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[idky,]

[ I've been extra busy will hopefully post tonight. sorry for the wait. love this roleplay as well.

✯Don't worry, thanks for your message!

[lucky.]

ＫＲＩＳＴＥＮ ＬＥＷＩＳ

Kristen had shown up just in time to help Logan before he died from the wrath of his father. "Look at you." Kristen said appearing in the doorway. Quickly she fixed up his tie and squeezed some gel into his hand and held a mirror to his face, so he could see what he was doing. "C'mon Logan, you are going up in five minutes." she added impatiently. Kristen was going up in less than two minutes. "I've got to go." she quickly replied leaving the room. She had just managed to help Logan but, more she couldn't do. Kristen listened for the act infront of her to finish before she would go onstage. Kristen tapped her foot counting the seconds before she would go on. The lights went dark and stage hands quickly organized a stool and microphone infront of her. the lights began to become a bit brighter but they were still dim. the redhead began her lovely song. "dreams, that's were I have to go, to see your beautiful... face anymore." she sang in perfect harmony. the voice of an angel echoed through out the pub.

[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 felt frazzled, relieved, and rushed as Kristen magically appeared by his side after the dancer's performances, fixing up his tie and squeezing some gel into his shaking hands. "Thanks, Kristen," Logan whispered very quietly, giving her a thankful smile that reached his eyes as he grabbed the mirror from her, slicking his mopped hair to the side to look poised. There, that looks good, Logan thought to himself, feeling satisfied that he looked up to par with the rest of the people in his vicinity.
Placing the mirror on the ground as quietly as he could, Logan put aside the dancer's piece, taking out Kristen's, placing that on the music rack now. It was three pages; and three pages it would be for Kristen's wonderful voice. He loved hearing her sing; he felt so at peace whenever she opened her mouth and sang notes. It was a sound to hear, for sure.
Before touching the piano, he quickly wiped his hands on his tux pants, and thank-goodness no visible signs of the gel was on it. He just didn't want his hands a little wet on the piano.
Logan allowed Kristen to begin her first few lines, which were acapella, and then he came in with his part, playing the graceful key of E major. It was a happy key, and it brightened him up a little as he played, his fingers working magic on the piano keys.
The piece went on as Logan played little interludes and a few ad-lib things (as he liked doing that in his pieces with Kristen), and pretty soon the song ended, with Kristen ending off on a lovely long-held note.
Logan pressed the "soft" pedal to announce the ending of the song, playing a few notes up in the higher range of the piano before releasing his fingers from the keys, taking his foot off the pedal.
He scratched his feet with his shoe, careful not to make marks on the other shoe, but Logan's socks sure were itchy. He didn't appreciate the fact that he had chosen such itchy socks, but he paid it no mind as he clapped from behind the stage at Kristen's stunning performance- oh, who was he kidding. Kristen's performances were always stunning. He was itching to give out a cheer, but he was afraid that his Dad would pound him later for doing so, so he kept quiet, not making any noise except for his claps. He could give Kristen her compliments after the performances, or when she walked in while the other performers would take their spot in-line.
Logan, after clapping, put the dancer's pieces and Kisten's pieces back in his binder before he took out the next performer's piece, which was only two pages long. This one would be a nice piece to play, as it was long, held notes, and Logan sometimes liked that kind of stuff.

(( Urgh too short sorry I fret about this kind of stuff ))

[trills]

ｖｉｏｌｅｔｔｅ ａｌｌｅｇｒａ; ｔｈｅ ｄａｎｃｅｒ
xxxxxAfter the dance had ended, Violette stalked over to Jonathan and took a seat next to him, perching on the barstool. The dancers were technically supposed to be backstage, but the woman did not pay any attention to that fact. She liked to linger around after the first number, watch the other performers and make small talk. She could get away with it, too - the owner wouldn't question anything she did. She perched herself on the edge of the stool and crossed her legs, very ladylike. "Evening, Winston," she greeted the barman first, out of courtesy. She then turned to Jonathan and met his twinkling eyes, feeling that no greeting was necessary. She then turned to watch her sister's performance. Violette herself was a singer, but her weaker alto never compared to her sister's soaring soprano. Of course, that didn't stop her from making notes. Kristen was fabulous, but Violette made sure never to praise her too much; it was her belief that she would stop working as hard. She noted a few places where the girl went sharp - it was probably due to the elevated temperature onstage, but nonetheless it was an error to point out. A few more stylistic changes, and the girl was finished. She clapped politely along with the rest, winking at her kid sister as she walked offstage.

[lucky.]

[ flying back tomorrow, for sixteen hour fligh only to arrive in the early hours on the morning and filled with jetlag. Will reply ASAP may be gone for 2 or more days. Sorry for the inconvience.

[loulou800]

[ flying back tomorrow, for sixteen hour fligh only to arrive in the early hours on the morning and filled with jetlag. Will reply ASAP may be gone for 2 or more days. Sorry for the inconvience.

