Realistic or Modern Sunny Meadows School Of The Arts

[NessieAlways]

~Elizabeth Cecil~

Up until now Elizabeth had been bubbling with anger and rage while trying not to loose herself in the argument, but as she wrestled against the emotion it was too powerful to control. Elizabeth she reached the peak and began to fall. Why can't they just drop this? Why go on and on about something so simple and ridiculous? As soon as the last words came out of Elizabeth, she fell into a numb state. Did I just say that? Elizabeth wanted to turn around and take back what she had said only it was too late. The words were already out. Elizabeth needed some fresh air. Her mind was racing thinking of all the possible things she could have done to avoid this situation and it all lead back to not having waited in the office like every other freshmen. She was done. Elizabeth didn't have the energy to argue anymore so she simply shut down. Elizabeth ignored everything and everyone and thought of her happy place, just as her coach had advised when Elizabeth needed to step away from the world.

Natalie began talking but her words were mere mumbles to Elizabeth's ear.

"I was faking smiles, and trying to be nice, but that's exactly the point..." Elizabeth's mind drifted to a dark cold place. She was alone. "I could tell you were uncomfortable with me..." Elizabeth looked in front of her, but all she saw was a void. Her stomach began to churn and her fingers began to tingle, adrenaline. "If you feel like I was harsh or unwelcoming or mean to you..." From the distance she began to see a light. It was small yet powerful and it was growing. Bigger and bigger. "I've tried to welcome you with open arms" She felt the warmth of the light wrap over her like fleece blanket. Warm, comforting, gentle. "I decided I was going to give you a fair chance" Elizabeth was no longer in an cold dark room. She was in a stage looking at an empty audience. "if you still don't like me..." Slowly people began appearing in the seats looking eager and satisfied. "or don't feel comfortable around me..." the stage around her began taking life. People danced around her, colorful light following them. "then I'll just leave you alone." The faint sound of music began getting louder and louder driving the dancers into more complex choreographies as the melodies crescendoed. "I hope you like it here, and I hope that we can just, be civil" There was a pause in the music. All eyes were on Elizabeth. She opened her mouth and began singing. Soon the music started once more and she joined the dancers.

Preforming. That was Elizabeth's happy place.

Elizabeth saw as Natalie left the room after a short exchange of words with Chazlee. Had Elizabeth been all there at the moment, she would have insinuated that Natalie's act was done to prove a point. Elizabeth was, however, still shut down. In her own world as some might say. As expected Anastasia mumbled a few insignificant apologies and walked after her friend. When they walked out Elizabeth felt as if the air in the room escaped. She took slow deeps breaths trying to steady herself and remain calm. It was a moment before she was able to recover from shutting down. It wasn't something she did often. Only in very stressful situations. From what Elizabeth remembered she had shut down about 3 times. The moment she first walked on to a stage, a day she had a horrible fight with her mother, and right now.

Elizabeth had forgotten Chazlee was still in the room so hearing him speak made her jump slightly. He was thanking her. For what, Elizabeth wasn't exactly sure, but she just nodded not wanting to speak up and have her voice crack. He walked over to the Manilla folder which contained her stuff and his number. She had heard him say something about it before, but it seemed like a very distant memory now. Chazlee began writing something else. Probably scratching out his number after the scene I pulled. "If you ever need an escape from campus go here." Elizabeth stared at the piece of paper he had written the address in. She didn't know where it lead to, but she'd take his word for it. "Chazlee...I..." Her voice was but a whisper. " I know I am the last person you want to be around, but do you any other help. And please do not worry about Natalie, I will take care of her." There it was again. The phrase that ignited the flames, 'I will take care of her.' Foolish boy.

Elizabeth looked into Chazlee's eyes noticing the pitty in them. She didn't want him to feel pitty for her. She didn't want to be a charity case. She didn't want to be that poor helpless freshmen. Elizabeth tore her gaze away from his wanting to keep the little dignity she had left just as he started walking towards the girl. Elizabeth closed her eyes wishing he would just stop, stop and not cross the line, but he did. Elizabeth felt his arms go around her. They were warm, comforting, and gentle, just like the stage lights. There was only one problem, it was a pitty hug, not a real one. A knot formed in Elizabeth's throat as she chocked back a sob. She let out a shaky breath and put her hands on his chest pushing him away softly. Without wanting to meet his glance Elizabeth spoke with an unsteady, yet delicate voice. "You...you should...go."​

 

[Mendaian]

