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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 17, 2010 14:27:27 GMT 10
After spending what felt like a lifetime in last period on a Friday afternoon, Eliza was glad to be out of the classrooms and free for the weekend. She had planned all day to go to the pool after class and spend a while floating around in the water, it just seemed like the day had gone slower than usual. First period was maths, which always went for what felt like forever. She then had a double period of music, first theory then practical and last period was English, which wasn't too bad, but the clocked was moving so slowly. The moment the bell went, Eliza was up and out of her seat, her towel already in her bag and swimming costume on under her clothes. She darted down the stairs, through the cafeteria and out the back door, making her way towards the swimming pool which was situated next to the gym. Upon arrival a few student came out of the glass double doors, hair wet and towels around their necks. They were laughing and chatting together, excited to have finished the week of school. Eliza felt slightly saddened as she watched them, wishing to make some friends while she was staying here.
Brushing off the feeling of loneliness, Eliza made her way into the building, ignoring the few people who were getting out of the pool and those who were sitting around it on benches. Eliza didn't bother to go into the change room, instead she pulled her shirt and skirt off, stuffing them into her bag and quickly pulling out her board shorts, pulling on them on swiftly. Her swim suit was a one piece which was black with white trimming and her board shorts were black with a silver stripe down each side and sat in the middle of her thigh.
As she pulled her messy hair up into a loose bun, Eliza made her way to the end of the pool where she stared at the water's surface for a moment before diving in. The water was cool and refreshing against her skin, instantly waking her up. Eliza did a few laps to warm herself before she stopped about halfway down the lane and began to float on her back, her arms stretching out at her sides. She stared at the ceiling, making pictures out of the strange patterns on it, feeling incredibly relaxed.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Oct 19, 2010 15:09:34 GMT 10
Adelaide Peyroux burst through the doors in the direction of the pool and ran by a sunchair, dropping her bag and flicking off her shoes as she went. The girl picked up her run as she got closer and finally jumped, tucking herself into a little ball and bombing into the pool, sending water flying up in all directions. The redhead hadn't even stopped to take off the clothes that she wore over her swimsuit all day.
Adelaide surfaced and shook her head, sending more water around, and looked down to find her white t-shirt stuck to her chest rather crudely, so she pulled it off and dropped it in a wet pile on the ground next to the pool. She struggled to take off her skirt underwater, but finally managed that too, putting it on top of the shirt.
The girl was now in her lime green bikini, feeling amazing. The weekend was something to be treasured, of that she was certain.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 19, 2010 22:12:57 GMT 10
Becoming lost in the pictures she was making on the ceiling above her, Eliza began to hum quietly to herself, but due to her submerged ears, the tune sounded significantly louder to her than what it actually was. The ceiling she was starring at reminded her of her own ceiling in her room; although the materials they were made of were different, every time you looked at it a new picture could be found. Eliza found many different farm animals, an occasional human face and even a seahorse or fish from time to time. However, the moment she blinked they were gone, never to be seen again. It acted almost as a kind of therapy for Eliza, the tune and exercise of finding things amongst a strange woven ceiling therapeutic.
Just as she spotted what looked like a cluster of flowers, Eliza was splashed in the face with a generous helping of water, the chlorinated liquid travelling down her nose and through the gaps in her lips as she breathed, straight down her throat and into her eyes. She suddenly sat up and splattered slightly, trying to regain her breathing pattern. As she began to take deeper, steadier breaths, Eliza looked around to see what had caused the commotion. I fiery red head was pulling off her clothes to reveal a green bikini, threading water and taking no notice to the fact that she had bothered someone two lanes over. Eliza glared at the back of the girl's head for a moment, frustrated that a rude and obnoxious person, who didn’t look like they’d be apologising any time soon, had disturbed her tranquil environment. Eliza let out a short scoff as she leant back against the water, attempting to regain her serenity and relaxation.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Oct 22, 2010 4:11:14 GMT 10
As soon as Adelaide heard someone make a noise, she hung her head. She was still hanging on to the side of the pool, but turned to see another girl, floating on her back, looking rather annoyed. At this point, the redhead felt pretty terrible. She hadn't even noticed the other girl in the pool, and was too busy with the happiness she felt of the weekend. Luckily, Adelaide wasn't the type to let someone be mad at her. The girl looked nice enough, well, maybe nice when she hadn't just been splashed with water.