(( Hey, enjoy the rest of South Africa! Yaay !
Have a safe flight home. ))

[idky,]

✯Best of luck, abbyisapie! I hope you arrive well, and that you have a good time! c:

✯THE DIRECTOR,,
Ｊｏｎａｔｈａｎ Ｌｅｖｅｎ, 45 years old.
The dancers' show finished and the director clapped enthusiatically, his eyes set only on his favourite lady, obiously, and was pleased to see her leave the stage and sit next to him. He admired her long legs and her graceful pose while she greeted Winston, and then their eyes met. Jonathan gave her a sweet smile. He was a cruel, bossy man around anyone but her; his behaviour absolutely changed when alone with his lover.

Kristen stepped on stage and started singing. Silence took over the place as everyone listened to her, for she had an amazing voice- The director knew it and was happy because of it, very deep inside him. He would never admit it openly. When she ended- with a beautiful ending, of the ones that Jonathan liked the most- he clapped a few times, poker faced, and then turned to Violette, grasping her hand. "You're up, darling." After she danced, there would be an interval of five minutes, and then Logan would open the show again, playing the piano.
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✯I'm very WB, sorry, I lack imagination right now.

[trills]

ｖｉｏｌｅｔｔｅ ａｌｌｅｇｒａ; ｔｈｅ ｄａｎｃｅｒ
xxxxxViolette gave his hand a tiny squeeze in return before rising, nodding at the barman before she rose and made her way over to the stage yet again. This dance was a bit slower, with more seductive glances and swings of the hip than the previous. She whispered several notes from the previous dance and suggestions for this one to the other girls before the music began. She had noticed Winston and Jonathan commenting on the girls earlier, and she didn't want them to make her, or the business in general, look bad. The dance begun and the woman performed it perfectly, as usual. One of the girls, however, tripped over the creaky floorboard and stumbled a bit towards the middle of the song, coaxing a glare from Violette and the other girl. They finished up and Violette opted to go backstage and reprimand the girl rather than join her lover out in the bar. She was obviously dominant over the other two, and gave the girl quite a scolding before retreating to the dressing rooms to freshen up. She sunk into a chair and spun around, relaxing a bit before the next portion of the show.

@abbyisapie; hope everything goes according to plan, enjoy yourself!

[lucky.]

ＫＲＩＳＴＥＮ ＬＥＷＩＳ

Kristen began blushing madly as she looked at the man in the leather jacket, brown hair that sit just right and a great smile, not to mention his whistling and clapping aswell as standing ovation after Kristen's preference. His smile sent tingles down her spine and a smile to her face. She felt like she was flouting on cloud nine, everything was perfect except for the fact that, that boy was not Logan and he didn't whistle and surly he didn't like her the same way the man did. Kristen trotted back to the dressing room, changing into a creme leotard with a black short skirt, she wasn't going to dance but the leotard was something that went swimmingly with the outfit. Adding a choker, ribbon. Letting her curled hair fall down and adding a dash of red lipstick she prepared herself to go back onstage. She looked stunning, only if Logan could see her now.

[managed to post this, sorry. a bit tired, arrived home early this morning.

[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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As Logan finished playing the notes for the two-paged performer, the crowd clapped and cheered, clearly enjoying the entertainment. Logan smiled to himself as he placed those two pages back in his binder, taking out yet another piece to play for the next performer that would enter the stage.
Logan stretched his fingers, lightly tapping them on the piano as the people in black readied the stage. A lone light at the back of the stage where Logan played accompanied his eyesight, so he'd be able to see what he was playing.
At-times, Logan might've felt a little lonely, being back there all by himself with the people in black all standing at one side and him at another, but the piano provided him comfort that he wasn't alone, and that he was needed in-order for the piano to play music. It needed his fingers and his feet, and it needed his skill to produce such fine sound.
Logan looked up at the piece. It was four pages long, with a lot of crazy, complicated notes- it was upbeat and slightly jazzy, and Logan didn't usually play this kind of stuff. But it was what he was required to play, so he played it. He'd much rather play something with a slower movement to it, maybe like a waltz of some sort, but hey, playing these upbeat tunes was alright every once in a while. He was sure that the crowd enjoyed it as well, and he knew that the performer who was doing their performance to this song had worked very hard on it- so he shouldn't screw it up.
But Logan almost-never screwed up his pieces, and that's what made him a really good pianist. He was focussed and knew how to play, and he was good at what he did. Maybe that's why Logan really wants to be a famous pianist. He's worked hard at it, if only his father would recognize his talents.
But, Logan was a modest guy, and he tended to keep those thoughts to himself and maybe to Kristen. He sighed, looking up to see that the people in black had returned from setting up, and he gave himself a few seconds to breathe before he played the opening note, going right into the merry tune.
He could feel the atmosphere in the bar getting more wide awake, clapping along to what he was playing. He smiled to himself, pushing on the "loud" pedal to accentuate his notes and his piano-playing, so that it wasn't overridden by the people clapping. He even heard some laughter. The crowd must really be enjoying this, he thought to himself.
He found the notes easier to play than when he had first tried it out (which was to be expected because he practised so), and he was able to play the notes without staring too hard at them. For him, that was something to be proud of, because being able to look away from the music from time to time was pretty cool, in his book. The complicated notes seemed like a breeze, and the complicated rhythms and sudden key changes reminded him of silly movies and silly songs. He wanted to laugh out himself, but he didn't, because someone would probably very well hear him.