Alpha Academy discussion

If your character has singing on the sceduale come here. We will put on a end of class preformance, where all the people that were "banned" will be back in class, but not in thier house, but in class, and we will put on a end of year song. Fun Fun Fun!

Regan walked into the classroom, taking a seat at one of the largest tables. She sat there quietly, because none of her friends were there and she was wearing her favorite outfit. She felt as if her favorite outfit were wasted.

((... like this? Haha))

((Nice... you seem like a awesome rp person... but you can comment and stuff, but the contest wont start until we have like 50 people...:(

((Hehe, I know, I'm just messing around. I'm pretty bored.))

Leesie walked in, feeling overly confident. She took a seat across from Regan. "Leesie jones. You are?" She prefered to speak fast with little words to see who would be good challengers.

Regan looked up, staring Leesie in the eyes. "Regan. Nice to meet you," she said curtly, noticing her small use of words. She stuck out her hand in an effort to shake Leesie's hand.

She hook her hand firmly and looked around. "So, when does class start?" She asked.

Regan shrugged, not exactly sure. "I've only just started here, so I'm not sure," she said truthfully.

"Same here." Leesie looked around again. "Let's warm up. What's a song that you know?"

Regan's face turned red. "Oh... erm... maybe later," she said, trying not to sound too shaken.

Leesie looked confused. "Why not?"

Regan looked away. "Oh, I just thought we should wait for the teacher..." she lied.

Leesie stepped up to her, trying to make her feel small. "Let's just sing a quick song. DO you like PAramore?"

Regan stood up too, although she was still much shorter than Leesie. She answered her by saying, "Yes, do you like CrushCrushCrush?"

"Why of course!" Leesie stepped back. "Do you mind starting? We can switch off."

Regan laughed. "Of course I'll start!" she said happily. Then she began to sing in almost a perfect voice, with only a few bumps here and there, "I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all

They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies

Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush, crush"

Rosalie looked up from her seat in the back and grinned. She'd brought her classical guitar, honey-coloured and beautiful, to accompagny her. She closed her eyes and swayed to Regan's beautiful voice, strong and professional, and practically perfect.
When Regan finished her solo, she clapped her hands together, balancing her guitar on her lap. "Well done, Regan! Bravissimo. You've a great voice."
Almost mindlessly her small fingers strummed the guitar herself. "You dream maker, you heart breaker... wherever you're going, I'm going your way." Her voice was low and husky, not perfect, but it had an immeasurable amount of charm. The room grew silent as Rosalie sang on, soft and sweetly crooning the lyrics to her favourite song.

Leesie went after her, singing in a voice that was her own style that most people found an amazing talent. Others found it fake.
"Nothing compares to the quiet evening..." She went on.

Izabel smilled. "Hi!" She said, and her big blue eyes sparkled. "You guys are amazing! I'll probably never compare to you.." She giggled and looked around, "But im willing to try!" She took a deep breath and looked around, and smiled. "Normally i sing upbeat fast songs," she said looking around, "But i wanted to try something new, that would show off my voice." She smiled cutely, and put her 'innocent' look on. "Gonna sing Not That Girl from Wicked..." She smiled and looked up. She took out the black and blue gutiar that was slung across her back. She took out her favorite purple pick, and started to strum softly, but beutifully. She looked up and started singing, "Eyes touch, hands meet, sudden silence, sudden heat. Hearts leap, in a giddy world, He could be that boy, but im not that girl..." She smiled, her sweet voice ringing out. "Dont dream, to far. Dont lose sight of, who you are. I wasnt born for the rose and the pearl," Her voice was low, on the last note, ringing out perfectly. She looked around and started to sing again, "He could be that boy, but im not that girlllll" She said, her voice holding the high note. She smiled and looked around. She hoped that they liked it.

Leesie smiled, impressed. "Wicked! My mother is in that show! That song is quite beautiful, isn' it?"

"Yeah. I love that song.. normally i like songs like Hey Princess, by allstar weekend, but that songs really pretty." She smiled, and looked up at Leesie through her bangs.

"I'm a Paramore girl. Have you heard them before?" She asked.

"Oh migosh YESSS! I love them!!!! I LOVE the song "Thats What You Get." That is my favorite song EVERRRRRRR" She giggled, and smiled at Leesie.

"I love that song! My favorite of theirs right now is Ignorance!" She grabbed a spare electric guitar and started singing the song loudly and with purpose.

"Cool!" Izabel grabbed a Pink Hello Kitty gutair and started to play along. She was more of a backup girl. She knew all the backup harmonies, and sang along with Leesie. She smiled at Leesie

Leesie realized that she didn't even know the girls name and stopped playing. "I'm Leesie. Have we met before?" She asked witha bit of edge.

Leesie realized that she didn't even know the girls name and stopped playing. "I'm Leesie. Have we met before?" She asked witha bit of edge.

"Ya know?" Izabel said thoughtfully, "I dont think so! Im Izabel. And you are..."

((Check out my band! Lol, i sound SO BAD the original lead singer wasnt there, so i had to fill in last minute. And i was sick too.. at the beginning i sound TERRIBLE. but if you can check it out thanks! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7tG1X... ))

Rosalie crinkled her nose. "It seems like everyone's obsessed with Paramore except for me," she remarked. "I like bands that nobody've heard of."

"Me too!" Izabel said smiling. " I LOVE Hasket and Escape The Fate. Ever heard of them?"

((Okay, officially zoning in now...))

