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Dreaming Together

kawaii senpai

One Thousand Club
You and I are both up incoming performers of some sort, but have not been discovered yet. The story is about what happens when you get accepted for a part, and I am left jobless.


Character form:


Name:


Age:


Gender:


Appearance:


Personality:


Talent Level: (poor, mediocre, average, great, excellent)


Work Ethic: (poor, mediocre, average, great, excellent)


My Character:


Name: Jeff Daniels


Age: 19


Gender: male


Appearance: Jeff is 6'1" in height and is muscular in build. He has dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He always wears working clothes: boots, blue jeans, old T-shirt.


Personality: Jeff is a little awkward in certain situations, but is generally very open and willing to talk about anything. He tries to be optimistic to others, but sometimes fails with this attitude towards himself.


Talent Level: mediocre


Work Ethic: Excellent
 
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Name:


Leila Evans



Age:


18



Gender:


Female



Appearance:


Leila is 5'5", a little skinny with small curves, and has sun kissed toned skin. She has dark brown hair, along with brown eyes,
though in some lights they can be green. She generally likes to wear summer themed outfits (skirts, dresses), though she occasionally wears skinny jeans with a cute shirt.


Personality:



Leila is rather outgoing, loves to make people happy, and all around sweet. She can be very gullible, and is hurt easily. She is friendly, and has difficulty confronting people and problems.


Talent Level:



Great (she sings and plays guitar).


Work Ethic:



Mediocre.

 
I like it! I forgot to put this, but I will sing and play piano. Hang on one second and I can start writing. 
Jeff took a deep breath. It was about to be his turn to audition for the musical opening. He had practiced nonstop, nearly six hours a day. Leila was right after him. He turned around and held out his hand for a high five. "Wish me luck!" he said forcing a smile.
 

Leila was sitting upright on a uncomfortable chair. Today was the day. The day she'd either get rejected, or the day her new life would begin. She was nervous, to say the least. She was afraid she wouldn't be good enough. That she didn't have the talent it took to be a singer. And she was nervous for Jeff, too. She was nervous for them both, knowing how much this meant for them both. They had been dreaming about this day. They'd been practicing and practicing for this day, and now it's here, and moments away, she'd walk on stage, and sing her soul out for the judges. And then they'd either welcome her with opening arms, or turn her away. Who was she more nervous for, for Jeff, or for herself? She couldn't know.


Jeff, now standing up, looked at Leila with a nervous smile. She knew he was trying to keep it together. But that didn't help at all. She still smiled back at him, her mouth curling upwards as his hand was held out for her. She slapped his hand with hers for a high five, something they always did for good luck. "Good luck," she laughed. She hated waiting.


 
Jeff walked onto the stage, trying to keep his composure together. He introduced himself with pride, then began singing his signature song, Drops of Jupiter by Train. He played piano at all parts except for the chorus, where he let my voice have the spotlight. Jeff thought the performance went good as he walked of the stage, but couldn't help seeing the judgement on their faces. As he sat down on the bench next to Leila he put on a smile for her. "You'll do great," he said, even though he was secretly freaking out over his own performance.
 
Leila couldn't take it any longer. It'd been a few minutes since Jeff had gone on stage, and she couldn't hear anything. She hated waiting. She was like her mother; impatient and anxiety filled. She, after two minutes, stood up and paced back and forth around the small waiting room. Her hands were clasped, and her mind was racing. Her heart pounding, she closed her eyes. She really did hate waiting. Soon enough, the door creaked open. Jeff was done. In about three minutes, he either impressed the judges, or didn't. She exhaled, her eyes set on him. A nervous smile spread on her mouth as she looked at him. "I hope so," was all she said before she went out onto stage, prepared to sing her favorite song; "Nothing Left to Lose" by Mat Kearney.

 
I sat in the waiting room, trying to hear her voice through the door, but not being able to hear anything. I hoped things were going good for her. At least better than it seemed to go for me. I knew that she was very talented, but sometimes she just didn't seem to have the patience for practice. I hoped that didn't affect her performance any.
 
The song flew by in a instant. Or, at least, it felt like it for Leila. One moment, she was introducing herself as Leila Evans, and the next she was thanking the judges, and walking off stage, the microphone still in her hand. She was breathing heavily, and her hands were shaking. She was a wreck. But she thought she didn't too bad. Maybe a little good, but she could have been a little better. Jeff had been right. She was never patient enough to practice. Next time, she promised to herself, she'd listen to him and practice more often. After handing a staff member the microphone, she walked back into the room. Jeff was sitting, and looked more shocked then anything. She bit her lower lip, and smiled.

 
I could tell something was bothering her. I stood up off the bench and walked over to her. I placed my hands on both her shoulders. "You listen here. You have one of the most beautiful voices I've ever heard, and if those judges decide to tell you otherwise, then so be it. Just know this, no matter what they say, you will always be amazing and unbelievably talented. Never forget that." I lightly rubbed her shoulder and then backed up a step to see if that helped her out any.
 
Jeff, without a word, stood up, looked her in the eye, and placed his large hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look him in the eye as well. Leila let her smile fade as he spoke, leaving her speechless. Could he tell something was wrong? How did he know? Did she have a tell? She was confused, in shock, and wasn't sure what to think. Her hands were still shaking, but she was now smiling. Genuinely smiling, this time. He was right. So what if they didn't like her? So what if she didn't get in? She was, and always will be, Leila Evans, the girl who loved music, who loved singing. And no one, judges or not, couldn't take that away from her. She laughed. "I won't. Thanks, Jeff. That means the world to me," she said. "Are you okay? You didn't look the greatest before I went out on stage. I'm sure you did great; and if we both don't get in, then well, we can have a party with popcorn, drinks, and a movie. Deal?" She grinned.

 
"Deal. If you make it though, I have the biggest surprise planned for you!" Jeff couldn't help but feel like she was going to make it. He was happy for her, but at the same time scared for himself. Maybe even... jealous? Either way, he had different things to focus on now. "Do you want to go grab some food before we head home to await phone calls?"
 
"Hey! I thought we said no surprises," she laughed, playfully, lightly punching him in the shoulder as they walked side by side. Leila wasn't sure she'd even get in, but right now, she just wanted to celebrate for even getting up on that stage and singing. It was a huge accomplishment, but it'd be even a bigger accomplishment if one of them got in. She glanced over her shoulder at Jeff, and one look, she knew he was afraid. Nervous. Well, she was too. So, she didn't say anything more, knowing it'd make it worse for them both. So, she instead walked out with him, side by side, a smile spread across her lips. She hoped they'd get in. But if they both got in, that'd mean they'd eventually have to compete against each other. She didn't want that to happen. She'd rather to have none of them get in. She was good friends with Jeff. She wouldn't even chase after her dream to change that. "Sure. Joe's?" she smiled. Joe's Pizza was their usual place to go to.

 
"Where else. I'll drive." We car pooled to get down here, so she wouldn't have to come back to get her car. I opened her door first before walking to the driver's seat to get in. As I started driving, I realized the lack of conversation. "So why do you like Nothing Left to Lose?" I asked. I knew it was her favorite song, but I never really knew why besides the fact that it fit her vocals amazingly.
 

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