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Post by ISABELLA MARIANA DIAS on Feb 6, 2013 22:53:27 GMT -5
A day in the life of Isabella Dias was usually a hectic one but that was the way that she liked it. Isabella thrived on having a packed schedule, responsibility upon responsibility piled on top of her and doing anything and everything that she could to try and make a difference in the world. It was partly for selfish reasons because she did want to be revered for something that positively impacted the world but she also truly enjoyed helping others. She supposed that it was her calling or something like that while other people were hoping to make it big on some ridiculous reality television show or making it into the big leagues in whatever sport they were good at. The limelight wasn’t all that important to her to be honest but she was aware that in being there she could reach out to more people so it did have its benefits.
There was a lull in her time table between dance rehearsals, which she had just come from and was freshly showered moving lithely through the halls in a pair of jeans and floral blouse, her heeled boots clicking softly against the ground, and volunteering down at the soup kitchen serving dinner to those in need. Her hair was still a bit damp having forgotten her blow dyer back in her dorm and was mused slightly from ruffling her fingers through it to get more air through to have it drying just a little bit faster. Isabella was procrastinating making the trip from the studio buildings back to her dorms having little desire to make even a short trek in the cold weather to make it back to her room and risk getting sick.
Finding something to do though was proving a problem right up until the moment she heard a voice crooning sweetly as a mere echo from out of the choir room. Isabella knew that it wasn’t necessarily polite to spy on others but when she glanced in and saw a familiar boy from a few of her classes that she had known to be on the…shy side. To venture in pre-maturely ran the risk of making him stop and Isabella was far too intrigued with his voice to do such a thing without taking at least another moment to admire. With his back turned to the door, and thus her, Isabella opened the door hoping that she wouldn’t make a sound and slipped inside to hear better without the door muffling the sound.
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Post by zach on Feb 7, 2013 21:24:24 GMT -5
 Zach Baden always found music therapeutic. Whether he was singing, or just listening, it helped him calm down. And right now, he was singing. He and Dylan had been looking for performance venues recently, and had ironed out a setlist if they did actually find a place to play. Which explained why Zach currently found himself alone in the choir room, singing along to his iPod. One of the songs that had been decided on was Titanium, by David Guetta and Sia. Both boys loved the song so it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to include it in their setlist.
Zach knew that he should probably be practicing with Dylan on his guitar, but right now, he just needed to be alone. He and his stepbrother had just gotten into a giant fight, and their already strained relationship had just gotten worse. After their fight, Zach had grabbed his iPod and ran to one of the two places he felt safest: the choir room. The other was the library, but singing there was normally frowned upon, so here he was. When the chorus came ‘round, was when Zach really began to let it out.
“I’m bulletproof
Nothing to loose
Fire away, fire away
Riccochet
Take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down
But I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down
But I won’t fall
I am titanium”
What he didn’t realise was that there was someone lurking, someone listening. Normally Zach didn’t mind people listening to him sing, hell he was the singer in a band, for god sakes. But right now? Right now Zach just wanted to be alone, and if he’d known that someone was listening, he would’ve stormed out. Titanium ended for the seventh time, and Zach sat down. He knew that he had to get the lyrics and melody down, but listening to the same song over and over was getting...arduous, for lack of a better word.
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Post by ISABELLA MARIANA DIAS on Feb 7, 2013 23:09:10 GMT -5
Isabella was relieved that her presence went unnoticed. It would have been a shame to stop such a smooth voice mid-song. Hearing it to completion set a soft smile on her lips. Her musical interests were wide in range, though a lot of the newer stuff that was put out there was unappealing for her. Still, there were always exceptions and the one that Zach was singing happened to be one of them. It was more inspirational than what you came across on the radio stations usually and that was something that she could appreciate. It suited his range as well making the melody come out crystal clear and so very pleasant. Isabella had nearly been mesmerized it was fair to say. He still hadn’t noticed her, which was plausible considering he had completely stilled her.
