Gillions Performing Arts Institute for Artistic Young Men

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Dear Perspective Student,




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Congratulations! You have been selected to attend Gilions Boarding School for the Performing Arts. You have been chosen among thousand of boys in the fields of Acting, Music, Art, Creative Writing, and Dance. You are going to have classes here for you to take both in your artistic talent and your academic studies!





Once again congratulations!


~Richard E. Gillion

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This letter is only for boys who exceed artistic talent. Only a small percentage of boys are accepted into this school, and a smaller percentage graduates. Boys here are cutthroat and competitive, only worrying about themselves and themselves only. However, natural urges always finds its way into each of the boys' lives. Relationships and natural teenage drama finds its way with the competition of art?

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We only accept the highest of talent. Apply here.


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A room with square walls, filled with black. With only one window that allowed the sun to shine brightly and flamboyantly. A table with multiple objects was in front of the room alongside with a rocking chair, and a coat hanger. Jake was sitting in the rocking chair, rocking slowly, eyes staring at the floor. After counting to the number 10 in his head. Then, he looked out to the rest of the class, and smiled widely, seemingly proud of his work. Jake saw his fellow classmates smile and clapping heavily for him. Jake smiled and stood up and nodded at everyone. It would have been better if he could actually hear the clapping for him. Jake worked incredibly hard on his monologue. But it was something that he couldn't fix. That was the price of being deaf.


Jake has been deaf for most of his life, due to an illness when he was smaller. He had a terrible fever when he was a child and it ruptured both of his ear drums, making him lose his hearing. But it wasn't really a difficulty for him by no means. He learned other ways to "hear." He reads lips very well and learned how to feel the vibrations of the voice by placing his hands on someone else's throat or mouth. Jake's speech was heavily affected when he was a child, but now, it was perfect. No one knows that he is deaf, and Jake plans it to stay that way. People start to judge once they know something about you.


Jake sat down with the rest of his classmates, feeling pats on his back and reading "Good Work." on some of their lips. He smiled. "Thanks guys." Jake said in his deep, tenor voice. There weren't that many people in his class, maybe about 15. It wasn't unusual, not in his school. Not a lot of people get into Gillion's for the simple fact that they only accept a chosen few with extreme talent. Jake, to this day, didn't understand why he was chosen to come to this school, but everyday he embraces the fact that he is here.
 
Wheat was the last one to leave the dance studio, he stopped and looked at his relection in the long mirrored wall. He smiled at himself, dancing was the one thing he was sure about. Here in the studio, he felt at home--different than the home he grew up in with his mother. He loved living there, she taught him the art of dance. But it was here in the studio where he was alive. Someday. A triple threat. He thought, Dancing, check, singing, in progress check, acting... Well I guess we have time to work on that. That was his only fall-out. Wheat has a love for musicals, but he's never been very good at acting. He shook those thoughts away and walked out of the studio with a smile.
 
After a while of watching other people do their assigned scenes or monologues, the professor of the class waved his hands, which to Jake meant that it was time to leave. Jake gathered his things that were nearby him and walked out of the door, engaging in a conversation with another acting student about todays scenes. It was funny, no one really noticed that Jake never looked at their eyes to talk to them. Rather, he looked more at their lips, following the parellel tools quickly in order decipher what they were saying. Yeah, it could be hard to understand someone, especially a very fast talker, but Jake can figure the gist of whatever one is saying. So it was never really a problem for him.


As the students left the acting floor, he looked at the time. It was time for lunch. Jake smirked and began to walk to the lunchroom. His favorite time of the day, where he could eat to his heart content before he suffers through his academic classes. Though Jake was a very good actor, he never really was good at anything else, like Math, Science, or History. English he excelled at greatly; he had to know how to read well to become an actor. However, there were many times that he was threatened by his teacher that he was going to fail the semester. He never did. He wasn't good in his subjects not because he was lazy, but because he never was able to grasp anything. The teachers never looked at the class, they usually just talked while talking writing on the board. He needed to see them to understand them.


