Main Dance

[james owens]

This is the main dance thread. This is where most of the dance will be going on. Have Fun!

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James Owens!

James was wearing navy blue blazers, with a tie and formal wear that he used to wear in Liverpool. He had dress shoes on his feet. He had washed his hair, letting it fall gracefully over his ears.

It was cold on the way here, expessially since he wasn't old enough to drive. He had his jacket drapped over his shoulder, his acid in his trouser pocket. He walked to the nightclub, bass strung (upside-down) on his shoulder, ready to play. He had tuned it recently. He held out his student ID badge, and when he tried to walk past the usher, he was winded, as the usher pressed into his chest.

"Hey, We're playing here." He heard a voice from behind. He turned around, seeing three lads formal-clad like him. The usher moved to let them in after his band-mates stern comment. The second they got inside they were hugging and messing up eachother's hair. "I missed you guys so much!" He said through laughing tears.

As they took the stage, warming up with a quick few verses of "She Loves You", "Love Me Do", and the other songs they had wrote, together as a band. They went back-stage, and cooled down. James went over to the mirror, tending to his dark locks.

[lena bellwood]

I strolled through the doors in a deep red dress. It was a crimson color, the kind of color that matched the rose in my hair. The dress was strapless, thin and tight fitting until it came to the bottom, where it flowed out. My hair was curled tonight, and it was styled half up and half down. Once inside, I raised an eyebrow. No one was there. I was silent for a moment, wondering what to do, but came up with nothing. So I just sat over by the wall in a confy chair, wondering where the heck everyone was at.

[keith gray]

so what if you can see
the darkest side of me

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{ oh yay. the christmas party. keith sighed as he put a hand in his pocket, shifted the strap of his electric guitar on his back, and watched as the usher - american maybe? - switched duties with another usher, one who looked japanese. he raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged, going towards the new on-duty usher. "konnichiwa," keith blinked as he spoke in a japanese accent (though with a bit of an accidental scottish slur on the end), using the few words of japanese he knew, and then he took out his student id card out of his pocket and showing it to the usher. the usher raised a thin eyebrow as he studied the id, then he stepped to the side, allowing the blonde in. "arigato, sir," the jock slipped past him and into the building, which was obviously the back entrance that led... backstage. ugh. why had he been forced to do this by the music department? well, he did agree to it in the end...

{ immediately as he entered, he noticed james owens by the mirror, and he almost smirked. a bit of friendly competition... of course. it's more fun that way, keith, you need a name, seriously, keith sighed as he looked towards the other side of... backstage. there was the band the music department had provided! he let a grin slide onto his face as he walked towards them, tempted to barge right through james' band, but he didn't. best start a riot later, huh? when he reached his temporary band, keith smiled. "how're you guys?" a few replies, then keith looked towards his drummer, who had asked him the same question back, "i'm good too... first time playing in front of a big audience tonight... whoa. i'm just going to go the bathroom. i feel like screaming," the others laughed, and as he slipped away to the bathroom, he heard them say something on the lines of "very funny". keith pursed his lips, opening the bathroom door and slipping in. he did not need to scream. he just wanted to make sure he looked alright.

{ he looked in the mirror, looked at his outfit for the evening. you couldn't see his tshirt under his rather dark grey coat, as the buttons were done up, but he was wearing a sleeveless dark red vest tshirt. keith looked at his neck, which was half covered by his neck. you could barely see the white gold chain necklace he wore. he pursed his lips, before he looked down at his bottom half. the top of his black (or very dark grey) trousers were covered by his coat. it came about twenty centimetres down his leg. meh. keith sighed, catching sight of his shoes. he laughed. he was wearing his boots, again. he always wore them, they were so comfortable... keith jumped suddenly, and he walked straight out of the bathroom, returning to his temporary band. "what song first?" he asked, tilting his head at his band.
"oh, we were thinking of maybe 'just like you'... and maybe we'll get someone to jump off the stage at 'i could be stupid'," george, the leading guitarist, said, as he grinned a bit.
"why didn't i think of that? i love you," keith gave a bit of a joking smile to george, and he nodded. "sounds good. i'm just going to ask owens who's going first," keith raised an eyebrow before he turned around, glancing around for james. where the hell did he disappear off to?

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WORDS} 582
NOTES} keith's outfit is adam gontier's in the animal i have become music video. xD i felt too lazy to just make one up...

