to supplement his lackluster singing abilities.
Post by Payton Mae Laski on Mar 13, 2018 0:43:20 GMT
Acting hadn't always been Payton's specialty. Being the center of attention, however, had been. Growing up as an only child, she became spoiled rotten and given what she wanted. She had only discovered acting in the last year of her high school career, all because of some boy. He had broken up with her, and she needed a new hobby. Since then, acting had become her life's dream. She loved to be on stage in front of everyone. Playing a role of somebody else. It wasn't that she didn't like herself, but pretending to be another person, in a whole other world...to her that was fun.
Payton hadn't noticed the boy behind her, considering she was in her own world. However, when she sang the last line, she heard someone else's voice. She turned around as the song continued without her. She smiled, and decided to continue the song. "And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage, but I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything," she sang back to the male's voice. She stood up, knowing the voice was coming from behind the curtain. "It's okay to show your face, I don't always bite," she said, half-jokingly.
In reality, she had bitten a few people, but that was usually in a different scenario than the one she was in now. She wasn't about to bite a stranger. Payton was surprised he had been around to listen to her singing. She had thought she was in the auditorium alone. Not that she minded having someone's attention. She chewed on her lip, and watched the curtain in anticipation of finding out who was behind it.
BITING wasn't necessarily Keigan was afraid of, though he only encouraged it on occasion. Without much hesitation, the sandy-haired boy peeked his face through the curtains, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "I thought we were going to have a Disney-esque moment," Keigan stated, his face channeling all the depressive energies of Eeyore, his greenish eyes glinting with cat-like curiosity. "Then again, I suppose those Disney vibes are slaughtered by Halsey's blatant references to drugs and rebellion." A charming smile replaced Keigan's pout, something that he presumed was unique to himself.
"I've gotta say, though," he spoke as he stepped through the curtains and onto the stage, "you do a great job of singing that song. I don't think I could be that great in my dreams," Keigan said, squinting a bit to try and familiarize his eyes with the massive amount of light pouring into his pupils. It was very possible that he just wasn't cut out for the stage. His very body had been created to rebel against the spotlight, and his mind seemed to prefer it. After all, a major part of photography was staying behind the scenes and allowing the work to speak for itself. Keigan lived in the backseat and he very much enjoyed it there.
The thought hadn't occurred to Keigan that he may have been laying it on a little thick, though it wasn't something he was really worried about. He was far more preoccupied with the feelings and thoughts that wandered within his own mind to take the blonde's emotions into consideration.
Post by Payton Mae Laski on Mar 15, 2018 0:49:20 GMT
Payton laughed. "Disney probably isn't the right way to go with this," she agreed. Halsey was not cut out for Disney references. Disney was more magical, and kid-friendly. "But I mean, if that's the way you want to go, I can start singing something from Beauty and the Beast?" she offered, jokingly. If she had to, she could probably pull a song off the top of her head. Her high school had done the musical in her sophomore year. She hadn't gotten the role of Belle, but she did get Mrs. Potts. So she knew a lot of the songs. It would probably take a little bit of thinking, though.
Payton almost blushed at the compliment. "Thank you," she said, smiling. She hoped he wasn't exaggerating, but it did seem a little thick to her. She didn't mind though. She loved being complimented. Especially when it came to her singing or acting. "You're not so bad yourself," she said. He really hadn't been bad. His last line of the song was great, compared to when he was singing along with her. Almost as if he had put some more effort into that line.
"I'm Payton," she offered her hand, introducing herself. "What brings you here?" she asked, being a bit forward. She wasn't trying to be intrusive, but she was genuinely curious. She hadn't meant the auditorium specifically, but she didn't care if that's how he answered the question, either. She had been vague for a reason. Curiosity often did silly things to her.
BEAUTY and the Beast was one of Keigan's most analyzed Disney films, especially after the live-action version was released. It was perhaps one of his favorite stories, though he had yet to put his finger on why. He surely didn't relate to any of the characters strongly, though he did admire Cogsworth and Lumiere. "If you can do a smash rendition of 'Gaston', I would be more than willing to take a seat and enjoy the show." The jest was well-meant and accompanied by a mischevious grin, something that Keigan had perfected over the years. "If it would be beneficial I could probably pretend to be Gaston, though I think I'd be better at being the swooning blondes." He chuckled and shook his head, hair falling gently around his face.
Of course, he had to laugh at her comment about his being good, though he wasn't willing to offer too many self-deprecating comments to complement it. "I appreciate your feedback, though you're certainly better." He took her hand and gave it a firm shake, perhaps one of the only things his father had taught him to do well in life. "I'm Keigan," he offered, smiling. "As for why I'm here..." his face twisted gently into the image of perplexity. "I'm not entirely sure of that myself. I haven't really been in the auditorium much so I figured I'd come check it out, see if there were any hidden rooms to explore."
He was joking again, though he wasn't sure if he was actually stating the truth. He might eventually end up looking for places that were off-limits should he feel comfortable enough to do so without getting caught. Learning the mysteries of campus was alluring to Keigan, though he admittedly hadn't done the best job of exploring for himself. In fact, he'd just heard crazy stories from others about haunted rooms and buildings. "What brought you here?" The man was about to list several options that were presumably accurate but prevented himself from vocalizing them; he was aware of his tendency to be a pretentious ass and wanted to avoid that impression for the time being.
Post by Payton Mae Laski on Mar 20, 2018 2:57:15 GMT
Payton smiled at the boy. "I could probably take a shot at that," she said. She flashed back to the last time she had sang that song. Back when she was in the play in high school. It had been awhile since she had to sing that one. It hadn't even been one of her songs, but she knew just about every word to all of them. She had heard them rehearsed so many times. She figured he was being rhetorical, and decided not to belt out the song. Besides, wouldn't that be kind of showing off? "Blondes, eh?" she said, twisting her own locks. She hadn't figured out the charm on him yet, but he was definitely one for words.
"Nice to meet you, Keigan," she said, shaking his hand. She had always been taught to have a formal introduction, and always shake the other person's hand. It was the polite thing to do. It may be a bit strange in a college setting, but Payton wasn't one for normal, anyhow. "There are plenty of hidden rooms in the auditorium," she said. "I could show you. I pretty much know this room like the back of my hand." She had practically lived in auditoriums for the past few years. She knew the ins and the outs of every room, and why they were there. She could get someone into the dressing rooms, in the sound room, or even onto the cat walk. If Keigan was interested, she was more than willing to show him.
"Acting, singing, you name it," she said, spinning around with her arms stretched out. "This is my life."