Jake found a table in the back of the lunch cafeteria and sat down. There were a lot of people he talked to in the school, but he usually sat by himself. Everyone was with their cliques. Jake didn't like cliques. At all.
 
Ariana giggled anxiously in a large, music room. There was a stage, many microphones, and a large amount of chairs. She could not believe she was in her own classroom! To calm her nerves, she sat down at a piano on the back of the stage, and began to play and sing A Thousand Miles.
 
Wheat walked to the cafeteria hoping there would be an empty table somewhere. He was wrong. He got his lunch and walked around aimlessly until he saw a table in the back with one other guy seated there. He walked towards the table and asked "Hey, can I sit here?" Wheat didn't want to offend the guy, but there really was hardly anywhere else to sit unless you were part of a group.
 
Jake looked around the cafeteria, seeing everyone talking to each of their peers about things that Jake did not know. It was funny. All the dance majors secluded themselves on the right side of the cafeteria while the music majors sat on the left side of the cafeteria. It seemed like each major had their own spot in the cafeteria. Jake snickered. Although the school was very small, he knew that everyone didn't know anyone else outside of their major. Everyone should be able to be together, not just people with one same interest. Jake sighed, and took out a book and began reading. At least he couldn't hear the amount of noise around him. It made concentrating much easier.


Jake didn't notice a guy over him, because he couldn't hear what the boy was saying. He felt the table move. Jake looked up and saw a boy with his lunch, and his hand on his chair. Jake smiled politely and nodded. "Yeah, sure I don't mind." he said. Analyzing the boy's physique, Jake guessed he was a dance major. "I'm Jake by the way." he said to the boy, holding out his hand. "What's your name?" he asked, watching his mouth intently.
 
"I'm Wheat." He extended his hand to Jake, and set his tray down. When he took his seat Wheat looked at Jake seated in front of him, he'd never really seen him before, he definetly wasn't involved in dance or Wheat would recognize him. But when he thought about it, everybody kept to their own group here. He wasn't sure if he knew Jake as a singer either, because it was Wheat's minor he hadn't had a lot of time for it recently, being more focused on dance. "So what do you do? He asked, not able to figure it out without help.
 
Jake watched Wheat's lips move and smiled. "Nice to meet you Wheat. Wheat is kind of a weird name, huh?" Jake said playfully. Jake leaned on the table, setting his book aside. "Well, I'm an actor." he said smoothly, focusing on Wheat. "And you must be a dancer." he said. Jake's eyes watched Wheat intently, both in interest and understanding.
 
"I guess it is a little weird, but I'm used to it." Wheat replied, with more interest than he thought. "You are correct, dancing seems to be the eaisest one to spot. Seeing as they all have that slim physique." He jokingly motioned to his smaller figure and chuckled. "Acting, that's pretty cool. How do you like it?" he asked, hoping that someone would be just as obsessed with their major as he was. Dance was his passion, he loved the way it made him feel. One of his favorite things was seeing someone like that, fully confident in their ability and skill, but who loved it just because they loved it--not because they were good at it.
 
Ariana, noticing it was lunch time, exited her class and decided to go to the cafeteria. She was starved, after all, and wanted to meet new people. She snatched a 20 off of her desk, and walked to the cafeteria. When Ariana entered, she grinned sheepishly. She ignored two things. One, she was one of the only girls in an all boys school, and two, she knew no one. Quickly, she secretly dashed about, looking for a dark, empty table.
 
