Lies of the Beautiful People

After sitting in the attendance office for thirty minutes Rose was handed her class schedule. Most of the classes revolved around the equine sciences and riding but she did have two oddball classes. One was poetry and the other was dancing. That was where she was heading now it was quite close and she had no trouble finding it, unfortunately she was not dressed for a class that involved fine tuned footwork. Rose sighed looking down at her jean jodphurs and paddock boots with black chaps. She was really dressed for a day at the barn but hopefully the teacher would understand. Before slipping int the room Rose took a deep breath checked to make sure the concealer still covered her bruises and slipped into the classroom.


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Brian heard Alex mumbling something to himself. Intrigued, he leaned over and took a glance at his notebook. "Writing a song?" He asked, grinning excitedly. "Wow, that's really cool. I can't write anything like that. My last poem about the beauty of pineapple totally sucked; I thought it was pretty abstract, but the teacher didn't think so." He scratched his chin sheepishly. "Hey, you're Alex, right? I saw you in some of my classes. I'm Brian."
 
"Pineapple?" Alex repeated slowly. "Okay. Yeah, I'm Alex, nice to officially meet you," he said a little robotically, polishing one of his lyrics. "This song is going to be the death of me." It was true - the lyrics, melody, and music were all refusing to come to him. Ugh, stupid block....What he needed was an inspiration. However, it was pretty unlikely that he could scream "Come to me, dammit!" and it would come. No, he had to rely on his own mind o create one....Which sucked sometimes.
 
"Writer's block?" Brian knitted his eyebrows together in concentration, trying to come up with something useful. "You could write, uh, a love song?" The moment the word left his mouth, he knew just how ridiculous he sounded. Ah well, he's never been good at writing anyway.


Talking about love song... Brian took a side glance at Emory, his cheeks flushing slightly when he realized how blatantly he has been staring at her. He cleared his throat. "Hey, maybe you just need to clear your head a little? Do you like tennis? We can play sometimes. Or maybe swimming, or table tennis, or whatever."
 
Alex chuckled at Brian staring at Emory. Poor guy...."Love song? I'm not in love, and this song is basically saying I'm going to Hell," he explained, erasing must and replacing it with will. "That's a little better....Well, damn. This is making me crazy..." He then realized that Brian invited him to do something, and that he was being rude. "Oh, uh, sorry. Om, I guess I can play tennis, but I am in no way at all athletic. At all, it'll be a short match."
 
"Hey, that's fine." Brian grinned, slapping Alex's back. "It's no competition. Just for fun, so you can clear your head and write songs about going to hell and stuff. It sounds pretty cool to me." He glanced at Alex's notebook; it really is awesome, being able to write like that. His teacher always says that he's a terrible poet. But really, he thinks he's just abstract. "Hmm, and do you sing, too? 'Cause you write songs, you probably sing and record them, right?"
 
Alex smiled. "Of course I do. Sing, write, and even play a couple of instruments. It's my outlet, I'm an angst-ey person," he said, happy that some one was interested in his music. "I'm guessing you're an athlete? I guess we can play some tennis after class, that could be fun."


(Blooooockedd........)
 
Brian grinned. "Yeah, I am. Sport is fun. I don't know, it's just... exhilarating, you know? Never gets old," he said excitedly. Tennis after class would be great; it's been a while since he last played tennis. Maybe he can show Emory around after or something. The thought of showing the girl around sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. Maybe she'd like to go swim with him sometimes, or maybe they can see a movie or something; that'd be awesome. "Music is really cool, too. I mean, I don't compose songs or anything, but I listen to them, and they're relaxing. And hey, when you're done, you've got to show me your song, too, okay?"


(Me toooooo....)
 
Alex chuckled. "Ah, hell man, that'll be a while. I am at a serious block. Maybe I can show you some of my older songs later? Or maybe I could play one, I need to refresh my guitar notes....You literally have to play at least an hour a week, or you'll forget the notes, it's kind of...It sucks, but I love it," he said vaguely, scribbling down some notes, playing it in his head, then wrinkling his nose at how weird it sounded. "DO you have a favorite sport?"
 
"Changes all the time," Brian shrugged. "I mean, I like every kind of sports, I think. Last week, my favorite was baseball. Now it's swimming," he said thoughtfully. "I just get bored really easily. It's better here, though. There's a whole lot of things to do. Everything is pretty, and the people, too. I really like it here."
 
Alex knit his eyebrows. "Really? Huh...I don't think I've ever heard some one say that before. I kind of hate it here, but it's better then what I had before," he said with mute expression, staring the paper down as he racked his brain for analogies, rhymes and rythms. "I used to swim competitively; what's your favorite stroke?"


(I hate writer's block >.<)
 
(okay just making sure :)


Rose walked further into the classroom giving the instructor her pass. The woman glanced at the sheet of paper before looking at Rose's attire with disdain. "You are just going to have to sit in the back of the class for today,considering you did not come prepared," the instructor said bitingly. Rose nodded meekly and slipped toward an open chair behind two guys. Most of the room was used for a dancing studio but a small pace pocket on the side contained chairs and a desk for the teacher.
 