[jay macburren]

Jay walked into the dance, out of the cold. He had a dark black tux on - with a navy-ish under shirt -, a tie, and dress shoes. He had combed his hair. Most importantly, he had taken a shower because of the long riding session, then a race, then bringing a ponie to a child's birthday-party, and now, the dance. Though today was wall worth it. He had won a horse. A horse that he didn't know what he was going to name it, but it was sure to be a proud name no matter what he chose.

The other reason that today was well worth it was he was going to the winter dance with Elizabeth Keighle. Ever since his second day at Starlight Academy, he had had a crush on her. Not only was she pretty, she cared, and had an acctual sense of humor. Walking into the nightclub, he couldn't help notice who was working the bar, and cringing. The same girl from the night he got drunk. He made a mental note to stay away from her.

[james owens]

"James, I have a new song for us. It's called Lady Maddona. You know that lady up the street from our old house? She and the mister had quads. That dour babies. It's to her." His Liverpudlian band-mate said. They seemed to be flashing their accents since Keith entered. His band-mate had to be showing off to Keith. He knew he was, and James knew because that was the type of person his band-mate was.

Though, while the lead singer was trying to boast about his musical genious while Keith was there, James only flashed him an icy look and then continued to tend his black locks. Before Keith left for the bathroom, James looked over to the lad sitting on the couch and his friend looked over to the drummer. "My harmonica is still on stage, Jason, go get it." Mike said. Mike was the lead singer, other than James, and they had been told they sounded like angles, their voices sliding flawlessly together.

James walked out on stage, making eyes at Lena and a few other girls he didn't reconize. One of them faintes. He laughed. James did a couple poses, loving the spotlight, and danced a little. He strummed his bass a couple times, singing a few breif lines of his song "Yesterday". Walking back on stage, he could see where Mike was glaring at the spot where Keith had disappered, waiting for him to come back to glare again. James went back to the mirror again, tending to his hair.

[elizabeth keighle]

Elizabeth Labelle Keighle

Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me

Why the hell did it have to be so cold tonight?

I gracefully entered the nightclub looking better than I did yesterday when it snowed. My skin was almost the right colour, my lips were pink again, but I still had a shredded hand and a cut on my right cheek. Just in case you're wondering, I smashed a mirror... Anyway, I slid through the doors wearing a long light blue (almost silver) dress and black heeled shoes, but you couldn't see them because of my dress. My hair was curled, like usual, but in thin strands, and it came down just above my elbows. I had black eye make-up on and pink lip gloss, my nails were painted light blue too, with silver sparkles spread all over. Before I came, I was talking to my Mum over the webcam, and she told me I looked beautiful, but I knew that the cut on my face ruined it all. Why did I have to act so stupid?

I scanned the whole area whilst walking down the stairs with a blank expression. I didn't know how to feel at the moment, every emotion seemed to have clashed, and I didn't know what to think of it. I saw Jay nearby, and I caught him cringing away from something, I stopped and followed his gaze across to the bar... Oh, I see, he must have either done something there when he was drunk, or he just tried to flirt with the barmaid and he completely embarrassed himself. I wouldn't be surprised, seriously.

I had heard things going around that Keith Gray and James Owens were meant to be playing here tonight. If it was true, I'd watch out, they'd probably be in some kind of competition to see who was best... And I had a bad feeling something was going to go totally wrong between the two. They both had a completely different personalities... So throughout the night there would be sloppy love songs from James, and freaky scream-ish songs from Keith (possibly). I didn't exactly know what was going to come out of Keith. Even when I hear it, I still won't understand.

Then during the break, there will be the talent show, which I'm entering... Singing. I was quite good at it (apparently), and tonight, everyone was going to hear me, so I'd better be good or else. I was a bit nervous about it, I was going to sing a song called 'You Belong With Me', and I wrote it myself, so that'd better be okay too, or it would be a complete fail, and my reputation will be killed. I'd be laughed at...

... But that's not going to happen! No, no...

Forget all that! I started walking up to Jay again, heart pounding. What would he say when he saw me? Or... What wouldn't he say? Erm... I didn't feel to good any more. I wasn't going to be sick or anything, my chest just felt really tight. I knew that once I get used to this, I'll be better again. I'll be fine. I finally reached Jay, with my arms folded, and looking down at the floor.