Fatigue, that temporary loss of strength, got embedded in Korey's body that even his eyelids had a hard time not over-arching his eyes. It was an unavoidable condition due to lack of sleep and utter attempt to stay awake. And the noise, ah the noise - it just reverberated inside of his over worn ears. He wasn't concentrated and neither bothered to pay attention to his class which has lately been proven to be a hassle. His hair currently must've looked unkempt as he continued to redundantly run his bony fingers through it out of sheer boredom. He was nestled inside his desk on the far back; flattening the crinkles on the sleeves of his white shirt. He was so apt on repeating that action that he failed to notice the amiable clapping for a work well done. His eyes only pervaded towards the rest of the class once he took a gander out of the corner of his eyes and spotted the boy who had just finished his performance; he jeered lowly. He wasn't particularly fond of anyone in this school. He was still new after all; even after six months of acquaintance of all the smoky corridors, shady corners, smooth halls and stagnant classrooms. Nevertheless, he always had that keen emotion to dislike anyone who had good acting skills despite being unfamiliar with that person's attitude.


But even that perfectly grumpy glance had its duration time and unfazed by any of the next person's performance, he continued to flatten his crinkled sleeves. If he were to be called out now, it would be like ignoring a fly that swirls around you; which he had mastered to perfection. However he never failed to perk up once his ears caught the clanging sounds of the bell ringing. He rose up from his warm chair having nothing to pick from his desk. He intended to leisurely wander around or go grab something to eat. But, a boy intercepted his way, just as he was wading towards the door. "Excuse me," the blithe, bright smile fazed him like the malign red light of a camera that he reflexively etched a smile and beckoned. "So, as I sit behind you, I was wondering what you are gonna be up to so..." gruesome, gruesome, gruesome. Korey inwardly frowned; he disliked these kinds of situation, placing a hand in his pocket. A thousand flashbacks overwhelmed his mind, all containing tips on proper behaviour. Isn't the world a stage as well? It must be because he is acting, always pretending. It felt revolting in his throat, like an itchy moss stuck in his mouth. He inhaled and evinced the crudeness, leaving behind that evoking, upbeat, fake smile. "It's... private." the amount of crudeness he could imply was lacking nevertheless, the boy got what he got.


Uncomfortable silence recoiled and before the boy could open his mouth and speak again, Korey turned around on his heels and walked away. Pacing to elude. He wasn't in the mood to speak; he probably isn't in the mood to chew on food but he still headed towards the cafeteria. It was too crowded at the moment to seclude himself in a corner and smoke. Once he had entered, the clatter stood eminent above all his fatigue and his self-awareness rose to another level. He didn't want to join any group albeit his parents insisted he do. Just for today, he ignored them and directed himself to the far back. There was an empty table right next to two boys who had a chat on their own. He nested himself on the chair, placed his elbows on the table and leaned his chin on his palms; thoughts scattered around like butterflies in the spring.


 
"Yeah, I love it." Jake said sincerely, smiling at the thought of being on stage. Acting was something that Jake truly was passionate about. Every time he walked on stage, the feeling of assuming a character wraps him. Jake's whole perspective goes into darkness, and out comes a true, honest character. Being deaf heightens this feeling, because he had no distraction, just himself to do the job. It was quite thrilling, like the feeling when you are falling down a roller coaster. Jake lived for that thrill everyday. "I mean, everyone here must love what they do or they wouldn't be here doing it." Jake said cheerfully, smiling widely, showing his beautiful, white teeth.


Jake watched a boy walk into the cafeteria, and watched him sit right next to their table, alone. Jake recognized him from his acting classes. He never really seen him act, but he was under the impression that the boy was very good. Jake looked at Wheat. "I'm going to go talk to this guy over here, I'll be back." he said and stood up and grabbed a seat in front of the seemingly silent boy. "Hey. You're in my drama classes. It's funny how we never talked before." Jake said watching him intently. "Um, I don't know if you wanted to sit here alone, but you don't have to. We have space at our table." Jake said.


"Oh, my name is Jake by the way. What's yours?"
 
