sing for the cheer {hayden}

[Laura Lydia Evans]

august 30, 2013 - 08:00 pm

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style= width:280px;height:520px; BACKGROUND-COLOR:#EDECEC; margin-top: 16px; opacity: 0.6;] [style= 280px; padding:1 1 1 1px;] [STYLE= width:255px; height: 490px; background-color:#F3F3F3; text-align:justify; overflow:auto;font-family:georgia; color:#787878; line-height:90%; padding: 4 2 4 2px;] "Don't have too much fun without me," Laura told her brother with a smile and a wave before shutting the door after herself. She rolled her eyes fondly with a small shake of her head at the conversation she had just had with Chris. Times like that made her wonder if he did remember that she was the older sibling and she was the one who was supposed to do that whole over-protective thing. It was kinda nice, though, knowing that her brother cared enough to worry. Of course, she paid no mind to his advice. It was not like she was going out looking for a guy or anything. It was a rare evening off, and she was going to go to The Cell and have a great time dancing. Laura loved to dance, and it was not often that she had an evening off in which she could do something. She kept her phone on her, though, just in case she got called in. That was a definite must. Even though she was technically off, she was always on call. That evening was one of those in which there was an open mic night to start the evening out. Laura did go to those sometimes; but, tended to prefer when a DJ played music. She went to the club to dance, after all. However, sometimes there were some really talented people that made their way onto the stage. Her co-worker, Alaric Jester, was one of them from time to time. He was one of her favorites to go listen to. His band was good, but his voice was just amazing. Sometimes it amazed her that the goof she worked with was the same man that sang on that stage. It was odd to see the two sides of his personality. However, Laura did not believe Ric would be there that evening. He had not said anything about it, and usually Laura knew before hand. It amused her as she flashed her V.I.P. pass to the bouncers so she got to by-pass the line, that half the girls in the line wore shorter dresses than her own, or more formal looking, sparkly dresses. It was weird; but, to each their own, she guessed. The club's atmosphere was so different than the one she surrounded herself with on a daily basis, and she loved it. It was hectic and high strung, but in a more recreational way than the tension that filled the halls of St. Helena's Academy. Laura skirted around some of the less inviting looking people on the floor to make her way to the bar, flashing a smile at the bartender there who knew her by name. It was great because the man never asked to see Laura's I.D. anymore. "Hiya, Joey!" she called over the sounds of the person up on the stage at that moment, smiling as she sat on one of the stools, crossing her legs at the ankles. "What can I do ya for, Miss Laura?" the bartender asked her with a grin, already pulling out a glass in preparation. "Mmm... blue long island, please," she replied with a smile. It was one of her favorites, and she loved that it used Sprite instead of tea since that place did not really have the means to make fresh tea and she was not a fan of the bottled stuff. "Already busy, huh? Anyone good gonna be on stage tonight?" She flicked her bangs out of her eyes, thanking the man when he handed her the drink and glanced toward the stage as he answered. So far, the night was going good, and it had just begun. Laura was excited to figure out just what the night was going to bring.

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I got tired of waiting

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'cause you were Romeo - I was a scarlet letter, And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

WORD COUNT - 0637
OUTFIT - link
TAGGED - Hayden
NOTES - ohai, dearie.

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[Hayden Oliver Livingston]

Hayden was excited. Tonight was open mic night at the club in town. Of course he was going! He'd never turn down the chance to preform. To ths day he still sometimes got asked by his fathers record company to make another CD. Something he had not done since high school, since before he'd attended St. Helena's. Maybe one day he would, but not now. Now, he was happy to teach, coach, and do music as a side thing, because he loved it. Hayden waited in line, and once he got in, signed up to preform. He'd been to the club a handful of times since he'd arrived in Summersville. It was a good place to let loose after a sometimes stressful day at work. Hayden was not the type to sit at home. While he liked reading, he was an English teacher after all, he liked to surround himself with people. Liked to sing, dance, and have a good time. Exactly what he had in mind for tonight.