As she came out of her daze Isabella’s curiosity began to stem. She was better acquainted with his stepbrother, much to her irritation sometimes but there were a few things that she had picked up on regarding Zach in seeing him around. His misanthropic nature made it difficult for people to breech that hardened exterior of his and in the past, she was ashamed to admit, there hadn’t been much effort put forth on her part to remedy that. Isabella had always been too busy; she stayed busy though so eventually that excuse became irrelevant. By happenstance or some divine intervention though something had led her to the choir room being in the right place at the right time for opportunity to present itself to something that she had wanted to do for quite some time now- get to know Zach. Isabella wasn’t so pretensions to think that a simple hello would crack him open and have him spilling his darkest secrets and fondest hopes but it was a start to something.
She didn’t want to startle him so when she did approach her voice was tender hoping to ease into things rather than completely catch him off guard. ”That was lovely.” Leading with a compliment was a soothing tactic. People liked being praised and though he might not have been the kind of person that thrived on other people’s opinions it was still a courtesy that Isabella indulged in. One heard things, even when they didn’t necessarily want to, and she had caught wind that Dylan had a band, another member of it being Zach of course but she didn’t yet know that there was a gig he was practicing for. Hadley did host plenty of music festivals so it was only a matter of time before their band got a slot. Isabella took a set at the piano tinkling her fingers gingerly over the ivory keys before looking up at Zach. ”Were you practicing for a choir solo?”
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Post by zach on Feb 10, 2013 23:11:45 GMT -5
Zach picked up his iPod and started running through songs to listen to, to get a break from Titanium. Zach’s iPod seemed to be one of those that had every song one could think of, but not a single one he actually wanted to listen to. As he scrolled through each song, he shook his head in disgust. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why half this stuff was on here. Finally, he found a song he was semi-happy with, and left it there. Rumor Has It by Adele began to fill the room, and Zach sat back in the hard plastic chair, covering his hands with his face.
Someone behind him said that something was “lovely”, causing him to jump. He turned around and saw someone he vaguely recognized, a girl that was in a few of his classes. She seemed like the kind of girl that would run with Dylan’s crowd, and Zach struggled to stick a name to her face. It was something with an I, that’s what he could tell you. “Um, thanks...I guess.” Zach really didn’t have the energy to be mad that someone had been eavesdropping on him singing. He was just that drained.
Then she asked if he was practicing for a choir solo, and for some reason, that lifted his spirits a bit. Something about this girl made it hard for him to be angry with the world, despite how much he wanted to be. “No. It’s a song Dylan and I are thinking about for our next show....if we ever have a ‘next show’, that is.” Zach and Dylan hadn’t been able to find a venue to play at, but that wasn’t for lack of trying. “But did you really like it?” Zach couldn’t believe what he was saying. Of course she didn’t like it. She was lying to him. That’s all compliments were: empty lies. Why should this girl be any different, regardless of how she made Zach feel.
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Post by ISABELLA MARIANA DIAS on Feb 11, 2013 1:14:25 GMT -5
So there would be a show, or at least there were plans for one. This pleased Isabella. She might not have been much to follow in Dylan’s endeavors but if it meant hearing Zach sing again, well, that was most certainly something that she could find the time to pay attention to. A small nod came from her before she withdrew her hands to place them in her lap instead and angled herself to face him more. Looking over his features her appreciation for him was far from false. His question had struck her as a bit odd however it did bring a soft smile back onto her lips after the moment’s confusion. Of course the idea that a larger stage wasn’t needed to indulge in that voice of his again did come to mind. She wasn’t sure if Zach truly needed her reassurances though.
”Yes, very much so.” Most people around school found her pattern of speech archaic, which was just as well because that’s precisely what it was. However, when you spent five years of your young life in charm and etiquette training and were expected to be a cut above typical teenager standards that was to be expected. Isabella wasn’t like the other girls around school. It wasn’t just because she was from Brazil or that she had been trained in many arts of proper conduct but also because Isabella viewed things differently than a usually American teenage girl. She was surprisingly thoughtful for being as spoiled and used to getting her way. She held responsibilities that people didn’t think still existed in the modern home and in ways she was far matured beyond her years. Making eye contact with Zach her eyes seemed to smile at him as well.
