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Post by Gwethalyn Story on Feb 12, 2009 19:26:23 GMT -5
Gwethalyn breathed in the scent of the performance studio. She wasn't sure what it was, but this room, like all other theatres she'd been in, had a distinctive smell. She couldn't place it with accuracy, but if she tried, she would say that it was the smell of work and of victory. It was one of the most wonderful smells in the world. Somehow it was stronger here than in any other place that Gweth had ever been. Did that mean that people worked harder to win here than they did back home? Gweth found that hard to believe. She had literally given sweat, blood, and tears to her shows with the Players. What made this place different, she wondered?
At this particular moment, this thought was merely trivial. She didn't really think too hard about how this place got here or why it was here; all that currently concerned her was how she got here. It seemed to have been a stroke of luck. She'd been working long, hard summers at the Lake to raise up money when suddenly she'd received that scholarship. She'd been working with the Players since she was around eleven, but she'd never really seen herself getting that Performing Arts Scholarship. She'd applied for it, but she'd convinced herself that there were people in the group far more deserving than her. Clearly they'd thought otherwise, and for that Gwethalyn was so grateful!
Now she was getting this experience. It was still surreal, though Gweth wished she would get over it. There was danger in over-hyping something. She didn't want to get too disappointed because she'd put unrealistic expectations on the place. Still, right now it was living up to everything she'd hoped. She'd ended up with very nice cabin mates. The weather was beautiful. Summer was Gweth's favorite season by far. The first gathering had been so amazing! Pretty much everyone was unanimous in their love for the arts, and so Gweth immediately felt at home. True, she was a bit intimidated by some of the veteran students who happened to have amazing family connections. But she wasn't about to go hiding the fact that she had no such thing and that she was a small town girl. That had no effect on her talent at all.
Gweth had woken up a bit earlier than she would have normally because of the one hour difference, but she took advantage of that time. She'd grabbed some things (taking time to get nicely dressed and everything) and headed up to the Performance Studio to check it out. That was where all the magic happened, anyway. She'd immediately been greeted by that unmistakable smell, and she loved it. She'd been happy to find a grand piano in the room. No one was around. She didn't think anyone would mind if she played a bit. The Performance Studio was pretty set apart from the cabins, anyway.
In hopes of there being a piano, she'd brought along her Best Broadway Songs Ever: 4th Edition along with her. It was well used, but not neglected. She hesitated once before taking a seat at the piano. She opened the book to the song "One," from A Chorus Line. Once running her fingers across the amazingly smooth, white keys of the piano, she positioned her fingers and played the first chord. The sound filled the room so beautifully Gwethalyn almost gasped. She just started to play and then began to sing in her soprano voice, falling flat on only one note as she sung. She winced but didn't stop playing. She was in heaven. [/blockquote] |
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Post by {|.Isabella-Elizabeth.|} on Feb 13, 2009 7:24:42 GMT -5
.|}Just being me~~[/center] Isabella was wondering the camp again. She was still looking at the layout and such, but she mainly wanted to find a place to dance. Hence her outfit. On her feet were a pair of indoor/outdoor jazz shoes. Over a plain black leotard, she wore a pair of black shorts with 'dance' in silver over the butt and a black hoodie zipped up halfway.(click above) In the pocket of her hoodie was an IPod. She was hoping to find a sterio wherever she ended up.
She heard someone playing the piano and singing somewhere close by and decided to go take a look. Entering the place that she assumed was the performance studio but wasn't sure, she saw that it was a blond that she had seen once or twice. This was most definatly a pretty small camp. She stood in the entrance for a few measure, just listening.
After getting a feel of the music, she decided that she had found the place to practice. That is, if the girl didn't mind. She unzipped her hoodie and folded it, placing it beside the wall close to her. Straightening, she held a brief starting position before. At the beginning of the next bar, she started a jazz composition that she was making up off the top of her head. She had never heard the song before, and once she danced a few steps that didn't go with the music, but all in all she thought she had done pretty good. She really hoped that the girl didn't mind, but she soon forgot about her.
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Post by Gwethalyn Story on Feb 13, 2009 18:37:46 GMT -5
"One: singular sensation, every little step she takes. One: thrilling combination, every move that she makes. One smile and suddenly nobody else will do. You know you'll never be lonely with you...know...who." Gwethalyn crooned out the number, loving the reverberation of the sounds off the walls. Her fingers knew this song so well, she closed her eyes while she played, smiling as she sung the words. It was a song that could only be described one way...hot. It was slow but sultry. "A Chorus Line" was not Gweth's favorite musical - it had a lot of innuendo - but she loved this song. It had a wonderful dance number. Too bad Gweth couldn't dance.
