Gillions Performing Arts Institute for Artistic Young Men

Tyler smiled at the boy gratefully. He shook his hand and sat down. "I like your name, Wheat. I'm assuming you're a dancer?"
 
Wheat smirked at his comment, "Thanks, and is that obvious or am I terrible at reading people?" he really did wonder, not having the slightest clue what anyone else did. "So what talent brings you here?"
 
"Photography, mostly. But I also love recording videos. It's hard to tell my talent just by looking at me, but you have a dancer's build. I can only figure out dancers."


Tyler realized he was babbling and quickly shut up.
 
Noah stood up and sighed, he was an unsociable person and rarely had friends anyways. It wasn't a good time to make friends anyways. He decided to walk to the court yard and take some pictures pf nature's beauty.
 
"Photography's pretty cool, what kind of movies do you make?" Wheat asked Tyler, suddenly interested by the subject. He loved good pictures, when he still lived with his mom she always had pictures of them all over the apartment. Her friend was a photographer, and took pictures of them, he distinctly remembers a black and white picture of his mother's point shoes hanging in the hallway by his room. When he remembered where he was, he snapped back into reality.
 
The bell had rung. It was over. Class was over. Most of the students had left, and the rest were cleaning up, preparing to leave. Yet Lucian stayed, unaffected by the movement around him. His face held a dissatisfied expression as he gazed at the canvas in front of him. Not even finished, and he already had a strong feeling he had failed another piece. It wouldn't matter how much praise from others he would receive, if he was not pleased, it was a failure. This happened quite often now, he had come to realize, much more often than he was comfortable with. Lucian felt no desire to put up with himself anymore, at least not at the time. He slammed the wet paintbrush onto the table, wiping his furrowed brow with the back of his hand and smearing paint above his eye.


Lucian stepped back from the table and sighed heavily. Art had always come so easily to him, he didn't understand why it had suddenly become so difficult to produce a decent piece. His eyes slowly scanned the room, stopping on the drying pieces of other students. No one else had hung back as he had, no one else seemed to feel like him. He noticed the teacher on the far side of the class looking his way. Lucian would not tolerate another conversation of false promises and half hopes, he couldn't stay in this room any longer. He quickly gathered his supplies and dumped them in the sink, cleaning as fast as possible. He soon returned to the canvas and carried it lightly to the far corner of the room, leaning it against the wall behind a stack of books. It was only visible from a short distance away. "Out of sight, out of mind," he muttered halfheartedly, though he knew his most recent failure would not easily be forgotten. Maybe he could repair it once his motivation had renewed, but for the moment, his negativity ruled. He burst through the door, ignoring the words of the teacher. He started towards the cafeteria but soon decided he didn't deserve to eat yet, and he had little appetite anyway.


His thoughts brought him away from those around him, he wanted to avoid everyone while he could. Lucian slipped through the doors to the outside courtyard, where few went. He was relieved to find himself alone, and crumpled into the grass, face towards the sun with eyes closed. His mind distracted itself with happier thoughts. He dreaded the return to class and dealing with the real world.
 
"Thanks. I can make a movie out of anything. I like to shoot commercials, though. What about you. What kind of dance?" Tyler remembered two years ago, his little sister Mallory's first ballet recital. She was so excited. On stage, though, she got nervous and tripped and broke her arm. He shuddered at the memory and focused on Wheat.
 
"I like ballet, which is what my mother taught me, I'm also fan of tap jazz. But my favorite thing to do would be a musical, I'm minoring in singing." Wheat hoped he wasn't being to personal with a guy he just met, but it didn't really matter to him anyways. He had nothing to hide.
 
Tyler nodded. "I like musical. You have the three elements. There's singing, dancing, and acting. Anyone who can do all three is inspirational." Tyler glanced at a window and saw a boy sitting alone in the courtyard. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing towards the window.
 
"Triple threat. That's what I'm going for. Just have to learn how to act, haha." Wheat looked out the window to where Tyler was pointing. "I have no idea. What are you thinking?"
 
Tyler thought, "He looks...disappointed." Tyler shrugged. "I could help you with acting. My older brother wanted to be an actor for the longest time."
 
Lucian sat up and blinked, his mind still in turmoil. He had went through many phases in his life, and he was beginning to think maybe art was just another one. He had a good run for a while, although he hadn't come nearly as far as he had imagined. He realized he was being stupid, and it was much too early to completely give up, but believing the miserable side was usually much easier than trying to be positive. He could do that later.
 
Leanne got up as soon as she finished eating. She gathered her things back into her purse and decided to look around for the teacher's lounge. As soon as she'd packed her journal back into her bag, she started walking around random halls, hoping to see it. She scooted her glasses up her nose in frustration before turning at random crosspaths and staring at every sign. "This is so stupid of me." she thought as she wandered aimlessly through the corridors. Soon, she realized she wasn't in the building anymore but in the courtyard where a meager number of students were. She hoped she could run into some long-time student of Gilions to ask where the faculty room was.
 
