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[loulou800]

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LOGAN | TY | LEVEN

Logan Ty Leven is a twenty-one year old boy who is an excellent piano player. He's sweet, kind, and quite the talented person. His father, though, refuses to praise him on his talents. Instead, he likes to beat his son down (not physically, but verbally), and he won't let his son shine in the spotlight. In a way, Logan likes to think that his own father is jealous of him- but he puts that thought aside, because it seems too good to be true.
Logan is a boy born of dark brown hair and blue eyes- it's hard not to fall for him. His smile is one of the brightest things that you'll ever see, and if you catch his eye, he'll most likely send you one his way. His smile is one of the most contagious things about him, and he always finds himself blushing whenever someone compliments him on his personality or on the way he looks. There have been those few times when people have complimented him on his piano skills, but it hasn't been often, because he's hidden in the shadows so much. Logan isn't as tall as he'd like to be- he's 5'9'', and he wishes that he could be taller. He feels embarrassed because he's seen girls taller than him- and Logan, being the traditional guy that he is, think that he should be taller than them. It's not that he doesn't think that taller girls shouldn't exist, but feels slight envy that he isn't as tall as them. And it's not very easy to make Logan jealous, because he is such a humble person.
Apart from his sweet motives and gentle features, Logan might seem shy at first- but if you really get to know him, and have known him for a while, you'll see that he can be a really fun, out-going person- you just have to crack open his shell and he'll let you in. It sounds so typical in a way, but if you really do get to know him- it'll be one of the best things that you'll have ever done. You'll have a person who is very trustworthy on your side, and he'll stick by you and be there when you're feeling like you're just so done with everything- at-least, if he is there to comfort you.
Logan sometimes disappears for a day or two, and he'll come back like nothing has happened. Where has he gone? He doesn't say, even if his Dad cares to ask. He hasn't even told his best friend, Kristin Lewis. Maybe he'll reveal himself when the time is right.
You could say that he has Daddy issues. Isn't that to be expected, coming from a son who feels undermined by his father, and a father who seems set on making his life sad and horrible? You have to fight fire with fire. Logan really wants to leave, but playing the piano is what he really loves, and he finds it a great perk in his life.
To end it off, Logan is absolutely in love with the dancer. He knows that his Dad likes her, but hey, two can play at that game, right? She's beautiful and Logan thinks that her dancing is just mesmerizing. He also thinks that she's quite talented, and she has a kind of personality that makes Logan feel drawn towards her.
But maybe he should overlook it and get over it, when he's got a perfectly good girl who is his best friend...?

[idky,]

✯Logan is accepted! We can start!

... thanks to all, we'll have fun.
...Also, I'll do the first entry, if you don't mind. c;

[loulou800]

✯Logan is accepted! We can start!

... thanks to all, we'll have fun.
...Also, I'll do the first entry, if you don't mind. c;

(( HOORAYS! Thank-youu ! and I apologize for the wait!
Sounds good.
I don't mind! I need to know how to get started, lol. ))

[idky,]

✯THE DIRECTOR,,
Ｊｏｎａｔｈａｎ Ｌｅｖｅｎ, 45 years old.
It was 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and Jonathan had spent the whole day so far locked in his small office, that was actually a re-used dressing room. Though it was a small compartment, and despite the director being a man with a pretty chaotic life, order ruled the place. The desk was crammed against the wall, yes, but the mirror was just above it so that he could admire his face all the time he wanted. Archives such as accounts, photos, newspaper clippings, and letters were carefully labeled and put neatly inside a drawer,and the floor wooden hanger by the door only held the man's coat, an old umbrella, and a brown old-fashioned hat, that had belonged to his father.

The reason why he had spent so much time here could be guessed easily, and it was about an issue in particular. Money. Money, money, and more money. So there he was, about to light his sixth cigar today, when he heard the beep of his watch, signaling the change of hour. He custommed to pass by the rehearsals of the artists by this time every day, to see if they were going well and maybe, give them some advice. Jonathan put down the cigar, got up, and left the room, a grief expression on his face. He really didn't want to believe that things were going so badly.

He made his way to the stage, and greeted the group. The sight of Violette made him forget all his worries, and smile childishly; a smile only reserved for her. There she was, unbelievably beautiful, with her dangerous curves and her red, flaming lips. "How are you doing, kids?" He continued to ask briefly while stepping out of the stage, walking up to the bar. "If you show me something good, I'll invite you with some beer." he promised, opening a bottle and drinking down a gulp.
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[trills]

ｖｉｏｌｅｔｔｅ ａｌｌｅｇｒａ; ｔｈｅ ｄａｎｃｅｒ
xxxxxThe bar was closed, and Violette absolutely twirled. Of course, she was saving her best for the evening rush; but she loved these little rehearsal sessions. She was feeling quite exasperated with the size of the stage; the downside of dancing in bars was the restricted movement. She kicked her leg high in the air and finished with a pirouette, walking off the stage to stand nearby as she cleared the floor for one of the other performers to rehearse. She glanced up at the clock. 6 PM, huh, he should be here any second, and sure enough, the older man strolled into the room and up to the stage. She met his childish smile with her usual sultry gaze, keeping her eyes fixed on him as he spoke to the group. She shook her head, laughing to herself as he gulped his beer. He was starting the night early, though it wasn't exactly early for him. She turned to watch and silently critique the next performer. She leaned against the wall, arching her back and putting a hand on her hip to stretch slightly, and letting her dark waves fall to the side.