Chazlee knew his actions were quite rash, and were simply driven by his emotions of gratitude for someone actually taking his blame. While his decision to hug Elizabeth was not based around pity, but that of thankfulness. In his mind he did assume that a hug was simply what Elizabeth need. As a hug was normal a sign of thanks, or understanding which one person would give to another. With that explanation and definition of a hug fresh in his mind he felt that a hug was called for between him and Elizabeth. From his perspective it seem Elizabeth just needed someone to hold her, to comfort her. It was sad to think, that something he cause would leave someone like Elizabeth a hollow shell. Was it pity he felt within himself or regret or was it something completely different all together? What it was, it left him feeling slightly cold within, a feeling he never particularly felt often. After a moment Chazlee felt a cold presence touch his upper torso and seemed to expel him away from Elizabeth. Looking down he saw Elizabeth's small hand, which gave off the cold, nearly soul siphoning touch sending chills down his spine. He felt as if he should speak up and protest Elizabeth's decision but when he opened his mouth not a word exited from his lips. Chazlee knew he had nothing to say, only that Elizabeth had made up her mind. While his mouth could not even whisper a single word, his eyes screwed at her as he tried to make eye contact. With each passing moment of silence he knew that there was no fixing this already mutilated piss-poor thing which he wanted to call a friendship. Despite who was at fault or to blame it was time to move on. The deeds had been done and the show had to go on. To break the silence it was Elizabeth, whose voice was already shaky, said it best. That it was mostly his time to go on. With a single nod he could only agree, it was his time to accept his fate and move on. Placing his hands into his pocket's Chazlee turned around and showed himself out of the dorm room and into the hall. Without a moment of hesitate or regret he turn to the left for the doorway and walked out of the dorm hall and back outside.


Once his body was hit with the ray's of the sun's light he let out a small smile, while he had lost a potential friend today he did gain something; a date with to him a girl who he felt deserved to be treated to a night out. He still had roughly thirty minutes before he had to go see Blyth, and an hour before his first true class, which gave him plenty of time to set things into motion for tonight. With his hands in his pockets, he used his right hand to pull out his iPhone from his back right pocket and began debating on who to call first. While instrumental talent was seen as one of the least monetary paying job, but it did have it's perks such as favors and IOU's. Thinking to himself for a moment as he allowed his body become warmer from the sun's rays as his black turtleneck absorbed the incoming heat. Using his right thumb in order to unlock his iPhone he double tapped the home button as siri answered him with a quaint and almost quirky " Hello Chazlee. What may I do for you today?" With a grin on his face Chazlee knew it was time to pull some favors and turn today upside down. " Yes Siri, Please call Luther Rutherford." Within a half second of his command the phone began ringing and Chazlee placed the phone to his ear. " Yes, This is Chazlee Malanna, I did a gig for you a couple months back and you said I could call in a favor? I know it is short notice, but Tonight I need a table. I know you have an eleven month waiting listen but you can make that eleven months and one day. Now you WILL make that work for me correct? Oh and lets not forget to make it the private dining room the one with the view of the city. It'll be around nine- nine thirty ish it may be earlier it maybe later just make sure my table will be ready when we arrive... Perfect I'll be expecting perfection Luther this is for someone quite… important. Take it easy Luther… Bye" Ending the call Chazlee couldn't help but smirk to himself and utter zel and happiness. He had just made their dinner reservations for tonight, and one of the most prestigious and most exclusive restaurants within the area, The Chef's Pantry. "If that doesn't make her happy I don't know what will..!" Gleaming utter joy he began to walk towards the Wind's Symphonic hall. As he walked towards the Symphonic hall he made a few other calls which he knew would completely blow Natalie away. "Who say's the music industry is dead..? It's just merely taking favors now, instead of cash." He'd think himself with a grin on his face as began to text Natalie " Cant wait to see you tonight, I know your art will be the second most beautiful thing I will see tonight ." Chazlee was having so much trouble holding in his happiness and excitement for tonight. He knew it was going to be something for both of them to remember. As he hit the send button he turned and walked inside the symphonic hall, and took some time to wait to see if Blyth was actually going to show or not. He wanted to make that encounter quick and painless for both of them.

 

[QueenCupCake]

Natalie, stared at herself, modeling the dress, and making disappointed faces at herself in the mirror. "The more I see myself in this dress, the more I hate it" she said. She her her phone bing with a text message notification. She read it, and smiled, even blushed hard, just reading his text. "Oh God, I don't know if I can do this, what if he's taking me out just to let me down easy? What if it's just a pity date?" she asked Ana. She took a couple of breaths and let it pass, texting him back. "I'm so excited for tonight too, you are too sweet! I can't wait to see how dashing you look" she hit the send button and started changing dresses. She only had that one class today, and she had already put her piece in and missed it to help Chazlee show Elizabeth around this morning.