Regan looked around, somewhat bored now. She was amazed at the others singing ability, as well as her own. She popped to attention when she heard 'Escape The Fate.' "Escape the Fate? Oh! I love them! I like Breaking Benjamin and Skillet too..." she said dreamily, inspecting her unpainted nails.

"I love Situations. That song is AWESOME! I also like the Black Keys, Finger 11, and The Maine Acousic." She smiled

"Skillet! I LOVE them! Monster is da bomb!" Leesie exclaimed.

Regan laughed, flipping through her book of lyrics. She suddenly pointed to a page and began to sing, "Despite the lies that you're making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is just waiting
To turn your tears to roses

Despite the lies that you're making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is just waiting
To turn your tears to roses

I will be the one that's gonna hold you
I will be the one that you run to
My love is a burning, consuming fire

No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear my whispers in the dark
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear the whispers in the dark
Whispers in the dark!"

"Yeah never heard of them!" Izabel said giggling, "Lets play a game. We go in a circle, and each person sings thier favorite song. Gonna help us get used to Singing around eachother!" She smiled her big blue eyes widening with excitment.

"Okay. Sounds good. Why don't you start Izabel?"

((Got to go!))

Helena blushed and rushed into the room. Sure she was late. She hurried over and sat down at an empty desk.

Rosalie grinned and gestured at her guitar. "I'll play with whoever's singing if I know the tune," she said. "And if I don't, I'll improvise. Too bad I didn't bring my electric guitar to class, but the amps are pretty heavy to lug around."
So, what song will it be, Iz?" she asked, tapping the guitar like a drum.

"Hmmmm..." She said looking around, "How about Hey Princess by Allstar Weekendd?? I can play the lead guitar for it," She said, strumming her pink hello kitty guitar fast and upbeat.She started to sing,
"Hey Princess
In a white dress
Chuck Taylor's
Got me obsessed
Wanna see you,so where can we hang out?

Let's go,let go!
Hold on to me oh,oh!
Let's go,
Ima let you kno-o-ow!
I'll be the one,the story,the castle!
We'll be the two,hearts beating faster!
Everyone,everyone,that are!
It is your kiss,
Hey Princess!
(i wanna take you out)

Let's go,let go!
Hold on to me oh,oh!
Let's go,Ima let you kno-o-ow!
I'll be the one,the story,the castle!
We'll be the two,hearts beating faster!
Everyone,everyone,that are!
It is your kiss,
Hey Princess!

Hey Princess
Be my guest
Chase you around,no regrets
If I catch you I'll never let you down

Let's go,let go!
Hold on to me oh,oh!
Let's go,imma let you kno-o-ow!
I'll be the one,the story,the castle!
We'll be the two,hearts beating faster!
Everyone,everyone,that are!
It is your kiss,
Hey Princess!" Izabel finished singing with a big ending, She smiled and looked around. "you likey?" She said giggling.

Regan smiled. "I likey," she said, laughing. "So is it my turn?" she asked. Regan looked around and nervously tugged at her skinny jeans. "Well, I guess I'll go. I'm going to sing Breath by Breaking Benjamin," she said, picking up an electric guitar by her foot that was bright blue. She started strumming to the beat, her fingers switching notes frequently.

"I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like.

Is it over yet, in my head?

I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your evil mind.

Is it over yet? I can't win.

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I'm going all the way, get away, please.

You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.

This will be all over soon.
Pour salt into the open wound.

Is it over yet? Let me in.

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I'm going all the way, get away, please.

You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.

I'm waiting, I'm praying, realize, start hating.

You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you," she finished with a flourish as she strummed her guitar. "Okay, how was it? Terrible I expect."

"Awesome!" Izabel said clapping. "Better than mine!"

Regan looked at her, her brown eyes sparkling. "Really? Wow!" she said happily.

Izabel smiled and looked at Reagan. "Really." Izabel said, her blue eyes, normally joking and laughing, pircing Regan with seriousness, "Its good."

Rosalie smiled. She'd been humming along for the last voice. "Allstar Weekend, huh?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Not the greatest band, but you covered that beautifully."
She took Izabel's guitar with a rogue smile, ignoring the tasteless Hello Kitty design, and played the ethereal beginning to Time to Pretend, by MGMT.

"I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend..."

Soft and husky, Rosalie finished the song and handed back Izabel's guitar. It was the only song that could reduce her to tears when she listened to it on her iPod. "It has an okay sound," she said. "Might wanna try Black Pearl guitars, it's where I got mine and they have an absolutely sick sound."

"Rosalie, do you nnow how to play All I Wanted by Paramore?" She asked shyly. It was an extremely hard song.

"Aohmigosh i LOVE THAT SONG!!!!" Izabel said smiling, "And I know. My IDIOT BROTHER took my awesome Gibson guitar, but its at my house." She pouted then burst out laughing. "I got this guitar when i was 6, and I havent played it in like years. And my brother wont give it back."

Rosalie beamed. "My boyfriend loves that song and I was forced to play it since our band did a cover. Can I get my guitar?"
Sprinting out of the room, Rosalie rushed across campus in double quick time, burst into her dorm and grabbed her wickedly glossy dark purple guitar. Running back was harder, and Rosalie was breathing heavily as she entered the classroom, lugging her guitar. She hooked it up to Izabel's amps and tuned it.

((my actual guitar, but it's dark purple. LOL.))

((AOHMIGOSH AWESOMENESS!! My bass is so much better than my guitar. Got a fender strat for that.. ))

"Okay thats awesome," Izabel said, clearly impressed, "And you play in a band? awesome! me too!!!!" She smiled, "What do you play for it?"