Earlier he'd given the DJ a CD of his. The song he was going to sing just would not be good with guitar or piano accompaniment. He needed the real track. When he got on stage he said, ”How y'all doing tonight?” Hayden grinned as he asked the audience. Stage fright was not something he possessed. Put Hayden on a stage, and he could preform, entertain, without a care in the world. The music started, and he sang. After a few lines, he took the microphone out of the stand and danced as well. It was second nature to him, like riding a bike. As he got to the beat boxing part of the song he put it back in the stand.

beat-boxing

When the beat boxing finished, he again removed the mic and continued dancing. He smiled as he sang, looking out into the crowd. Eventually, the song came to and end, and he replaced the microphone. ”Thank you,” he said as people clapped and the left the stage. He grabbed the CD, and made his way to the bar. He could use a drink, though he hadn't wanted to have one before he sang. As he approached the bar he saw a woman sitting there. He smiled as he approached , flagging down the bartender. “Can I get Captain and Coke,” and glanced over at the woman with a smile, ”and another of whatever the lady ordered.” He turned his full attention toward her, "Do you mind if I join you? I'm Hayden.” he said offering her his hand.

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[Laura Lydia Evans]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style= width:280px;height:520px; BACKGROUND-COLOR:#EDECEC; margin-top: 16px; opacity: 0.6;] [style= 280px; padding:1 1 1 1px;] [STYLE= width:255px; height: 490px; background-color:#F3F3F3; text-align:justify; overflow:auto;font-family:georgia; color:#787878; line-height:90%; padding: 4 2 4 2px;] Laura smiled when someone who seemed vaguely familiar took the stage. He at least seemed to have a lot of energy. That was always good, she found. Anyone who took to the stage with a positive attitude came out better on a stage like that. She tapped her foot against her stool in time with the beat that played over the speakers. It made Laura wish that she had someone there to dance with. A.J. would have danced with her if she had gotten him out there with her. He was busy with something, though; so, that was that. However, she was enjoying herself just the same, sitting there while sipping her drink and chatting with the bartender. When the guy finished his song, Laura clapped along with everyone else, smiling with a soft laugh as quite a few people cheered as well. She flicked her hair out of her eyes and swirled the ice around her glass before taking another sip of the nearly finished, blue drink. Her gaze was drawn from behind the bar to one side when she spotted movement there just before the guy that had been singing came up and ordered a drink for each of them. "Thanks," she said with a bright smile and a nod toward Joey before he started to make the two drinks. "Doc-- ... Laura, Evans," she stated with a soft laugh, reaching out to take his hand in her own as she smiled. "I keep having to remind myself that I'm not at work. I think I've been putting too much time in." She laughed softly and shook her head a little, gesturing to the seat next to her just as Joey sat the two new glasses down on small, square napkins. "Be my guest." Laura could not believe that she had almost tacked on "doctor" at the beginning of her introduction. Yes, it was her formal title, but she did not see the point in introducing herself as such if she was not meeting someone for work related reasons. "You were really good up there. Do you do this often?" She admired the fact that he had the guts to get up and sing in front of everyone like that. Laura loved karaoke and would often do that; but, karaoke was different than going up on stage and singing without a teleprompter. She did not think that she could do that. Plus, she did not think she was much of a singer in the first place. She idly uncrossed her legs only to cross them the other direction while flicking her hair out of her eyes, stirring the ice and liquid in her glass with the straw. "Have we met? Sorry if that's weird, I just... I keep feeling like I've seen you somewhere before." It was kind of bugging her and she did not like that it was; but, she figured that if she at least asked, then she could put that unease to rest one way or another. She took another drink out of her glass before turning in her seat to face the man a little more, flashing a smile in his direction. "So, I think we should take advantage of the good music playing, and you should dance with me." Laura nodded once with another smile, reaching up to tuck her hair back behind her ear.

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I got tired of waiting

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'cause you were Romeo - I was a scarlet letter, And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

WORD COUNT - 0566
OUTFIT - link
TAGGED - Hayden
NOTES - we'll ignore the bad word count.

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