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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 2:25 pm
Paris had come to a stop somewhere off-center of the stage, and held the position until Melinda spoke. From here he adopted a more relaxed pose, and smiled in response to her compliment.
“Thanks,” he said. “But a dancer wouldn’t be half as good without good music.”
He didn’t necessarily believe that, but it seemed appropriate to give a compliment in turn. To he who could only play the guitar passably for a beginner, Melinda had a talent all her own. Following along to a piece that was already well established seemed to him much easier than the process of creating one’s own music. If she could make him feel something through it, if he could dance to it successfully enough to please her, then he figured plenty of credit should be given to her as well, no matter how talented he might be otherwise.
Her questions he was unsure how to answer, and he paused a moment to think it through before he said anything.
“Honestly, it was only difficult for me because it wasn’t familiar. If I heard it more often, I could probably establish a better rhythm,” he said. “I don’t do a lot of modern or interpretive dance. I’m more classically trained, which isn’t to say I can’t adapt, but… classical ballet puts a lot of focus on formal style and precise movement. But I wouldn’t say good dancing lends itself to good music, or that good music lends itself to good dancing. It’s all up to each person’s talent and, honestly, from where I’m standing, I’d say you’re pretty good. If I knew more about making music I’d probably be more helpful in a critique. All I can really do is take music and bring it to life. Express how it makes me feel, I guess. If you saw the feeling you were going for in my dancing, then I’d say you managed to get it across pretty well.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 8:02 am
Melinda was honestly glad she asked Paris to dance fro her. The whole time he was dancing, she saw her music come alive. He seem to pick up on each emotion she wanted to portray at each moment.Looking down, she smiles at his assessment. He did manage to capture what she wanted, and for this, she was eternally grateful. Pushing her brown curls from her face, she carefully sets her flute back in its case before she looks back to Paris.
"Thank you, and I must say, I wish I could dance the way you do. You are amazing, and that is putting it simple terns. The whole time, I was watching my music, and I could see each point where the emotions grew stronger and changed. The passion of lovers torn apart, trying to find another again. On separate sides of a war, and they just couldn't get to one another." she only paused as she looks down at her paper.
"The only problem still, while watching you is the final section. Its not capturing what I want, but maybe its not suppose to? Maybe that is the point, as you don't know what will happen to the lovers?" she chuckles before looking back to Paris "I'll figure out the ending, so don't think for a moment it was you. I just wish I could use you when I have to present this to my professor. Though, sadly its not allowed." standing, she arched her back for a moment before she slips off the stage.
"So you have never honestly thought of dancing modern as well as classical? You should, you have an amazing gift. A gift, that if it doesn't end up in a professional production like Swan Lake or the Nutcracker, I will honestly give up music."
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 10:50 am
Paris at least had the grace to blush at all the praise, though it was very faint and seemed somehow foreign on his face. He wasn’t usually the sort to color over compliments, but when they came so enthusiastically from a stranger he sometimes couldn’t control the effect it had on him.
He ended up feeling very pleased with himself. It boosted his confidence and, yes, perhaps his ego as well, but it was a good feeling—one he wanted to feel much more often than he currently did. It meant he was doing something right.
Her description of the story she was trying to tell had him momentarily faltering, though he did a very good job of disguising any discomfort he might have felt hearing about “lovers” and a “war.” His mind immediately drifted to the war currently being waged in the city, and he thought of his own world, not Earth but a moon circling a larger planet much further away, and the fleeting memories he often had when he was there.
He kept a smile on his face and nodded along, but he found that he was temporarily unable to respond.
“Well, I mean, I’ve studied some other styles of dance,” he said when he was finally able to speak again, focusing on what he thought was the less dangerous topic. “I did a bit of modern when I was little, and I like hip-hop, too, but I sort of phased out of it when I decided I wanted to focus more on ballet. I guess I sort of like how structured and disciplined it is.”