Adelaide pondered going over to apologize as she tied up her hair into a pony tail with a band that hung around her wrist. Finally deciding to make a friend out of a bad situation, Adelaide swam over to the girl, swimming gently as she got closer so as not to splash more water on the poor girl.
Even though the girl's ears were under the water, Adelaide spoke anyway. "Hey, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't even see you there. I've been thinking about the pool all day. You know what it's like, right? When all you wanna do is take a swim?" Adelaide tread water for a while, waiting for the girl to reply. She didn't know if she should poke her to get her attention or something, but maybe it would have been a better idea not to have swam over at all.
Sticking to her guns, Adelaide tread water and waited for the pretty brunette to answer... if she ever did.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 23, 2010 21:40:07 GMT 10
Getting back into her good mood was a lot easier than Eliza had initially thought, believing it to be due to the fact that she was half submerged and floating on top of the pleasant water. She simply lay back and stared at the ceiling once again, her body floating over the water calmly, pictures popping out at her as her eyes wandered over the strange patterns. She became transfixed by the small pictures her brain created, and was back in a comfortable state in no time.
This, however, didn't last as she heard a small murmur as she floated, not quite making out the words that were apparently being spoken to her, her ears still under water. Eliza lifted her head above the water and looked in the direction of the sound, the red headed girl looking at her in a friendly manner as if waiting for a reply or answer to what seemed to have been a question. Eliza was not in any mood to talk, especially if this girl was going to bother her and not take any notice of her rude actions.
"Um, sorry, what?" Eliza asked, a puzzled look crossing her face as she looked at the girl, unsure as to what she was being asked. She was attempting to be as polite as possible, which was always a difficult task for Eliza, considering she had been splashed and disturbed, but that was hard for Eliza anyway, whether she had had water thrown down her throat or not.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Oct 25, 2010 19:02:15 GMT 10
The brunette girl lifted up her head and looked confused. She obviously hadn't heard what Adelaide had said, but now the redhead had the opportunity of making a new friend, which seemed like a challenge, seeing as the girl looked mildy disgruntled at the fact she had been disturbed. Adelaide didn't blame her for that, though. She would have been pissed as well, but was thankful that she was getting the chance to make amends.
"I just said sorry for splashing you. I was looking forward to getting in the pool so much I didn't even see you." Adelaide tread water a little more, offering the girl a friendly grin. "Seems like you were looking forward to it too, huh?"
Hoping that she hadn't disturbed the girl any more, the redhead made up her mind to swim in another part of the pool. Maybe the other girl just needed some space for a nice soak, but before she swam away, she gave it one last shot.
"I'm Adelaide, by the way. Adelaide Peyroux, Harpist Extraordinaire. Give me a shout if you ever want to hang out. I'm up on the CAPA floor, but I'm almost always in the library, perving on the Librarian." Finally, Adelaide began to swim away, slowly, hoping that the girl would call her back, thought not counting on it.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 25, 2010 22:04:27 GMT 10
A small shiver ran up Eliza's spine as the girl spoke, her sweet and overly accented voice filling her ears and the space around her, echoing throughout the almost empty room. Eliza was a sucker for accents that were unlike her own, but the girl's overly welcoming and happy tone made Eliza feel sick as she was unsure as to how someone could be so upbeat after annoying someone who was clearly the wrong person to cross.
As the girl introduced herself, Eliza held back the urge to roll her eyes, knowing she would cave and do the same. Although Eliza wasn't one to be polite or conventionally friendly for that matter, she knew she'd feel awkward if she didn't introduce herself, knowing a tension would be created, and that was really the last thing Eliza needed. Plus, she liked the idea of putting her last name out in the air, just to see yet another person's reaction.
"I'm Eliza, Eliza Desrosiers," Eliza muttered, lying back on the water's surface once again, keeping her ears above the water, not doubting the fact the girl was bound to reply. "And I'm on the CAPA floor too, so I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty of each other."