Leanne fixed her scarf and scooted her glasses up her nose as she walked through the front door of the imposing school building. She felt a bit out of place, probably because she was the only girl she could see in the vicinity so far... Probably also feeling a bit intimidated with this being her first job and the fact that she didn't even have a college degree didn't really help much to ease her anxiety. The fact that she barely looked older than the students added to her fears too. She looked around, seeing how much busy and more intimidating it felt walking through the halls of the school with all the students flurrying about than when she first went there to apply for a job that summer. She held her satchel tighter and pulled her record book closer to her chest as she went around the halls trying to recall where the teacher's lounge was. Finding her efforts to remember where it was were in vain, she decided to turn to the cafeteria for some lunch and to catch up on some writing instead. She sat down in a table in the side and opened her bag to retrieve a sandwich. Then, after taking a bite of her lunch, she proceeded to open a small purple hardbound notebook she had and started scribbling in it.
 
Hollow thoughts filled his ears and it looked like it was going to stay that way. How would it be? How would it be if he were to get up, stand in the centre of this noisy room and just make noise on top of his lungs as well? No, he couldn't possibly do that. He lacked bravery and today was not his fun day. It was ludicrous how he could be exquisitely polished in front of the cameras but not evince what he wants to be, and that is wild and unrestrained. He could only achieve that in his shady corners, alone and in his turbulent thoughts.


While he was resting his chin upon his damp palms, his fingers were tapping against his cheeks slowly. Did he feel hunger? Not the slightest although the odour of food hovered in the air. He could really use a smoke now as he scanned the perimeter. If he were to be caught smoking he couldn't begin to imagine what a scandal it would turn into. So he suppressed his urge by biting his lip as his leg began to shake. Unexpectedly, he fidgeted upon hearing an unfamiliar audible voice. Was he talking to him? Of course; there wasn't anyone occupying the table aside from him. Korey furrowed his eyebrows slightly, suspicious to this ambiguous friendliness. Korey remained quiet, only letting a small greeting nod slide. He wanted to be alone. Not because he was shy or socially awkward but because he either deemed they weren't worthy or simply hadn't felt any need to acquaintance himself with anyone.


Instead of retorting, Korey found himself staring immensely into the person's eyes. One side of him was now confronting the other. One insisted he be friendly and act through this moment of introduction whilst the other mainly demanded he be fierce and shove the guy away. Nevertheless, as these two opinions clashed he found himself repeatedly staring. His name was Jake; he had seen him around. In fact he was the one he jeered today at. Why would he want to hang out with Korey? Korey bit his tongue as he looked away, finding himself saying, "... It isn't like one should intrude." his crude tone of voice was covered with a tinge of a honeyed one. He retreated his hands from his face as he placed them on the table and uttered, literally forcing himself inwardly.


"I'm... my name is Korey."
 
Jake noticed his body language, as if he did not want to be bothered by anyone but himself. This took him back slightly, because he was being friendly toward the other boy. And besides, they shared the same interest. They both were majorly talented in acting. Shouldn't two people who share the same love for something be friends? Jake watched his lips intently, having a hard time understanding what he was saying. His lips looked as if they didn't move but only slightly. Jake scratched the back of his head, knowing when someone wanted to not be bothered. But Jake never gives up. Maybe now might not be the time to become friends with the other, but during the course of their years together here, they will be.


Jake sighed. "Korey is a nice name. Very....nice." Jake said, trying to find some way to bubble a conversation. "So that acting class today, huh? Everyone did pretty well." Jake watched Korey's movements intently. There were so many signals that told Jake to just leave and never come back to talk to him. And Jake was pretty intent on doing so. But that would be giving up. He never gives up. Jake looked back at Wheat. "Come, lets sit at this table. Korey needs a little but of company."
 