[loulou800]

Logan Ty Leven

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The Pianist - Twenty-one years old - In-love with Violette - Best friends with Kristen -

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Logan had been at the piano bench behind the curtains since three so far because that was where he was to be during rehearsals. But he also felt pretty secluded back there, and he didn't mind at all. He liked spending time by himself, playing some notes on the keyboard or composing something worthwhile.
In-fact, Logan had written a short piece in the time during the breaks, when the singers and dancers and the like were changing spots and positions and getting dressed, and also in the time when he came down early before he was expected to be for rehearsal. It was two pages long, but it sounded absolutely magnificent. Logan really liked the way that it turned out, and it was, he would say, one of the best pieces that he had written so far.
Of course, he'd hide the composition in his binder in the open slip between the cracks of the cover and the cracks of the back of the hard plastic so his father wouldn't see, but he'd for sure want to show to his best friend, Kristen, because she was the only one that knew of his compositions. She was basically the only one that supported him, and one of the only people that he fully had complete trust in, because he'd known her enough to know that she was a good person to keep secrets. Usually.
Logan smiled at the thought, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he did so.
As it was time for the performers to do the normal rehearsal (that is, go right up on stage in-order, completely ready without having to wait ten to fifteen minutes for them to get changed and for them to do their make-up), Logan's ears caught the voice of one of the ladies who'd be performing. Violette. And it wasn't just "a voice". It was a beautiful voice. Sure, you could call Logan "lovestruck". But he couldn't help himself; he felt that he had fallen in-love with this beautiful woman whose legs went on for miles. Even though she was eight years older than he, he totally didn't mind because he wouldn't mind dating an older woman.
That is, to say, if the lady ever wanted to date him.
He had no idea how Violette viewed him- did she only view him as his father's son? His eyebrows furrowed at the thought. He hated having anything to do with the man, but he was his father- his own flesh and blood. He couldn't abandon his father all entirely, could he? And besides, it wouldn't be like he'd have other family to go to. His Mom had died giving birth, after all, and his father never failed to continuously tell him so that it was all his fault, even though it wasn't. Logan knew it, but he couldn't help but feel a pang every single time that his father told him so.
Logan shook the unpleasant thoughts out of his head as he got up from his place on the piano, not having played in the last ten minutes as he had been organizing his binder with the millions upon millions of pages that he was given to play each day. He quickly ran up to the curtain as quietly as he could, peeking out his head just the tiniest bit so that no-one could see him, but he could see them.
And there she was. Violette Allegra. Everything about her spewed beauty. Even her name. She also sent Logan's mind spinning, and his stomach filled with butterflies every single time that she smiled at him, or touched his shoulder. Logan swore that he could melt in a puddle every single time that she spoke to him. It was like velvet chocolate, or whatever you'd call it.
And who was she looking at? His Dad, Johnathan. Ugh. Logan had to stop himself from running up and ruining their moment together, so his grip on the curtain became even tighter to allow himself to refrain from going up there himself. He knew that his Dad had the "hots" for Violette, and it made him angry inside. He was hoping that Violette didn't feel the same way about his Dad, but the way that she looked at him just made his heart sink. She didn't deserve a rude guy like him.
His Dad was standing there, drinking some beer in such a way like he owned the place, leaning against the bar table.
Okay, he did own the place, but Logan felt confined. He felt like the male version of Rapunzel, except he wasn't stuck in a tower, he wasn't a girl, he didn't have long hair and he was allowed to be outside at certain times. Wasn't a bar supposed to be a place where you could leave and come whenever you pleased? It certainly didn't feel that way to Logan, and he sighed to himself.
Logan looked back at the group of rehearser's, but of course he had only noticed Violette. Was Kristen there, yet? He hadn't seen her, unless she was hidden among the group of performers. He arched his eyebrow, looking around once more, then at Violette for a last time before he dipped his head back to return to the piano. He'd have to start playing again soon, but he really liked it. He just wished that he could do it on his own time for things that he liked.
Not that he didn't like the things that he was playing at the moment, but he'd give anything to play his own compositions, and see what people thought of it.

(( I'm sorry for the short Intro Post! sfdslfs ))

[lucky.]

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Kristen was currently standing in her practice room, she was just finished singing one of her favourite songs. In the quiet of the room was just how she enjoyed singing. She wasn't one for stage presence and didn't enjoy singing infront of people she didn't trust. Kristen's orange hair was currently curled and her brown eyes shined as she stepped out of the singing room a little more confidant than before. Kristen searched around for Logan and when she spotted him her heart fell a little. He was watching her sister preform. Her sister Violet was always the star of attention and Kristen would truly be lying if she didn't say at times she was envious of her older sister. "Hi." Kristen said looking at Logan, he was currently seated on his piano bench. "Anything new?" she asked shyly wanting to know if maybe Logan had written something spectacular, not that all his work was not magnificent.