That curiosity to see what all the young man had to offer danced around in the air teasing her and coaxing Isabella to try her hand at getting him engaged to speaking with her. ”You’ve one of the riches clarities I’ve heard in a long time.” It wasn’t just about his technique though. Vocals could be trained to reach a certain quality; it was much more than that. ”Your emotion is moving. For a moment my heart skipped a beat. You could influence a crowd to joy, tears, whatever you please because when you sing, to me, it seemed like you poured yourself into it. That’s beautiful- passionate.” Her words took on a seductive tone, not to shake him but rather to emphasize her integrity.
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Post by zach on Feb 22, 2013 20:10:28 GMT -5
The more Isabella talked, the angrier Zach got. He knew he should be used to people lying to him; they did it all the time, but every word out of this girl’s mouth just seemed to shorten his fuse, and he couldn’t understand why. A small, slightly more rational part of Zach’s mind told him it was because she really did mean what she was saying, and it had been so long since he’d heard a genuine compliment that he couldn’t recognize it when it was staring him straight in the face, but he wasn’t in any particular mood to listen to that part at the moment.
As she finished speaking, something about her tone changed, and Zach’s eyes widened for a split second in surprise, before narrowing in anger. He stood up abruptly, causing the chair he was sitting on to fall over backwards. He went to go fetch his iPod, which had stopped playing long ago, not looking Isabella in the eye. Zach knew that if he did, he might end up doing something they’d both regret. What it was, had yet to be seen. What a lot of people didn’t know was that Zach could be almost as impulsive as his step-brother, but in a much more destructive way. His body carried the scars to prove it.
“Look, I think it’d be best if we both left. It was nice talking to you, but I’ve got places to be.” Zach’s voice was cold and unfeeling as he picked up the chair, stuffing the iPod into his pocket. He didn’t know why, but something about this girl struck a nerve with him, and he didn’t like it. Zach should’ve known from the get-go that this girl was trouble...and then it hit him. Where else he’d seen her, outside of class. She hung out with Dylan’s crowd, the people that Zach tried to distance himself from. This thought gave him pause. If she was popular, what was she doing here, talking to him? Wouldn’t that be a surefire way to destroy her popularity? Zach stopped midstride, turning back on Isabella. “Wait. What are you doing here, anyway?” He hadn’t meant it to come out as accusatory as it did, but what’s done is done.
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Post by ISABELLA MARIANA DIAS on Feb 23, 2013 23:49:12 GMT -5
His outburst startled her slightly but except for a minor jolt, Isabella remained calm. She had never been much to cower and unless under extremes she wouldn’t be too inclined to show fear. It was one part stubborn, two parts pride. She didn’t appreciate his tone in the least and Isabella’s features clearly displayed that to him, given that he had looked. Instead, it seemed that Zach was focused on avoiding any eye contact, or looking in her general vicinity at all. Isabella pursed her lips exhaling slowly to keep her calm. Respect was a big thing with Isabella and if she gave it to you, she fully expected it returned in kind. Whatever issue Zach had she wanted to figure it out before she snapped at him like he had her.
She was waiting, keeping quiet and still to see what his next move would be. Sometimes silence was the best way to find out what you wanted to know. It could make people feel uncomfortable not knowing what to expect from you. Impulsive reactions meant you were more easily figured. Keeping him in the dark during his outrage meant that she had the advantage. Maybe she didn’t need to be strategic with Zach, but it was habit for Isabella. Being popular you had to watch your back, and all other angles as well. It wasn’t all that important to her really considering that she had more solid friendships with those outside of her clique, with a few exceptions however that instinct not to be walked all over wasn’t influenced by popularity, it was influenced by pride. For a moment Isabella thought that he was just going to walk right out the door without so much as another word.
Still at the piano Isabella slowly rose to her feet walking over to Zach. His accusation didn’t set very well with her. ”I came to appreciate your voice but apparently you’re more inclined to slap that away than to accept good things.” She was slightly heated but doing what she could to keep the bulk of it at bay. It wouldn’t do either one of them much good to get into a shouting match, Isabella had learned that much over the years. Resolution came from a level head far more often than it did anger. Keeping that in mind, especially for her, wasn’t the easiest of things but she was doing her best to mature in a number of areas in her life. Taking a deep breath she shook her head at him. ”I don’t understand your, what appears to be, issue with me. Have I offended or wronged you in any way?” She couldn’t think of an occasion where that had been the case.
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