He had failed. As an Irish phrase says a dumb priest never got a parish; those who fail to speak up fail to get what they want. And this, even the slightest of effort he had embedded into his answer counted as a bitter failure. He loured to the point of feeling his teeth stiff. No wonder that there are things a man can and cannot do. But putting a generalization under the term man bites the dust. As no man is the same, especially a man who cannot deal with his own problems such as Korey. And what is his problem? If he were to realise, it doesn't exist, his problem is in his head, nicely tucked into a pile of silky carpets which number rises each day; a caustic illusion. Nevertheless one fact remains, he is lacking.


Swallowing his saliva felt like battling mosquito bites and that scratchy feeling. He barely moved his lips but still audible words broke through from them. This Jake mentioned today's acting class which Korey had barely paid attention to. His eyes were leaping everywhere except Jake's way. Slowly, the clashing idea of menifesting friendliness bore itself into victory but he still held ill-will. His lour slowly diminished as he bit the inner skin of his cheeks. Just as he opened his mouth a bit wider to speak, Jake addressed another boy he had been previously chatting with. Korey slowly pinched the bridge of his nose, cautiously as he finally retorted. "I wasn't really paying attention to today's class." he admitted with a more bright tone in his voice than earlier. His glance leaped towards the other boy, Wheat right? He scrunched his eyebrows slightly as he murmured. "No, we don't... we just met." He was a bit irked at the fact that Jake implied he needed some company but he suppressed the urge to rasp and refute that statement.
 
Noah exited the court-yard because it seemed to get louder and louder by the second. Noah looked around, he was not familiar with his surroundings. He realized that he was lost. He put his hand on his forehead and whispered, "Oh geez. It has been thirty minutes and I've already gotten my self lost!"
 
Derrick was walking at a slow steady pace to the cafeteria, it took awhile since he was coming from across campus. He had his ipod on and was listening to The Heavy's "How You Like Me Now," bobbing his head to the music. He heard a noise to his left and looked up to see some dude freaking out ((Noah)). From the confused look on his face, Derrick assumed he was lost. He sighed and made his way over to the guy. "Hey, you okay?" Derrick asked, tapping the guy on his shoulder. "Do you need help, finding something?"
 
Noah jumped when a boy patted him on the shoulder. "Uhh, yeah- umm... Yes. I really don't... don't know my way around the school. Do you mind if you show me?" asked Noah nervously. He sighed and looked at the boy. He looked nice and well built. Noah figured he must be a musical person.
 
"Sure, I got some free time." Derrick nodded and pulled his ear plugs out. "So are you looking for the grand tour, or are you searching for something in particular?" He asked. He shifted his gym bag to the other shoulder and eyed the guy. I've never seen him before, he must be new....Derrick thought as he stuck his hand out to Noah. "I'm Derrick, by the way."
 
"I'm Noah, and I'm looking for a quieter place than the court yard." he said sheepishly pointing to the court-yard. He put his camera in his backpack and looked at the courtyard once more. "It's so brain wreckingly noisy in there."
 
Jake watched Korey intently. A smile curled on Jake's face, knowing exactly how Korey was feeling. He was annoyed, not wanting to be bothered by the likes of him. But the thing that Jake thought that was hilarious was that Korey didn't want to say that. Jake put his finger on his chin and tapped it then moved his chair over right next to Korey. He could feel his eyes pierce through Jake, commanding him to leave his side. But Jake didn't oblige. He leaned on his hand with his elbow on the table and smiled. Jake always loved to pick fun at people, especially those who didn't want him around. To Jake, it ignored the fact that they didn't want him around and amplified his playfulness. Yeah, he might seem like an annoying jerk, but he didn't care. The only person's judgements that he honestly cared about was his self's


"No, I think you need a little more company." he said, looking into his piercing eyes. "It's a shame that you didn't really pay attention. It was a very nice class." An idea popped into Jake's head, and a devious grin formed on his face. "You know our teacher are picking out scenes for next week. We should do a scene together! Now that would be lovely, wouldn't it be?" Jake got up from his seat. "I shall go and ask now. This will be so exciting." he said and fled from the cafeteria to find his Drama teacher.
 
Lucian believed he had heard the door open behind him, but had no intentions to turn around and see if someone else was with him. He hoped it was just someone with mindset similar to himself, just looking for a quieter place to sort out their thoughts. Not someone who wanted to strike up a conversation. This was a normal attitude for him. Because of this, he hadn't made many friends during his time at Gillions, but he wasn't bothered by that. He had went through the majority of his life alone, and he didn't think that was going to change much in the near future.
 
Derrick shrugged. "Sorry man, guess it's just not meant to be this year." He said casually with a smile. It kinda sucked that he didn't get to see his friend more often, but they couldn't change the way their busy schedules worked. Derrick waved back to Jake. "Hit me up later if you got some free time." He said before turning back to Noah. "Okay, you ready to go? I could take you to the gardens, its usually a nice and quite place to relax for awhile." Derrick said.
 
Noah smiled, his first smile since sixth grade. "Thanks. I'd really appreciate it!" Noah pulled out his camerea, he wanted to take lots more pictures of nature for the photography festivel coming up. He smiled and followed Derick o the garfen. "It's spectacular!" said Noah bursting with excitment.
 
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