"I should take Noah to school, after all we won't see him for awhile!" his mother shouted. Noah's parents were at another fight. "I'm his father, and I've supported him all, my life! What do you do? YOU PAINT YOU CRAPPY NAILS ALL FREAKING DAY!" his father roared. Noah sat at the half broken kitchen table. He waited for the fight to come to the end, but so far, it didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon. "Mom, dad?" he said sternly. "Why can't you both take me to school?" he asked standing up. "I'm about to be late, it's the first day of school! I don't want them to think I am a delinquint." he aid shuffling his feet. Noah's dad looked at him then his mother. "Good idea Noah, I guess I'll drive then." he said as his mother nodded. They got into the car and began the silent car ride to Gillion's.


Noah silently walked into the school building. His parents dropped him off late, on the first day of school! He walked into the cafeteria, where most of the folks seem to be. He pulled out his new nikon camera he had saved all his money for. He took a couple of photos from the busy scenery. He smiled and looked at his picture. "Perfect!" he said happily. Noah looked for an empty table, but there were none. So he sat on the far end of a table with some boys discussing acting class. He watched as some kids laughed and threw food at each other, read books, and act. He was amazed by everyone's looks here. All the boys were good looking. This is stunning! Usually in books and shows smart nerdy kids look.... dorky! Noah put his head down on the table and murmered, "Hopefully I'm not the only bad looking kid here!"
 
Tap, Tap, heel, tap, tap, stomp, tap, tap, tap, turn, shuffle, riff... Derrick replayed the movements in his head before carrying them out on the dance floor. The tap class had ended awhile ago but he stayed a little longer to get his moves down perfectly. Plus the solitude was nice. It helped him focus, it helped him think and concentrate on something other than his personal life. Because who doesn't love to think about their problems 24 hours a day. Derrick thought sarcastically. Tap, tap, ball change...Over and over Derrick focused on his movements, analyzing them in the mirror. Sweat dripping from his forehead he finally stopped in his ending pose and took a couple of deep breaths. Still he wasn't satisfied, feeling like he could do more, be better. Derrick sighed and headed to the back of the room where his stuff was laying in a corner. There was nothing more he could do. The dance was as good as it was going to get for the time being. Now he needed something to eat. Derrick switched out of his tap shoes and changed into his normal ones. Packing up his gym bag, Derrick made his way out of the dance class and headed to the cafeteria.
 
Maxx drove himself to school, he walked in with his guitar on back.


Mitchy was in the instrument room, she was tuning her guitars, violins, cellos, pianos, basses, and others before she had students in her room
 
Tyler hated transferring schools in the middle of a semester. This was the fourth time he'd had to do it. But he had been so intent on coming to Gillions. There was more than enough people who sing, dance and act. It was a photographer's dream. But an all boys school? That didn't bother him much, Tyler was bisexual, but there were many girls with talent too. Why would the school limit itself? It wasn't Tyler's place to ask questions, though. He was merely an observer.


As he trudged into his new room, he saw many boys on their way to the cafeteria. Many of them were very handsome. It looked like Tyler would be having a lot of fun this year, and he couldn't wait to get started.
 
When Wheat heard Jake say something about sitting with this Korey guy. He shrugged, "Okay." And so he stood up and carried his apple to the next table over, taking a seat next to Jake and across from Korey. "So, you guys know each other?" Wheat asked them, not sure what this broody looking character's talent was.
 
Tyler finished unpacking and went to the cafeteria. Almost everywhere was full. He spotted a table with only three people at it. He walked up to one one boy, who looked like a dancer ((Wheat)) . "Um, hi. I'm Tyler, I just transferred here. Do you think I could sit down?"
 
Wheat heard a voice behind him, someone asking to sit. "Yeah, sure." He extended his hand as Tyler went to sit. "I'm Wheat." Seeing as Tyler just transfered here, Wheat figured he'd need a friend-after all, last year Wheat was in the same place. New kid, new school, no friends. Nobody needed to feel like that, so Wheat was friendly.
 
Noah turned around watching the boys socialize. That one looks like a ladies' man. he thought looking at Jake. Noah took a granola bar from his backpack and began to chow down on it.
 
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