Band Practice. [open]

[Bastille Amtrum]

Taking over the music room had been easy. IT WAS ALWAYS EMPTY. Teachers where shocked to see a person even ask to use it. But Bastille decided that she was going to try sword moves again and the music room was a great place for privacy. She knew she would be happy in there. She set up the cd player and put in the cd she had burned. A whole new list of classical songs…and one different. She pushed play on number 3. The different track.

Bastille had to admit she liked glee, it was an outlet to normal life. The series also had good music mixes. Things she could dance too. The song started and she began working. It was more like watching interpretive dance then sword play, there just happened to be a blade involved. Back bends, flips, twists, turns, the whole shebang. She even let her foot out as she turned, stiffening the leg into the rigid ballet form. Smirking she continued through the beat of the song enjoying the medley. Ending she did the splits her blade pointed forward as her head was pointed down.

[Trizen Takano]

Going up the stairs and having a good smile on his face, Trizen Takano was excited to know he aced his music test.

As much as he knew he would, the boy was usually very cool with the fact that it was still an accomplishment. Nobody likes it when they have that ONE small mistake that chirps them from getting a well-deserved score, and in every sense of honesty, the boy had done that many a time. It was almost too common.

((I had written way more... but the internet ate it -_- ))

Now the boy heard something coming towards the room. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was ... different. Something about a boyband that he couldn't quite remember. Ah yes, now he knew. It was from that show. Glee. Terrible show. Though he did enjoy that version of Poison they did. He liked that song very much.

Slowly opening the door, he poked his head in and he saw a young woman dancing with his blade. She was actually quite good. His eyes opened wide and kept himself from dropping his jaw. He knew swordplay and she was using a different style than he was used to. Chinese monks was much different from... well, whatever monks she trained with. Maybe this was European? He didn't know. But, he knew he was going to watch.

He slipped in quietly, as trained, as stayed over by the piano as she continued her dance. Though it looked like he came closer to the end as she ended with the splits and such.

"Wow..." escaped his mouth, "That was really amazing..."

Now, he recognized her. She's the one that spoke with David back at 42. Name? He didn't know, but he knew who she was. Vaguely.

[Drea]

Drea had been heading to one of the music rooms to practice her singing. Since the rooms were soundproofed, it kept her from embarrassing herself as she learned new songs and scales, and it also kept others from harassing her... In a word, it was a safe place to practice.

As it was, she hadn't been expecting to see a male simply standing in the hall, staring inside of a room in awe. Of course, she expected to see a woman practicing her sword-fighting skills even less. That... was definitely not something she'd been expecting. At all.

Who did that in a music room anyways? She frowned. Then, glancing at the girl's face, she realized it was the girl from the sleepover. Her name was... Bastille, was it not?

Admittedly, despite the fact that the girl was swinging around a sword in a music room, the movements themselves flowed together beautifully - rhythmically.

And all of a sudden, it ended.

"Wow... That was really amazing..." the boy beside her said. Drea started - she hadn't realized that she'd stopped to stare.

Abashed, she nodded, concurring with the boy's statement. "That... was very pretty." she said in a quiet voice. She wasn't sure how the girl would feel about them walking in on her while practicing - Drea knew that she disliked it when others ran in on her practicing, though that had more to do with the fact that she wanted her own voice to be kept secret for a time.

It didn't help that the item Bastille was holding happened to be sharp and pointy and was typically used to make mincemeat out of people.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille opened her eyes and saw two people there. She had known they where there, but still seeing them made it a bit shocking to her system. She stood quickly and looked at both.

"ah-thanks" she said a little embaressed. Not because she had kind of been showing off, but because of the simply fact she was still wearing nothing but a leotard. She quickly found her jacket and thrust it around her shoulders smirking at the others.

"sorry, if i took up the room...did you guys need it?" she said and as soon as the words escaped her lips it was odd how foreign those words sounded in the same sentence. It was a normal, casual sentence and not a snide remark or an insult. She would have to pride herself on this later. She turned to smile at the girl at the door then back to the boy.

"Im Bastille, by the way" she said softly. "you two are?"

[Trizen Takano]

"Ah-thanks..."

Trizen felt a little odd watching someone dance around in a leotard, but at the same time it was only because she was so close. His mother used to take him to see all kinds of shows when they were on the road. A lot of them he fell asleep in, but the experience was enough for him to understand a bit about the dance culture.

"Sorry, if I took up the room... did you guys need it?"

"UH! N-no! Not at all! Well, kinda but not for her! Not to say that you're ugly! You're not! You're actually kinda cute! But I don't like you! Not to say I don't like you---" The boy rambled on for a while, digging a bigger, deeper hole for himself than he had before he even opened his mouth to answer the question. He knew he'd regret it eventually.

'I totally regret what I just said...'

"My name is Trizen Takano. Sophomore. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Bastille." Trizen knew he had met her before, though decided not to say anything. If she was asking, he would give her the benefit of the doubt. It had been a while afterall. He nodded and smile to the two young women and hoped the other would respond.

[Drea]

Drea looked on shyly as the girl embarrassedly introduced herself, quickly followed by the boy. He seemed to be the type that acted the fool. His actions didn't necessarily match his previously awed silence.

"I'm Drea," she said quietly. "Please, call me Rea. And... I'm a senior."

After all, as Emily's twin sister, she also had a magnificent set of brains. Briefly, she wondered if they knew her sister. Bastille, she knew, did. After all, they'd been at that sleepover together, right? Trizen, though, she was unsure of.

"Er... My sister is Emily. You might know her...?" she trailed off, unsure of what to say. Her eyes reflected her concern.

"And no, I don't need the room." As with Trizen, she, too, denied that she needed the music room. She supposed she could practice elsewhere.