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Post by nash on Nov 3, 2009 20:19:24 GMT
 So Long Put your Blue Jeans back on girl, Go home Remember Hollywood's not America
Dashal Alexandra Nash sighed as she pulled the acoustic guitar up into her lap, her dark brown eyes shifted out and around the grounds as she strummed a few cords, she was looking for something unique, something nobody had ever done before. With the amount of music being produced these days though it was hard as hell to come up with something new. She blew out a frustrated breath, nothing was new anymore, no matter how much time she spent sitting there with her guitar, or sitting at the piano, or even trying to produce something on her sad little laptop she couldn’t do it. She shook her head letting out a frustrating yell, most knew what Nash was trying to do, but she wasn’t the only one, only the only who was getting so frustrated over it. Nash needed this break through, she hadn’t been able to pull the inspiration out of her butt lately. She hummed softly as she sat there her eyes closed, she could hear something dully in the back of her mind, it just refused to come out on paper.
Nash shook her head as she pulled out a small notebook from the front of her guitar case and wrote down a few lines, it was just luck that the small eighteen year old girl could write the lyrics two or three lines at a time and everything still flow. She could put the modern day music to her stuff, she could play the hick, the pop star, all of it, and none of it seemed to fit. Being from the middle of no where everyone noticed her ‘hickish’ accent, but it only added to the girls charm, being here, she was an adult, of course she had been since she was about sixteen when her mother died. Yes, Nash was a girl of pure drama she hated it. She shook her head as she plucked a few strings on the guitar, so much was played by cords now-a-days, she loved the sound of single strings, and then with the talent the girl had she could play several different ways. She shook her head looking around hoping for some kind of a distraction.
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Post by casey 'marshmello' hance on Nov 7, 2009 19:47:50 GMT
 'cause everybody knowstheres a party at the end of the world !
Casey pulled on her light brown cardigan as she walked out of the school building and headed for the field. She needed a walk, the people in her class were beginning to get on her nerves. She loved acting to pieces but she was starting to have second thoughts about being at this school. The competition was just ridiculous. Who's to say they couldn't all get there in the end. Make it to the big? Apparently the teachers who Casey had already declared were out to get her. Seriously, it was non-stop homework and always being critised. She couldn't remember the last compliment she had gotten from an adult. She had come to the decision that the teachers were just past students who'd failed miserably and were getting their revenge. Seriously if she ended up like that then someone had better shoot her. She'd hate to get that jealous of students. Seriously, it was just stupid. Sure, she wanted this juts as much as everyone else and yeah she would throw a fit if she didn't get anywhere but she wouldn't give up. She would keep fighting, no matter how long it took her.
As she walked through the field, going through the lines she had to learn in her head she saw a girl sitting down by herself. The girl had a guitar and a notebook. Without hesitation Casey changed route and headed for the girl. Sure, she had no idea whether the girl would want company, especially Casey's company but ah well. She wanted to talk to someone, anyone, that wasn't an actor or actress and this girl looked like her best bet. She could only assume that this girl was a musician due to the guitar although she may also be a singer. Or casey could be wrong all together and this girl could be an actress or dancer. This was just a risk Casey was all too willing to take at the moment.
"Hey." She said with a smile as she stood in front of the girl for a moment. She then decidedly sat down, not liking the way she towered over the girl. Yes, she loved the sense of power but she didn't know the girl and didn't want to intimidate her. Not only could that worsen her already crumbling reputation but it could make her yet another enemy. Something she didn't need or want. "I'm Casey Hance. Hopefull Actress." She said smiling again as she held out her hand to the girl, hoping that she would reply and not just walk away.
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