Hi. I sighed.

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[keith gray]

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{ sure enough, when he slipped in through the backstage door, the other band playing were showing off to him. ugh! how pathetic. they were acting a bit like children or some really nerdy guy who was trying to get a girl by showing off and failing to do so. a small smile was on keith's face as he ignored them, and went to his temporary band. so, he spoke to them, completely ignoring james' band, though he did glance over to them as he walked towards the bathroom to check his outfit for the night. as he entered the door and twisted around to close the bathroom door, he noticed james walking out on stage. he raised an eyebrow, but he just closed the door and went to the mirror to look at himself, and sort his clothes out if needed.

{ he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, going to his band. he asked a quiet question, head tilted, and then george answered. keith jokingly smiled as he said, "why didn't i think of that? i love you," before he nodded and said something else.then he glanced around, and sure enough he saw james back by the mirror. he almost narrowed his eyes before he sighed and quietly made his way over to him. it seemed that keith just appeared next to james, leaning against the wall by the mirror with arms crossed. vampire? no, keith was just rather good at stealth, most of the time, when he wasn't high.. or hyper.

{ "james owens," keith tested the name on his tongue, eyes fixed on the other singer. he blinked slowly, raising a thin eyebrow, "who is singing first?"

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NOTES} mrrow...

[megan ralston]

.Megan.Ralston.

Now Megan's stuck up in the world
on her own
Forced to think hell is a place called home
Nothing left to do but get her clothes and pack
She's 'bout to run away and never come back.

runaway love
runaway love
runaway love
...

Megan shrugged off her hoodie, revealing a white tank top. She had heard that there was a Christmas party in the new town, and she thought it was a great way to make friends.

Or enemies.

She fingered her fake ID in her pocket, smirking. She never thought she would be so happy for her brother's friends being drunkards. Fake IDs were pretty good if you wanted to have fun.

Megan slipped silently through the crowd, seeing a formilliar face. She walked up to Keith Gray, smirking. "Hey. You're Keith, right? I think I met you before."

[kiara cherrystone]

Kiara Cherrystone

Let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain on me, let it rain, let it rain on me
Let it rain
My tears are the rainfall and flow out to the sea

Wow. The Christmas Dance has finally come, and I can get in here for free. I usually have to fight that freak who stands at the door. It's fun, but once I'm inside I have to stay low. Not tonight! I feel free to do whatever I want, whenever I want. There were only a few people here at the moment, and it was all quiet. I'd come here alone, nobody asked me to this dance, but I'm not really surprised. I usually freak them out before they can say hello. The only person I met here was Keith Gray, who should be somewhere backstage, getting ready for his performances. I was dreading James's music, it was going to really get on my nerves, I could tell... Somehow.

I had on a red and black dress. The top half was the black part, and the skirt was red and feathery. It only had one strap, which was on the left hand side, and some kind of ribbon wrapped around my right arm. I had some black thin heeled shoes on. I had thick black eye make up on, and my nails were painted red. I didn't bother with lipstick and things like that a lot, only occasionally, and it would be some shade of red... Usually. My black hair was put up in some weird style that I liked... My pale skin stood out because of the colours of my dress, and I had red contact lenses in. Over my shoulder was a small black bag with a long strap. Inside was my poison... I didn't bother bringing my guns here, it wasn't like someone was going to attack me tonight, not here anyway.

I'd told Fang I couldn't make it tonight, so I gave her some extra meat earlier today, and then asked her to find me at the exit of the woods later tonight, between 12am and 1am. She couldn't tell the time obviously, but she did get the position of the moon, and I was starting to get the hang of it too... Eventually. I'd been trying for ages now. In case you're wondering, Fang is my 6 year old pet wolf. She can be really nasty to the people she doesn't know, but with me, she's really gentle. I got lucky, but I do have a scar under my eye from when I first saw her - it's a long story. I won't bother explaining anything now.

I walked down the stairs, going past a short blonde haired girl and a tall guy, making my way to the bar. There was a girl there with long brown hair and dark skin, she was quite pretty, but she looked like some kind of bored chav. No, a bored chavette. I leaned against the wood, and she shot me a glare, so I glared back, tempted to say something, but I didn't. She came up to me, chewing gum, still giving me a funny look. Still, I stayed silent. So what do you want? She hissed. I dug my nails into the wood, wishing Fang was here to rip her head off before I did myself.