Eliza put an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the word 'plenty', making it out to sound as thought seeing each other may not be the most pleasurable experience for her. It was probably a slightly rude thing for Eliza to say, but she allowed the girl to interpret it the way she wished.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Oct 26, 2010 14:41:22 GMT 10
Adelaide smiled a little, but only while her back was turned, because Eliza had introduced herself, and even though she had been obviously rude to her, the redhead didn't care. There was no reason to. Unless Eliza threw a punch, which Adelaide wouldn't expect of her, there would be no problem between them in her eyes.
Adelaide turned back, her smile considerably lessened so as not to creep out the other girl. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be Jem's sister, would you? He said his sister was coming." She nodded, treading water. "He said you had nice eyes when I asked what you looked like, but he didn't say how pretty they were."
Adelaide had met Jeremy Desrosiers on one of her many midnight jaunts around the school grounds, and had come across him in a deep hole. They talked for a bit and came to the conclusion that they could jam together for a bit, but she hadn't seen him since that one meeting. The redhead thought of going to find him and telling him about meeting his sister. She wondered how he'd react.
Adelaide started to swim away again. Eliza obviously didn't want to talk to her, so she gave her a bit of space before saying, "And I actually do hope we see each other. You'll get to see me when I'm not wreaking havoc in the pool."
The redhead finally ducked down into the water, swimming to the other side of the pool before surfacing and taking a breath. She hoped that eventually she could get Eliza to warm up to her, though she wasn't expecting it to be easy. She seemed like an alright girl, and Adelaide was curious to find out what she did in the way of Creative Arts.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 26, 2010 18:39:39 GMT 10
The moment Adelaide mentioned Jeremy, Eliza's ears pricked up and she sat up again, looking over at her. Jeremy was Eliza's favourite person in the world, and she still hadn't seen him in so long. Every time she called him he was off the school grounds or in class and she hadn't been able to catch up with him. The sudden realisation that she hadn't seen her twin in such a long time hit her hard in the chest and she felt as though she was trying to swallow a rock.
"Yeah, Jeremy's my--" Eliza began, but the redhead shot under water and began to swim in the opposite direction before eliza could finish her sentence. Why does she keep acting so rude? Eliza thought to herself as she watched the girl pop up from the water at the other end of the pool. While she did take the girl's compliment into consideration, Adelaide appeared to be either incredibly socially rude or enjoyed annoying Eliza. Why on Earth would someone ask a question only to swim away before receiving an answer?
"He's my twin, and I haven't seen him in months," Eliza called out across the pool, trying not too sound too annoyed as she turned her head slightly to face the wall perpendicular to the one Adelaide was at. "Have you seen him lately?" The last time Eliza had seen her brother was for their birthday in March which was too long ago and she was incredibly excited to see him again.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Oct 29, 2010 14:44:46 GMT 10
When Adelaide surfaced she heard Eliza call out to her and immediately felt like an idiot. She was trying to be nice, but when she thought that the other girl wanted for her to leave her alone, she was called back in an annoyed tone. The redhead swam back over to Eliza, careful not to splash her and bobbed in the water.
"I only met him a few days ago. He was in a hole, covered in dirt." Adelaide smiled at the thought. "He told me about you a little bit. Said he missed you. We talked for a bit after that."
The girl tread water about a metre away from Eliza, waiting for an answer this time. It seemed that when she made assumptions, she came off looking very rude, but it also seemed like Eliza was a little rude herself. Adelaide remembered that Jeremy had said something about Eliza not wanting to come to the school, and maybe that was the reason she seemed so uptight.
"He said he was excited to see you again." The redhead thought a little more. "He never told me what you did. You're a CAPA, right?"
Adelaide pronounced C.A.P.A. like "capper", as if she had created her own subculture out of the creative students. It was a habit she had got herself into after spending much too long in her dorm room with the other girls.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Nov 1, 2010 23:02:21 GMT 10
As the girl swam towards her again, Eliza watched her carefully, her red hair shining through the water, incredibly hypnotic and engaging. As her head popped up above surface, Eliza listened to her carefully, wanting to hear everything and anything she had to say about Jeremy, very much missing him.