She changed into a strapless, short but poofy red dress, and changed her heels to black, looking at herself again, she sighed. "Gosh, why does getting dressed have to be so hard?" she groaned. Then, digging through her closet, she found the perfect dress for tonight. It was a one shoulder, purple dress with black lace laying over it. It was short, and flattering, showing off her legs. She kept her black heels with it and smile. "Perfect" she smiled. She sat down in front of her mirror and played with her hair, trying to figure out the perfect way to look for him.

 

[NessieAlways]

~Elizabeth Cecil~

Elizabeth heard Chazlee's footsteps as he walked towards the door and then as they faded down the hall. Her breath was steady, inhale, exhale. When she could no longer hear the footsteps, Elizabeth took a deep breath, turned to her bed and started to unpack. Her mind was still empty, ignoring what had just happened. She wouldn't speak about it or much less think about. Accepting that it happened meant she had to deal with the emotions that came after, and right now Elizabeth wouldn't be able to handle herself. There were too many emotions she should be feeling right now that if she let them all in she was sure she'd break.

The anxiety of being in a new place, the excitement of being in a new school, the fear of being away from home for more than just a weekend, the pain of not seeing her friends anymore, the emptiness of not having anyone to talk to at the moment, the guilt of having missed her first class and currently missing her second, the anger of missing classes on the first day over petty drama, the rage that she was involved in the drama, the disappointment of being so caught up in the moment she lost it, the helplessness of there not being anything to do, and the sadness of how it all ended would just make her go crazy. So keeping herself busy with unpacking while she waited for her next class was the reasonable option.

She had a total of three bags, two bags with clothing and toiletries, and one with personal belongings and stuff to put around the room, a back pack with her school supplies and laptop, and a book bag with of course her class books. Elizabeth had never been a heavy packer; she only packed what she needed. She wasn't big on sentimentalism, so she didn't hang on to things longer than she needed to. She only owned a few things that she wasn't going to throw away for a very long time, one of them being the picture she had taken out earlier. Elizabeth grabbed the picture and gently caressed it with her finger. A small smile grew on Elizabeth's face as she remembered the exact moment that picture was taken.

It was a day before one of the theater club's state competition. The group had all gone to celebrate a great semester at a small burger shack. "Guys promise me that no matter what happens tomorrow we'll all still be life long friends!" That had been Mikaella, she was one of the young ones in the group. It was her first year competing so her emotions were all over the place. "Oh pish posh I'm not hanging with any one you losers after this! I'm heading to New York biotches!" Hector, the playful one, wrapped his arm around Mikaella assuring her that what he said was just a joke. The table laughed in harmony as David cleared his throat to speak, "Well good riddance!" Another roar of laughter passed over the table as Hector playfully threw one of his fries at David. "Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?" Alexa, like always, began singing a song that fit in to the scene. "Oh no here she goes." Christina, the serious one of the group, rolled her eyes as Alexa started singing, but a joking expression was still on her face. Danny, the quiet one, pretended his phone was a lighter and swayed it above his head as Alexa sang. Elizabeth along with her bus seat buddy, Joseph, backed up Alexa by singing along with her. Soon the whole table, except Christina, was singing to s song Why can't we be friends. Although after the four repeated phrases, everyone stopped singing not knowing the verse lyrics. There was a small moment of silence before they, once again, burst out laughing. Yes, Christina laughed too. "Guys this calls for a selfie!" Mikaella called a waiter over and asked her to take a picture of the group. They all gathered. Mikaella smiled brightly throwing a peace sign, Hector and David kissed Alexa's cheeks, Danny smiled normally while Christina didn't smile at all, and Elizabeth and Joseph put their arms around each other and posed for the shot. It had been the perfect day. Although they didn't win the state competition, they weren't even close to the first three places, they had that lunch date to remember.

Elizabeth put the framed picture down on her side table next to the manila folder Chazlee had left for her. She took the folder in her hands and studied the number written on it closely. She was tempted to call it and see if it was a fake, but she knew better than to poke at a scab while it healed. Besides she had been to the one to ask him to leave. Elizabeth sighed and threw the folder under the bed. She didn't want to see, hear, or think about any of the people she had just met. Elizabeth returned to unpacking. She grabbed the bag Chazlee had placed on the bed and unzipped it revealing piles of clothing. She slowly began taking it out, unfolding it, and hanging it in the closet. She was grateful the school had provided her room with hangers since Elizabeth had forgotten to bring any. After a while Elizabeth was done putting away all her two bags of clothing in the closet and the dressers, so she began unpacking her personal stuff.