"Backstroke," Brian trailed off when he saw a girl take the seat behind him. He's never seen her before; she wasn't in suitable clothes for dancing, and the teacher seemed pretty annoyed. "Hey," he waved good-naturedly, figuring that she might be interested in a small talk or something.
 
"Conversation-hopper," Alex joked accusingly, and looked at the girl that Brian was sepeaking to. He wrinkled his nose at her clothes...Riding gear? There was nothing to do with anything equine here, what was she doing dressed like this? Pft, newbies. Alex sighed and looked his notes, irritated at his block.


(14, do yu want to be the teacher? :3)
 
Emory sighed and started to fiddle with her braclet, as she waited for the teacher to start the class. She wass suprisingly exited for Brian to show her around, it would be nice to meet a boy that wasn't a complete pig. Continuing to fiddle with her braclet, she thought about why she was here and about her life that she would not return to for quite sometime. Although she wanted to keep a low profile, she wanted to meet some friendly people, to help her trough all of this change.


Connor was pretty disapointed at how things went with Emory, but then he remembered all of the other pretty girls in the school. Looking at his classes, he said and headed for dance, Connor least favorite class.
 
The petite blonde teacher stared the class into silence. Even with her small slender looks the students learned to obey Ms. Ward knowing that if she wanted too she could make this class miserable. Be it simply studying the history of dance for the whole hour or maybe working on dance routines way above any of their levels. She clapped her hands once making sure all eyes were on her, were they belonged and began class, "Considering some of us obviously aren't prepared for class we are going to split up, all of you in proper attire may enter the studio. All other students stay in here," the woman said this while staring cruelly at the new girl. New students, especially ones who obviously did not have a talent for dancing, were one of her many pet peeves and this girl was going to get the brunt of her anger. Ms. Ward hated it when the administration tossed the non-dancers in her class but it was all part of their plans for the students and she had no choice in the matter.


Rose nodded to the boy sitting in front of her as she took her seat. Trying to ignore the teacher's gaze she focused on her schedule and the map she had been given. She was completely confused all of the halls seemed to crisscross one another either ending in a dead or just another turn. The teacher's speech felt like it was being directed right at her and when Rose looked up she realized it practically was because most of the class had already filed out of the room into the studio.
 
Seeing that the girl wasn't interested in small talks, Brian just shrugged and went back to grinning at Alex. "Let's go," he said, standing up and stretching his arms. He grabbed Alex's arm and began to drag him along. "Dancing is fun. I like this class. I mean, I'm not good or anything, and the teacher is real tough," he said in a low tone. "But it's great, you know? It's kind of like sports in a way." Then, he grinned. "Also, the girls are even prettier when they dance. Wouldn't you agree?"
 
"Dude..." Alex protested lightly as Brian tugged him along, saying something about dancing girls. "Dancing is a sport, I suck at it like you would not believe, the teacher sucks, and...I guess." He made sure his voice was just loud enough for Ms. Ward to barely hear - Alex loved "rebelling" in this fashion. He didn't even want to be in this class, but he admired Brian's optimism. he pulled his arm out of Brian's almost-iron grasp and leaned against the wall, something he did often. People sometimes asked him if he lived in a wall, and which wall was his favorite as a sort of insult. he didn't care, though - the walls were good to him.
 
Emory rolled her eyes at the teacher and sat back in her chair, though she didn't come prepared she new she could dance better than anyone in that room. She looked around the room to see who was going with the awful teacher and who was staying. Emory was a bit diapointed that she could not go into the studio and dance, she thought if she could do some dance it would calm her nerves a little, but since she couldn't she sighed and started to fiddle with her braclet yet again.
 
Brian looked around a bit to see if Emory was there, and could barely hide his disappointment when he found that she isn't. He heaved a sigh and tried to convince himself that it isn't so bad. They might still have other classes together and there are other girls as well. He turned to face Alex and tilted his head. "Hm? What are you doing? Let's go to the center of the room. All the good dancers are there; let's go watch them."
 
"That doesn't really work for me - I suck. You go ahead, I'll see you after class," Alex said, not wanting to sound rude. Really, he was just way too shy to suck so bad infront of everyone the way he usually does. He wasn't shy if he was singing or performing - that was when he really came out of his shell. With luck, Ms. Ward wont make him do anything...He wondered if that Spanish chick, Antonia, would come in late to sit in or help out. She was a great dancer. What did she do again - belly dancing? Nice. Maybe Connor would hit on her the second he saw her. It wouldn't surprise Alex if he did - Connor's a pig.


(I'll probably ditch Bettsy my next post....Toni has gone vacant >.>)
 
Emory sighed and disited to go into the studio anyway. She got up from her chair and walking into the room crowded with people trying to dance. She strutted to the center of the room and waited for instruction from the dreadful teacher or to get yelled at for coming in.


(Sorry for short post.)
 
Brian nodded and went to the center; he watched and eventually joined some of the guys. He attempted a few awkward spins, did some back flips, but then gave up and began doing his own goofy moves instead. They were weird, but they got people to watch him and they laughed. He liked it.
 
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