"Typical Jem," Eliza chuckled softly, finding the thought of Jeremy in a hole rather normal and regular, yet she was glad he was still digging and obviously doing so on school grounds. As she continued to talk, Eliza hoped it would be more about Jeremy, but the conversation turned to herself, somehow, however, that didn't bother Eliza too much.
"I sing, primarily," Eliza answered as she thread water, moving to the lane rope which divided them and leant on it lightly. "I also play a little piano, but singing is my forte. So you're a harpist, right? A girl back at home used to play harp but gave up after a few years, complaining it was too difficult."
Although she barely knew this girl, Adelaide did refer to herself as a 'Harpist Extraordinaire' which seemed to intrigue Eliza. She liked the idea of having another confident musician around, who clearly isn't afraid of showing people what she's got. That's all Eliza needed: competition.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Nov 8, 2010 15:01:21 GMT 10
As Eliza gave a small laugh at the thought of her brother, Adelaide smiled a little. She really didn’t expect the seemingly uptight girl to be so close to her twin brother who was so laid-back and happy. Even after their first meeting, Jeremy had gone so far as to hug Adelaide, which she found cute, if not a little too familiar for her taste.
When Eliza told the redhead her specialties, Adelaide nodded.
“I’ve played piano before. It never really engaged me, but then again, I’m more into string instruments anyway. I can pretty much rock anything with strings.” She tread water over to the lane divider where Eliza was and put her hand on it, lightly. “Harp is not too bad, in my opinion, but that’s probably because I’ve mastered all of the easier instruments. Well, by easier, I mean more popular. Guitar and violin have more music books than harp does, making it easier to learn the techniques of.”
“I’d like to hear you play piano sometime.” She continued, thoughtfully. “I’ve heard a lot of people sing, good and bad, but piano always seems a bit more impressive, you know?”
Adelaide nodded to herself and looked at Eliza.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Nov 8, 2010 21:10:52 GMT 10
Hearing about Adelaide's capabilities made Eliza raise her eyebrows lightly, wondering just how truthful she was being. This suddenly reminded Eliza that she was in a school for gifted and talented teenagers, so the red head was probably telling the truth about her musical talents. This, again, made Eliza even more interested, simply because she liked the idea of competition, and when the conversation topic moved back to Eliza, her reluctance to answer the girl anymore completely disappeared.
"Piano is a difficult instrument for some, but my mother always told me that I was made for music, so I picked up on it quite quickly," Eliza replied, glad she'd finally forced herself to learn piano only a few years prior. "Plus I've been singing since I could talk, so my ear was already rather trained, even as a child."
Eliza repositioned herself on the lane rope, trying to get comfortable as she continued to thread water. "So what year are you in?" Eliza was only asking so she knew if they would be in any classes together, and if she would need to prepare herself.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Nov 14, 2010 18:49:50 GMT 10
Adelaide nodded, though she didn't really relate. All instruments came naturally for her, but if she didn't find a connection, she didn't see the point. Stringed instruments were all she really had the drive to master, where as with others she could get to a fair stage, but would get bored with them.
"Yeah, but I suppose the amount of time it takes for you to learn an instrument is based on how you learn. I learned guitar from listening to Buddy Holly records, which is why it took a little longer for me to learn than it took for me to learn violin. I learned violin completely through music books, so it didn’t take as long.” Adelaide shrugged. “As for singing, I’ve never cared that much. Everyone is born with the foundations of singing, but what really sells it is confidence. That’s why I’ve never really given it much credit. Any confident person can sing and make it look and sound good. But then again, it’s all just smoke and mirrors. If someone can confidently sing in front of an audience, I have to give them at least a little credit. It’s so much more personal than it is to pick up an instrument.”
The redheaded girl shrugged again, like she hadn’t given it much thought. The funny thing was: it was the truth. Adelaide honestly believed that it was more rewarding to learn an instrument, and she wanted to hear Eliza play the piano more than she wanted to hear her voice.