He paused and showed another widening smile. “I was the Sugarplum Fairy in a professional production last year,” he said proudly. “Not for all the performances, but I got to show what I can do, at least. No Swan Lake yet, but I did Giselle and Sleeping Beauty, too. Just not the lead roles. I want Aurora at least once before I can’t dance anymore. Then I’ll know I’ve made an impact.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 12:12 pm
Mel chuckles as she completely understand what Paris is talking about. She herself wants to be able to say she played with a major orchestra before she is unable to anymore. They had that one thing in common, the passion when it came to their art "You sound just like me. I want to make an impact. I want others to feel like my music is just for them. IF I can do that once, even for one person, then I am happy."
"Though I will say one thing, next time your in another production. You will have to tell me, so I can come watch. Cause, your good. No lie. I may even have to bring my cousin Christa along so she can watch. I think she would get a kick out of it. If I can get her out of the house long enough that is." she laughs as she actually thinks about it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 3:02 pm
The name “Christa” immediately brought Kallichore to Paris’s mind. He didn’t know whether or not he should be bothered by the fact that he thought of the war so frequently in conversation with normal, everyday people, particularly since he was trying his hardest to lead a life separate from it when he was posing as a normal civilian, but it seemed to be happening much more frequently these days, probably because it had become such a large part of his life.
It was there all around him whether he wanted it to be or not.
But Christa, he supposed, was a common enough name, and a brief thought for his ally was all he gave it. It was very likely that Mel was talking about someone else entirely.
“Why don’t I give you my number?” he suggested, moving to hop off the stage so he could begin digging through his bag for his phone. “Not just so I can toot my own horn, but if you ever need any help with your music… I mean, obviously there are probably better people than me out there who could get a little more technical about the music on a whole, but we can do this again if you want. I practice a lot even when I don’t have class or rehearsals, so I wouldn’t mind at all!”
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 11:45 pm
Mel's eyes lit up, and before she could stop herself, she actually wraps her arms around Paris to give him a hug "Thank you so much! Seriously, you don't know how awesome that is." pulling back, she smiles before she pulls out her phone. As she unlocks it, there on the phone was an image of herself and Christa.
Holding the phone out to Paris, she smiles "Go ahead and add your number, then I will take a picture of you. Thank you again, and after seeing you dance to my music, I don't think I would pick another person." she was telling the truth, and was very glad she crossed paths with Paris.
To her, he helped her out so much, and right now, she wanted a way to repay him.
"How about I treat you to lunch later this week? I know a really amazing pub not to far away from campus. We can get lunch, and just chat." reaching for her bag, she pulls it over her shoulder before grabbing her flute case.
"Its just my way of saying thank you for the help."
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 7:16 am
Paris tensed just slightly when Mel’s arms went around him, not expecting the sudden hug, but he relaxed quickly and lifted his arms to hug her back. It was a little awkward since he didn’t know her all that well, and he didn’t make a point of hugging people he didn’t know these days, but she was a nice girl and seemed genuinely pleased and grateful. He could appreciate that.
Besides, there wasn’t any problem with making friends.
He took her phone to add his number into the contact list, and though he told himself it was rude to snoop, he noticed the picture on the screen as the phone was passed back and forth between them, and held onto it for a little longer so as to get a better look at the familiar face there.
“Oh, so I wasn’t crazy,” he thought out loud.
His own comment amused him, considering it was being made about Crazy Christa. Creeper Christa. His ally and… he wasn’t too sure if he could call her a friend, but she’d hugged him once, too, and he’d let her see him cry, and they’d fought alongside one another enough times already for him to feel comfortable admitting he didn’t mind her presence in his life as much as he used to make it seem he did.
“She’s your cousin?” he wondered, harking back to one of Mel’s previous comments before finally passing the phone back to her. “Well, I suppose it’s a small world. She and I… well… um… we’ve run into one another from time to time,” he said, but didn’t bother to elaborate on that. “Lunch sounds good, though! I only have one class on Friday morning, so we can shoot for then if that's good for you, too!”
