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[max]

A deep breath slipped through bright pink, glossed lips. Sparkling blue green orbs surveyed the empty theater and she imagined people filling the rows and the seats. She pretended she was famous and that all the people in the chairs were there for her concert. There was no one there though. No one in the chairs. Aside from the diminuitive figure of Max, the room was empty. A sigh escaped her lips once more, and slightly clammy hands smoothed the front of the pale yellow dress. She blinked and her mouth opened.

Lyrics flew from her vocal cords. The voice that ensued was much bigger then the girl had ever been. The music filled the room to almost the breaking point and then faded. Max's cheeks flushed and she paced back and forth across the stage. She wanted to sing. She loved singing. However she always had trouble deciding what to sing, it was one of the girl's few moments of indesiciveness. Max turned on her heel, having reached the far end of the stage. She walked until her bare feet were once more at center stage.

She faced the "audience" and clasped her hands together in front of her. Once again she began to sing. This time the music was quieter. The lyrics which emerged were more cautious and perhaps shyer. The large empty space of the room intimidated the girl who had sung so loudly moments before.

"Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart,now?
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?

Maybe I should've seen the signs, should've read the writing on the wall.
And realized by the distance in your eyes that I would be the one to fall.
No matter what you say, I still can't believe
That you would walk away.
It don't make sense to me, but:


Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now?
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?

It's not unbroken anymore.
How do I get it back the way it was before?


Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart,now?
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break, would you wanna break a:


Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now?
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?"

The song was short, brief and Max cut herself off soon after the song had finished. The door to the theater had opened and a column of light poured into the room. She froze turning her gaze toward the person who had intruded upon her privacy. She felt cold, but perhaps that was because of the breeze which had entered the sanctity of the theater when the door had opened.

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[scarlet]

how to make love to something innocent
without leaving my fingerprints out.
l-o-v-e's just another word i never learned to pronounce.

----- Lettie sipped her chai tea slowly. It was sweet and filled her whole body with warmth in the cool October day. She was just getting ready to start her day, and that never failed to start with tea and a half of a chocolate muffin. She had already consumed the muffin with mach 5 speed, but the chai was taking some time to cool.

----- Her hair was blowing everywhere even though it was partially pinned back [and currently blonde]. She was wearing just a white tank with a light jacket over it. Jeans, boots, a scarf. Nothing fancy. Just wnough to keep her cozy. The boots though- not cozy. But, TOO cute to pass up.
Lettie swung past the far end of the Stringer Theatre, a place she hardly ever went to. She liked to come here sometimes and watch the singers and other 'artsy' majors perform. They were just so different from her- and she totally digged that. The way they held themselves, so much confidence, so much pride. It was all very interesting. She took a mental note that that would be a great topic for an essay.

----- As soon as she thought the word essay, she knew she was in trouble. She'd totally forgotten about her latest piece of work, Workings of the Workplace. In which, Lettie went to work with her mom and studied the dynamics and relationships at a job. Most of the paper was bullshit, but there wasn't much she could do now. She reached into her bag and found it safe and sound.

----- Lettie jogged over to the nearest bench, reluctantly put down her tea, and went about rereading her essay. She was 20 minutes early anyways- and it was a semi-nice day for Seattle. She scanned the words over and over and over. Nothing popped out to be too obviously fabricated. Good enough!

----- After a few minutes of glancing from her chai, to her watch, to her paper, Lettie finally stood up and continued her march to her first class. She hear a song then; a melody. It was a girl, that was for sure. It was pretty and flowed well, but it sounded so heartbroken. Lettie followed the noise until she tracked it to the main stage. There was a small side door the appeared to be unlocked when she snapped her hand down to test it.

----- "Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?"

----- Woah- who is this chick?

[/i] After a few moments passed and curiosity won over, she dove in. But, the door stuck open and she was caught. Lettie smiled.
"Hi."