The bag was already open from when she took out the picture frame. She looked in it and found the plastic bag with her playbills. Most girls her age put posters or pictures or even artwork on their walls. Elizabeth put playbills. Playbills of all the plays she had been in and seen. She had been collecting them since she joined the theater club. Elizabeth smiled widely grabbing the playbills, a piece of twine, tiny clothing pins she had bought at a craft store, and push pins. Elizabeth jumped on the bed and began to assemble her the second decoration in her room, the picture frame being the first. She pined the twine along the width of her bed and hung the playbills with the clothing pins. Elizabeth stood back wobbling a bit from the springs on the bed and admired her playbills. With a new excitement Elizabeth continued to put stuff up in her room. She hung up red curtains that resembled that of stage curtains, she hung up white Christmas lights in the ceiling and around the edge of her room, and placed her black and white bed sheets with a mustache on them.

When Elizabeth was finally done she reached under the bed and grabbed the manila folder. She looked over her schedule she had already missed her colloquium class, a seminar all first year theater students had to take, and her theater history class. The last class she had today was ethics. Elizabeth then checked the time on her phone. She had about fifteen minutes till her class, so she grabbed the map, her backpack, which had been emptied of all school supplies and now contained a single notebook and a pack of mechanical pencils, and headed out of her dorm towards class.​

 

[goodvibes]

Anastasia rolled her eyes again. She knew how Natalie got when she was nervous and she expected this to take awhile. Patience was a virtue. "Nat, you look hot!" she exclaimed, checking out the purple dress on her. It was her third outfit change and as the saying goes, third times a charm. She sighed, staring at the beautiful girl. She'd almost forgotten how pretty Natalie was. Whenever she was around Natalie, she always felt insecure. Like most girls, Anastasia had never had a good self esteem in the first place, but she had learned how to deal with that long ago.

 

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(( Y'all are really discluding •_• ))

 

[Mendaian]

(( Y'all are really discluding •_• ))

I'm waiting on you

 

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((Oooh I didnt even see you posted, all of your posts are so damn long I think its just all one xD )

 

[travelbypages]

Eventually Blyth stood up, gave Gio a hug and smiled "James and I have to go talk to Chazlee. I'll talk to you later?" She asked, gave him another hug then left with James to start heading toward their old meeting spot. "So uhm... what do you think Chazlee will do..." she asked quietly.


"I don't know, maybe try to make things better? So we're not fighting every minute of the day." James suggested with a shrug.


"But it's his fault he makes me feel like a piece of shit..." Blyth said quietly and looked down.


"Oh hun, he just does that to clarify you're his ex."


"I know but he doesn't have to be so mean about it." Blyth kept her gaze down as they slowly made their way to the old meeting spot. Chazlee wasn't there yet so Blyth sat on the ground while James leaned against a wall, humming the song he was working on for piano.

 

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@Mendaian @QueenCupCake

 

[Mendaian]

After taking a few minutes to allow Blyth and of course Blyth's body guard James to actually show up, Chazlee entered the open backstage storage area, making his way to the back left corner where he and Blyth would always skip class together. They had chosen this exact place, because it was this corner where the theater department placed all the larger props which were not going to see anymore use for quite sometime, almost creating a jungle-gym like area for both he and Blyth to almost explore and be a goggly eyed couple. Climbing over a couple of the larger props to get to the back corner, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He had a lot of good memories back here with Blyth, and many times both he and Blyth would always end their time together with a game of truth or dare. Looking back on it Chazlee couldn't actually remember how that little tradition started between both of them, but it did lead to some interesting nights for the both of them. Taking the longer more discrete route to the back once he reached the back he look around and spotted both Blyth and James. " Hello Blyth, Evening James." Keeping a happy smile as he looked at both of them. " Thank you for coming Blyth, I understand you were upset with my actions this morning?"

 

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Blyth stood when Chazlee arrived and crossed her arms, "no shit Chazlee" she shook her head and looked down, "remember how I told you people in my old school would treat me like garbage because my parents had money? They had a look in their eyes of disgust. You had that look. You know I don't use my parents momey unless I NEED to. You know that." She saw James move a little in the corner amd held her hand up as a sign of stay there. So he leaned back against the wall quietly. "You know I'm not like my parents, Chazlee." She frowned.

 

[goodvibes]

hi guys....