Lemonade. I replied flatly, glaring back at here with red eyes.

She flicked her hair and walked off to get a glass, I looked over my shoulders, scanning the room with narrowed eyes. The barmaid was really getting on my nerves, trying to show off. She was completely failing, but I didn't think she realized. I wondered if she was actually blonde... It seemed like it. I turned back, and she was just returning. Idiot. I thought. She held out her hand, I rolled my eyes, and she told me the drink was $1. I felt like telling her to get lost, but I just gave her the money, and she was off. What was her problem? Seriously, she had issues. I turned away, taking a sip of the drink, and making my way to a table. I saw one with two chairs at the front. I didn't expect anyone to sit with me, I was just here to support Keith and enter the talent show. I relived the moment from the other night and smiled a little. It was the best night ever... So far.

I took the seat on the left and sat down. I took a piece of paper and pencil from my bag, placing it on the table in front of me. I might as well try adding something to my song whilst it was quiet. I hummed it quietly, and then scribbled: 'Even though I'm the sacrifice, you won't try for me, though I'd die to know you love me...' Pause. That doesn't fit. I went over it again, blinking after each line, ah, I know, 'you won't try for me, NOT NOW...' Yeah, that's fine. I looked up looking towards the bar, for God's sake..! That stupid barmaid is staring at me. I looked down, trying to calm myself, but I couldn't help but look up again. She's still staring. I sighed, and then stuck two fingers up at her. I squinted, just to see what she was doing now, I'm sure I saw her mouthing the words 'piss off' to me, I just laughed out loud, and watched another barmaid take over her position.

Stupid cow, I thought with a smile, going back to my song.

[megan ralston]

Megan turned when she heard something barely above a raspy whisper

'piss off'

She looked over somewhat sympathetically at the teen the bitchy bartender was talking to. That bitch has no right to judge that girl... Eyeing a glass full of icecubes, the black haired girl snuck an icecube into her hand. Looking around, she made sure no one was paying attention. She lifted her arm and chucked the melting cube of frozen water at the barmaid. Without waiting to see if it hit, she slipped away, looking as innocent as possible, over to the girl in the red and black dress.

"Hey." She purred smoothly. She extended her fair hand, smirking. "Megan Ralston. I'm new around here."

[kiara cherrystone]

Hm... Still, there's nothing coming up into my mind, it seems as if I can only think up one line for the song when I look at it first time after a break. I sighed and looked up without moving my head, someone seemed to be edging towards the bar with a shocked, yet annoyed expression. I lifted my head, was she going to rob the place or something? Nope, she picked up an ice cube... Strange... What was her plan? I kept looking away since she seemed to be making sure nobody was watching her. Then she threw the ice cube at the bitchy barmaid! It hit her on the head, and she went flying backwards with a red mark on her face. Haha! Awesome! I laughed out loud, so someone had been watching the whole thing, and thankfully, they felt the same way about the barmaid as I had. I wonder how many 'friends' that bitch had anyway... Not many, I bet.

Then the girl started walking up to me, with an innocent look about her. Hm, it could pass for someone who wasn't watching, but I was so there was no point acting it out. When she reached me she introduced herself. Megan Ralston... I didn't know that name, maybe she was new around here. I stood up, and walked a bit around the table, she put out her hand in a friendly way, so I shook it. After all, she had been on my side in the fight between me and the barmaid.

Hi, nice to meet you, Megan. I'm Kiara Cherrystone. I looked over her shoulder to see the bitch crying, with several other staff gathering around her, heheh, You hit her on the head, by the way, she's crying.

I looked back at Megan, with a little smile on my face. She seemed nice to me. Not many people are nice to me... As you can probably tell. I turned back to the table, and grabbed the glass of lemonade, then taking a sip and placing it back down again.

If I was you, I wouldn't waste my time talking to me, I tend to freak people out before they even care to get to know me.

[megan ralston]

"Oh, trust me, I'm a master at freaking people out." Megan laughed. "Trust me, if you tell someone you write yaoi in America, you are officially off your rocker."

She turned to look at the barmaid, shrugging. "Huh, I guess I don't know my own strength." Turning back to the girl she just defended, she smirked, letting her innocent face fall. "I'm new around here. Is there anyone besides bitchy over there that I should worry about?" she flipped her straight back hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. "Hell knows I wouldn't want to get in a cat fight. Oh, that would just be horrid!"