She opened her eyes as she reached the middle of the song. "Ooh! Sigh! give her your attention..." She probably put more into the song than she would have if she'd been in her own home. It was a small house, and so to keep from disrupting her family she had to keep it down, even when playing her piano. She'd long gotten used to it, but still, she couldn't resist the opportunity to let it out a little. Her eyes trailed to the floor for some reason. It was mark-free, unlike the rehearsal studio at the CC back home. It positively shone. She could see a reflection of the grand piano in it. What a sight!
It was then that she saw another reflection in the floor. She kept from gasping, instead continuing to sing as she looked up in surprise. Had she really been that distracted? There was a girl there, obviously a dancer both by the way she was dressed and the way she was...well, dancing. She was good. Better, anyway, than Gweth was. The jazz number she was performing did the song justice. It kind of made Gwethalyn feel perky that someone had found her playing good enough to dance too.
"Do I really have to mention She's the One?" Gweth hit the end note, a top E flat, and held it easily for four measures. After that note ended there was a finale of eight measures that faded to a close. She removed her fingers from the piano, and the silence in the studio was suddenly deafening. The girl stopped dancing too, but it seemed as if she was less aware of Gweth at this point than Gweth was of her. "That was pretty good," Gweth said, smiling. "It totally matched the song. Kudos." The girl looked about her age, though Gwethalyn couldn't tell for sure. She hoped she wouldn't startle the girl or anything. [/blockquote] |
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Post by {|.Isabella-Elizabeth.|} on Feb 13, 2009 20:02:43 GMT -5
.|}Just being me~~[/center] The song came to an end and for the last high E, Isabella continued fouettés-a series of continuing turns- for the whole 4 measures. She danced the last 8 measures slowly and came to an end in second position facing a window and turned slightly away from the girl. For doing an improvisation, that had been pretty good. Especially since she didn't know the song and wasn't warmed up. She quickly went over a few parts that she hadn't liked at all about her dancing before turning to the girl.
Isabella always looked at least a year to two older than she was, and she hated the fact. It had always been that way and she had had some weird moments when younger because of it. This girl appeared to be her age though, even going on the fact that she didn't like judging peoples ages. She had blond hair and was pretty. Had a really good voice too except for the few flat notes. And it had been a while since Isabella had heard anyone hit that high E just right and hold it like that.
"Thanks. I've done better, but it was pretty okay." Isabella replied with a smile in her slightly accented voice. "That was awesome too. Haven't heard anyone hit that high E in a while like you did. You held it perfectly all four measures." Isabella smiled and pushed a curl that had escaped while dancing behind her ear and walked over to the piano. "I'm Isabella-Elizabeth, but I'm not too particular about what you call me." She refrained from sticking out her hand since it was sweaty and she wasn't all too comfortable with shaking hands just yet. It wasn't as common a greating in France and she had grew up knowing practially everyone her town.
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Post by Gwethalyn Story on Feb 16, 2009 21:02:33 GMT -5
Gwethalyn smiled at the girl. She really was a good dancer. Gwethalyn had never had the time nor the patience to learn the names for all these dance movements or how to perform them. She had the flexibility, but not the coordination. So she loved watching others dance, though she tried not to envy them too much.
She waved once at the girl as she introduced herself. Gwethalyn thought she dedicated a hint of an accent, which she instantly loved. As an actress she magnetically found herself attracted to any sort of accent. She was most proficient and Deep South and Cockney. Anthing else tended to have traces of either one in them. She was terrible at Australian. "Isabella-Elizabeth. What a cool name! I'm Gwethalyn Burke," she said. She didn't introduce herself as Gwethalyn Story because that wasn'y technically her official name, only her stage name.
"Thanks," she said in response to Isabella's compliment. "I have a lot of hot air in here," she said, tapping her chest with her knuckles. Holding notes really wasn't an issue for her. She could hold Bernadette Peters' note in "Anything You Can Do," but with a bit more effort. Her range was actually much higher than that E; she could probably hit a D another octave higher if she really tried, but odds of her holding that were much, much slimmer.
"So, are you a first year here as well?" Gwethalyn asked nicely. The girl looked about her age, but she didn't want to make presumptions. [/blockquote] |
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