“I’m in the tenth grade.” Adelaide replied, and scratched the back of her neck with a wet hand, absent-mindedly.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Nov 16, 2010 7:32:51 GMT 10
As the girl spoke, a frown began to cross over Eliza's face. She understood the challenge it was to learn an instrument, but to make one's voice perfect in pitch was much harder than placing your fingers in a particular order on an instrument. That is why she completely disagreed with what Adelaide was saying.
"Having both learnt to sing and learned an instrument I think it's much harder to learn to sing," Eliza retorted, hardly having listened to the girl's reply to her question, more interested in having her see that she was being narrow minded. "With singing it isn't a matter of putting your fingers on the right strings or wholes on an instrument, it's about training your ear to be able to sing along with music or in silence. It's much more difficult because playing an instrument can become muscle memory within minutes, singing takes a lot longer time for it to become that way. As for confidence, you could have a very confident person who can't sing a note in tune and if they get up on stage at a talent contest and sing their heart out there isn't going to be any chance they will win. But someone with a beautiful voice and little confidence could very well win. I do agree that confidence is a factor, but it isn't what makes a good singer."
Eliza was speaking from past experiences, having met a girl who was bright, outgoing and incredibly confident, but she didn't have a musical bone in her body. She practically ruined Somewhere Over The Rainbow for Eliza as she sang about three notes in key throughout the entire song when she performed it at a school talent show. It's safe to say she didn't win, but Eliza, who was never a shy person but was hardly as confident as her opponent, did win based upon pure talent and skill. Eliza didn't like that Adelaide was trying to tell her that the only reason she could sing was because of confidence and not the fact that she practiced for a hours and hours and spent hundreds of dollars on singing teachers who only improved her talent.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Nov 17, 2010 17:05:24 GMT 10
Adelaide smiled as Eliza basically told her that her opinion was wrong. She wasn't surprised.
"I didn't say it was harder to learn an instrument, and I didn't say confidence makes a good singer."
She tilted her head a little to the side and straightened up again. It was going to be hard to get Eliza to stop being so defensive and see that Adelaide was a nice person. She was going to be very very lonely at this school if she kept acting the way she was acting now.
"What I said was that I'd rather listen to someone play an instrument than to hear them sing. I'm sorry if I offended you. I really didn't mean to."
Adelaide was telling the truth. She didn't mean to offend Eliza, but she honestly didn't expect her to be offended. Eliza hadn't listened to what Adelaide was saying, that was obvious, but it was a perfect example of confidence in action.
Eliza didn't listen to Adelaide, but she still managed to confidently retort with her own self-righteous view point of a completely different idea and make it sound like she had been insulted.
If anyone else was listening to their conversation, it would probably appear that Adelaide had insulted Eliza, and she was right to reply the way she did. Luckily, they were alone and hopefully Eliza wasn't as stubborn as she appeared and would listen to what Adelaide had to say instead of pushing forward her half-formed ideas and preaching them as gospel.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Nov 18, 2010 6:14:39 GMT 10
Eliza looked at Adelaide for a moment, a slight frown forming on her face. This was due to the fact that she had become slightly confused, yet frustrated.
"You did say that someone with confidence can make singing look and sound good, which I simply don't agree with," Eliza pointed out, her face softening slightly. " But I wasn't offended, I just suppose I get rather passionate about music, in particular singing, when it comes to someone having real talent and well.. 'appearance' talent."
While Eliza won that talent show two years prior, a girl with very little talent, and very little clothing, had beat her the year earlier. She had wooed the judges with her good looks, charm, charisma and long legs in high heels. She played the piano and also sung, granted she did do both at the same time, it was a simple song which didn't include much differentiation in her vocal techniques, so Eliza thought it wasn't worthy of winning. Every since that day Eliza couldn't stand people who used their appearance and charm to win a music contest. The fact that she was now so passionately arguing her opinion was almost humorous, simply because she didn't think she'd be disagreed with, however she must have heard Adelaide wrong, or perhaps Adelaide was taking Eliza's words in the wrong fashion.
Eliza very much doubted that she actually did hear Adelaide incorrectly, but she was sick of being told she was wrong. She knew Adelaide said she didn't give singing much credit and that confident people could make singing sound good, which were both points that didn't sit well with Eliza. This was probably due to the fact that she knew the hard work and difficulty behind training to become a good singer. Eliza had obviously crossed paths with someone just as strong minded as herself.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Nov 20, 2010 20:59:44 GMT 10
Adelaide nodded after Eliza said that she didn't agree with her point of view.