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( LYRICS ) Starstrukk - 3OH!3
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[max]

It wasn't that Max had stage fright, no it wasn't that at all. She was good in front of crowds, hence her desire to become a famous singer that would rock the world. It was just that when she was singing in and otherwise empty theater she let loose a little and showed the raw part inside of her that was too personal and too rough to show to anyone else. That was what had happened right then and she couldn't help but feeling a little violated, which was sad in a way because the girl who had entered,and who had just said hello, had all the right to be in the theater as she did. Maybe even more, because maybe the girl was a theater major, maybe she was a senior. Honestly Max didn't know because she tended to stick with her little group of people in her year and in her major. And even that group was sparse because oddly enough, Max didn't need the constant reinforcement of knowing someone stood behind you and had your back. She was independant that way.

But like eveyother person, Max desired interaction with her peers and so she wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. Because Max was, after all, a kind girl, and the least she could do was greet the girl that had entered the theater. That wouldn't hurt her now would it? Well it certainly wouldn't kill her, besides the other girl seemed friendly enough.

Max stepped forward, moving to the edge of the stage then pulling herself off of it. She stepped forward, moving closer to the girl so as not having to yell. But even if she moved closer she only moved about a meter away from the stage. She didn't want to seem like a freak. "Hi," she said, a smile resting on her lips as she tried to look friendly without also resembling a weirdo.

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[scarlet]

forget about guns and forget ammunition
cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission.
now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner;
now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner pronounce.

----- Lettie sighed. Why did she always get into stuff like this? The senior tried to back her way out of the theatre, but that wasn’t going to happen. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to get out of this. Lettie was always good at that. The summer before college she had really had to work hard to get her mom off her case about the huge party. Scarlet was still trying to get out of it even. Memories of every time she had weaseled her way out of things came flooding back.

That’s when she dropped her tea. She must have lost track of where she was and let it slip out. Or maybe it was the fact that the room seemed to be burning at one million degrees [Fahrenheit] and that the chai was two times that. She tried to breathe out evenly and be as kind looking as possible, but she didn’t have all day and she was now totally freaking out.
She wasn’t even supposed to be in here. This wasn’t her area. She belonged at a desk with a keyboard typing up articles. Not in a theatre on a stage. This girl obviously had a reason to be here- that voice was amazing. Maybe should could play the ‘I’m older than you card’? No, that wouldn’t be fair at all. Even though this girl couldn’t be more than a sophomore and she was obviously a senior. But, she truly wasn’t acting like one.

Scarlet threw some napkins out of her pocket and down to the huge mess. She tried to set the cup up to prevent as much spilling as possible, but it was already completely drained. Lettie sighed again. Great way to start the day! she thought. She looked to the singer for help. She smiled and said, “I know it’s kind of hard to ask, but could ya give me a hand?” Though she knew it was definitely asking a lot of someone she had barged in on and who had never even met, but she didn’t have a choice. She was now going to be late to class without her help.

The napkins had soaked up a lot of the mess, but there was still a lot left. She removed the remaining napkins from her pocket and placed them by the spill. Without looking up, she yelled, “Your singing is really good though!” Trying to be as nice as possible…

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[max]

Clearly Max had creeped the girl out. She felt bad for that. She didn't or hadn't wanted to creep the other girl out because it was never good to have people who were afraid of you and honestly Max wasn't someone to be creeped out about, she was a nice girl and... Yea that thought was going nowhere.

Max's hand shot up to her mouth as the girl dropped her cup of tea. She was frozen for a moment even though it really wasn't a shocking thing. She just didn't want the girl to think she was laughing at her. Besides Max was still iffy on how she felt on having been intruded on. She really wasn't mad about it but she had this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach like something had been ruined. Maybe it was the other girl's shoes.

Then the girl spoke. Sure Max could help. She grabbed her bag from the edge of the stage and made her way over to the girl. She had some kleenex in her bag and so she could help mop up the remnants of the steaming liquid. As she was walking over the girl who had spilled the tea called out that Max's singing was really good. Max laughed softly and grinned, as she finally reached the girl. She dropped her purse to the ground and reached into it drawing out all of the kleenex she had and placing some of it on the last remnants of the tea.

"Thank you," she said.

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