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:18 am
Looking down at her phone, Mel nods as she smiles at the picture "Yea, Christa my cousin, and my rock I guess you can say. She been there for me at my worse for the past couple years after we lost someone very dear to us both. She kind of helped me out of the hole that I was trapped in as it grew bigger." she shakes her head before looking back up at Paris "She also my best friend, even if our lives have taken different paths. We made a promise to one another to always be there and protect one another, no matter what." lifting the phone she snaps a quick picture before she saves everything in her contact list.
Her eyes held shock for a moment before she chuckles "Talk about small world, though I'm not surprised really. As big as Destiny City is, it seems everyone knows everyone." with a small shrug, she chuckles at her own little joke "Though it does make me wonder how many others between the two of us we might have in common as friends." she didn't mention anything more on that subject as she nods "I only have one class that evening so Friday can work for me as well. How about you give me a call, and I can come pick you up?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 9:33 am
Paris was having a hard time imaging Christa as anyone’s best friend, though he supposed she had it in her. It wasn’t that she was a bad person (though he might often question her actions as well as her methods), it was just that… well, he supposed he thought of her more as Kallichore than he did as Christa, and Kallichore had never seemed to him to be the type to be someone’s best friend, or their rock, or as someone who might help them out of gaping, ever-growing holes.
That was an error in thinking on his part, of course. Kallichore—Christa—had all of the ability for kindness, compassion, and love as anyone else did. She may often seem to him to be rather solitary, but she was still human. She was still just a girl with family and friends, just like him.
He supposed it was simply strange to him to think of Mel and Christa actually being related, when as far as he’d been able to tell throughout this brief encounter they were nothing alike at all.
Regardless, he smiled at the thought and made a mental note to tease Christa about her cousin the next time he saw her.
“That sounds good to me,” he said, deciding to ignore all the semi-cryptic ‘small world’ comments for the sake of avoiding any awkward conversations about terrorists and secret identities such things always made him think of.
He’d much rather continue thinking everyone he happened to come across was just a normal person.
“And when you see her, tell Christa I say ‘hi,’” Paris added, his grin steadily broadening as he joked, “I’m sure she misses me.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 9:52 am
Mel chuckles as she looks down at her watch "I will, I'm actually suppose to meet up with her this weekend, so I'll let her know then." she frowns for a moment before she looks up at Paris "I'm really sorry, but I need to go. As it is, I will be late for my music class, and my professor gonna be rather perturbed at me for it." giving Paris another quick hug, she smiles again.
"I'll call you soon, I promise. If I don't, its because I got caught up in this final. And for that, I am truly sorry. Don't be scared to use that number though, so we can hang out. Okay?" she was hoping, with this little brief meeting, they might be able to become friends later on.
"I'll see you around okay?" with a small wave, she quickly runs to the door, only to pause as she smiles back at him. With a nod, she turns and leaves him to do as he wish.Sunshine Alouette Edit: Sorry for the double notice hun. Had to fix something real fast.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 8:56 am
“It’s alright. I’ve got to get ready for work soon, anyway,” Paris said.
He allowed her hug and returned it lightly, still feeling a bit awkward about it but slowly warming up to the idea as well. He smiled when they pulled away from one another and nodded in response to her comment about hanging out. It would do him some good to spend more time with friends, to regain some of his former social butterfly ways. It’d been a while since he flitted about so freely, most of his time now taken up by the Senshi obligations he could never seem to escape from, and the dance obligations he didn’t want to give up on just because the Senshi part of his life existed.
Paris watched as Mel made for the door, standing in the silence of the auditorium once she was gone. He considered her absence for a moment, and smiled to himself as thoughts of her invariably brought up thoughts of his teammate. He shook his head in amusement, chuckling quietly to himself all the while.
Then he returned to the stage; he had half an hour until he had to be at work.
More than enough time for one more dance.Krista_Darkangel_Silme And that's a wrap! Let me know if and when you'd like to RP again when you're available! :3 I think there was talk of having Gany and Serp encounter one another, yes? Otherwise, I love civ RP, too! Just let me know~! <3
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