[jay macburren]

Jay's greenish eyes scanned over Elizabeth. He smiled sweetly, gazing into her eyes. "You look magnificent." He breathed, gazing kindly at her. He overlooked the healing scar of the mirror, but really couldn't help cringing as the thought of her words about the cut. Jay really couldn't help thinking, What do you say to a girl when you are on a date with her? This was one of the times where he wouldn't mind being a fragging schizo like Keith.

Jay looked over to the bar, saying innocently, "Would you like something to drink?" Without waiting for an awnser, he walked over the the bar, pulling Elizabeth with him. Looking at the barmaid, and not wanting to talk, he gestured to the alcohol. She walked over to it, poured him some, shaking her hips as she walked, smiling back at him. He looked down at his feet. She walked over to him, handing it to him. He took a small sip, then sat it down at looked at Elizabeth. Erm... He thought. I hope she doesn't think I'm going to ditch her for a guy now...

[james owens]

James was combing his hair and a sharp intake of breath came from his mouth as Keith walked over and stood next to his reflection. "I'd figure that you could get them jiving, you know, really hopping. You do some of that screamy stuff, right? We do a lot of love songs... Well, Day Tripper's a bit hoppin', but... You know, I think it'd be best for you to go first. You have a whole set, right? You've rehersed?" He said, glaring slightly at Keith for sneaking up on him.

"Sorry about Mike..." he whispered. "That's just him reminding us that he's in charge. Jason quit our band two weeks ago, we just havn't found a new drummer, so he offered." He said, then a bit louder, "Well, get on stage!" He said.

[keith gray]

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{ slight smirk. then keith furrowed his eyebrows a little as he listened to james. he nodded ever so slightly. obviously he had rehearsed. his gaze flickered to his band, and the jock gave a slight jerk of his head towards the stage, signalling for them to get ready. then as the musician whispered quietly, keith suddenly looked back at him. "it's useful, not actually having a band. the music department actually provides you one... and they're usually nice. and by the way, james owens, my band is not a screamo one. it's alternative metal and hard rock. got it memorized?" keith smiled ever so slightly before slipping away from the other male, patting him on the back as he went back to his temporary band.

{ "'k, we're going first. we'll be doing 'get out alive'... s- MY MIC HAD BETTER BE HERE!" keith suddenly squealed loudly, glaring at each of his members as they realised what their singer was saying. "i love my mic oh where is my miiiic? this is the only time when you're allowed to touch it..."
"he's babbling to himself again..." keith shot george a glare before he suddenly took for the stage, standing at the edge of it, looking over at the bar before running backstage again. "i know where the mic iiiis," keith murmured quietly as he darted to the corner where there was various musical equipment. he glanced towards the edge, and there was his mic. he grinned slightly as he slipped over to it, grabbing it and carrying it over to his band, "come on guysss," keith said as he led the way to the stage.

{ as soon as they got on stage each band member went to their respective positions. two guitarists, george (leading), and jordan. then there was jun, his drummer and backup singer. then, of course, there was keith, the lead singer. the blonde jock went over to the centre and front of the stage, and he placed his 'distortion mic' to the left of the proper mic. he adjusted it, so that it was near the actual mic. there, all set. well, almost. keith glanced behind him to jun, watching him before he swung his own guitar around to his front. he wouldn't be using it yet, but... he would need it a bit later on. keith smiled slightly as he looked up properly, looking over the nightclub. he caught sight of elizabeth keighle, and jay macburren. he narrowed his eyes before he looked around again, seeing kiara cherrystone. ah, she was entering the talent show, was she not? keith blinked slowly, before he straightened up, turning around to look at his band. they were gonna wait for a while, a minute or so, before actually starting with 'get out alive'...

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NOTES} ok, keith's outfit: dark red vest tshirt which is covered by his rather dark grey coat (adam's in three days grace). neck is half covered by the neck of his shirt, but he is wearing a white gold necklace chain. black trousers, top twenty centimetres covered by his coat, and of course, his awesomesauce boots. xD
andd, recapping his band: jun- drummer, backup singer. george- leading guitarist. jordan- guitarist two... and of course, his distortion mic. xDD
and i can't believe i managed to blast Get Out Alive all through this post, lmao. -blasting Animal I Have Become now-