"See, that's one of the great things about a school like this. Most people aren't just gonna roll over and agree with everything you say." She smiled slightly. "I've got some strong view points, just like it seems you do, so don't expect me to give up easily."
The redhead nodded to herself and continued. "I suppose I'm fairly biased on my low opinion of singing as a talent. All of the singing I've really listened to that wasn't part of a band are at talent shows that I used to see when I was a kid. I liked to practice my instruments in front of an audience, and the only way I could do that was at talent shows." Adelaide moved her free hand around in the water, causing it to swirl around. "The people who sang usually sang crowd pleasers, classic rock and the like. And most crowd pleasers are sold with stage presence and sparkly outfits. I guess after watching so many over-the-top performances of Don’t Stop Believing, I just got fed up with singing as a solo act.”
The redhead shrugged before she continued. “I don’t doubt your ability as a singer. I’m just telling you that I don’t really care much for singing on its own, but my point was that I’d love to hear you play the piano. I never really excelled, so I’d be interested in hearing you show me how to do it. We could exchange performances?”
Adelaide hoped that the competitive side of Eliza would kick in and she’d agree to perform for her. She honestly wanted to hear Eliza play, not just because she wanted to hear what she had to compete with, but because she wanted to get the girl into her comfort zone. Maybe if she was playing a piano, she’d be more inclined to open up to Adelaide.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Nov 22, 2010 9:44:55 GMT 10
Eliza held back the urge to frown and argue with the girl again as she gave her view on singing. She didn't like how the girl spoke about singing, it was as if she didn't even regard it as a talent, which really boiled Eliza's blood. There was more to singing than just hitting the right notes, you have to learn techniques, just like with any instrument, but you can't hide behind an object, it's just you up there, raw talent. As Adelaide kept talking, Eliza took in a deep breath and kept her face flat and emotionless. When she offered to exchange performances, Eliza relaxed slightly, mildly excited for a challenge, but still her mind was on the girl's frustrating argument.
"Sure, why not?" Eliza shrugged lightly, still treading water, her hand resting lightly on the lane rope. Eliza very much liked the idea of showing the girl how she played piano, but even more so she wanted her to hear her sing. While Eliza wasn't all that egotistic or boastful, she was aware that she had an amazing voice and one, as some had mentioned before, of an angel. She hoped she'd be able to change Adelaide's view of singing when she realised how much hard work went into singing.
"When shall we hold this exchanged of talent?" Eliza asked, putting a slight emphasis on the word 'talent', fully intending on giving it all she's got so that she could hopefully prove Adelaide wrong about singing.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 1, 2010 23:23:14 GMT 10
As soon as Adelaide put forward the idea of a performance for each other, she could see Eliza relax slightly. She was obviously the competitive type, but the redhead didn’t mind. She was just glad that the other girl finally saw Adelaide as something other than a nuisance, or at least she hoped.
Eliza shrugged and agreed to her proposal, which made the redhead give a small grin. It was happening. It was all in motion. Eliza would most likely be fair competition, but then again, she was the headmaster’s daughter. Adelaide pondered the likeliness of Eliza having gotten into the school as the headmaster’s daughter and that alone, but she shook it off. The girl seemed too proud to be bad at piano, and it was unlikely for her to have managed to have been lied to her whole life. Adelaide finally decided to keep her ideas of Eliza as a person on hold until she managed to hear her play. That would be the decider.
After Eliza asked when their talent exchange would be held, with extra emphasis on the word “talent”, the redhead paused for a minute.
“How about Friday afternoon? The second music classroom is free for last period, and my harp is in there.” Adelaide paused again, this time with a challenging smile. “That is, if you’re okay with skipping class?”
It was a friendly invitation, with the added danger of getting caught skipping, and Adelaide hoped Eliza would be up for the challenge, though if they did get caught, she’d probably get off, being the headmaster’s daughter. The only thing Adelaide could hope for if she accepted was that if they did get caught, that Eliza would get them both out of trouble.
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