Kristen looked at Logan, he was such a sweet and kind heart boy and Kristen really thought she felt something more than their friendship. Violet had just finished dancing and by the looks of it the evil director also know as Jonathan had just been greatly entertained by her sister. Scoffing Kristen sat down next to Logan on the piano bench. Kristen hummed a tune in her head and slowly read the music on the sheet and began playing it. Kristen wasn't much of a piano player nothing compared to Logan but she enjoyed playing once in a while and she loved playing Logan's music.

[loulou800]

Logan Ty Leven

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The Pianist - Twenty-one years old - In-love with Violette - Best friends with Kristen -

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Logan turned around instantly at the sound of his best friend's voice, smiling at her as she slid on the piano bench beside him. Man, does my best friend look beautiful, Logan thought to himself. "Hey," he said softly, a voice so nice that came out of his mouth. It was a voice of kindness, and he always made sure that he acted as friendly and as nice as he could in-front of Kristen- she was a shy person, and he didn't want to startle her. He felt so lucky to have a friend like her, because she had let him in when it seemed like she'd let no-one in. He didn't know what it was that allowed him to be a part of her life, but he was grateful for it.
But that wasn't to say that he couldn't act playful, or sarcastic, or anything that wasn't happy. They were best friends; she'd seen sides of him like when he was pissed off with his Dad, or when he was really excited about something. He could act like himself around her, and he was happy that he could do so.
Logan nodded, taking out the piece that she was playing and leaving it on the piano, only taking his binder. As she was playing and humming her melodious voice, Logan checked three times for anyone coming in before taking out the composition that he had just written from between the cracks. "Here you go." Logan said triumphantly, clearly proud of his work as he set both sheets of music beside the sheet music that she was just playing off of.
Kristen didn't hadn't really learned piano before, but he felt that she did good playing the melody line. Her left hand, however, could use a little bit of work. But who was he to criticize her for not playing the piano well? He only knew how to play well because he had spent all of his life teaching himself at an early age to play like he did now. She was a singer; and was she ever good at that. He made sure to tell her so after every performance, because she truly was a good singer, and he felt that she liked hearing him say that.

(( HELLO AGAIN! Short Post is short. Apologies! ))

[idky,]

✯You're all doing just great! Loulou, the length of your posts is ideal, thanks c:
✯Still, remember that 8 lines is absolutely fine! You don't need do that much, if you don't want to-

✯THE DIRECTOR,,
Ｊｏｎａｔｈａｎ Ｌｅｖｅｎ, 45 years old.
Simulating to be distracted, his eyes set on his lover, attempting to dance in that reduced space. His gaze then followed to set on the floor, gloomily. He wanted the best for her, and he owed her a decent stage. There could be arranged some way to make the original bigger, and money would be needed for that change. He passed a hand through his hair. He didn't wear gel or any kind of hair fixatives, so with the constant worries and the stressful situations, by the end of the day, he was quite dishevelled. Luckily for the director, this look suited him just fine.

Jonathan knew what he had to do. The dancers didn't have much space to perform in the stage, for one reason, they were too many. They were too many. Having made up his mind, he called one of the four dancers.

The girl left the room, making her way to the dressing rooms, tears in her eyes, to pack all her stuff and leave. Jonathan had never sympathized with that dancer, Alice, but still, the fact that he had had to fire her bothered him like a stone in his shoe. Well, she would find another job, she was blonde and young. But he... he had no money to pay her wages anymore. Others would follow her, unless things got better. Oh, and Violette. She was lucky, she would never leave.

Jonathan got up heavily and clapped his hands, calling the attention of anyone on the stage. "You've done a good job. You may go home. Night performers,-" he gave a quick look at the brunette Allegra- "I expect you to be here by 10:30 pm, not later." The night performers received a third more payment, and those were Logan and the Lewis sisters. It was just those extra hours, sometimes until 00:30 in the morning, and none wanted to take that schedule, but them. "Now where is that pianist?" He asked angrily to no one in particular, and he already knew he was hiding behind the curtains. He looked for him. Oh, surprise, he's with that red-haired. "I shouldn't be here to tell you. I expect you to be at 10:30 tonight. You may leave." Said that, he stormed off to his office, slamming its door loudly.
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[trills]

ｖｉｏｌｅｔｔｅ ａｌｌｅｇｒａ; ｔｈｅ ｄａｎｃｅｒ
xxxxxViolette turned to watch as Jonathan fired Alice, shooting her a look that wasn't quite sympathetic. She had never liked the girl, she was a little too naive and optimistic for the brunette's tastes. She nodded, meeting Jonathan's look with her own, and she turned to collect her sister. She pulled back the curtain to address the pair of them, sitting on the piano bench. "Honey, we're on break," she informed the redhead. She clicked over to a rickety bar stool that had been cast backstage in lack of better storage, and she perched herself on the edge. She bent over to remove her heeled dance shoes and replace them with a pair of thin ballet flats before straightening up and turning to the girl. "Come on, tell your little boyfriend goodbye. My coat's in the dressing rooms, I'm starved."