song for you [VOCALS CLASS]

[chord]

First day on the job, but certainly not his first day at the school. No, Chord had spent the past four years walking these halls, conversing with others. It was strange to think that he would be teaching some of the people he knew- after all, he'd only just graduated. Yes, he was seventeen years old, and he was going to be teaching music at Lux Lucis.

True, he was having to get his certification in teaching, but he had more than enough experience in his field to qualify to teach it. After all, he was known for being able to quickly learn any musical instrument he attempted to play. Well, it wasn't as if he had to worry about filling up his schedule too much by taking all of them. Now he could pursue his hobby in peace without worrying about earning a good grade.

And, finally, he could grade others. He hated to admit it, but he thought his teacher had been too easy on the students. Of course, no offense to the woman- she was brilliant- but he thought he could do it much better. The only thing would be teaching those who were... more disruptive than others.

He fixed the sheer black veil that tied off his low ponytail. They would be here any minute. He didn't bother writing his name up on the board. The students should have read their schedules to find out his name. He stood, rather than remaining seated, watching as the students slowly, but surely, filed in.

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WORDS - 340
NOTES - Join in if you're in the class!
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[ALEIX HALE]

Aleixandre wasn't the biggest fan of school, but he was looking forward to this one class. Vocals. It and keyboards were really the only things on his schedule that held any sort of draw to him. Everything else was just a place taker. The vocals teacher this year wasn't the same one he'd had the year before, and Aleix was fairly sure the new teacher had been a student at the school, but he wasn't too sure on that. Maybe he should've paid a bit more attention. The feminine boy shrugged off his thoughts as he drew nearer to the classroom, hiking his messenger bag up onto his shoulder better. Once he entered the room, his brown eyes darted around to anybody that was already in there, including the teacher, who looked vaguely familiar to the tall junior at least. Not hesitating by the door very long, Lexi made his way to one of the seats and sat down. He chose, like usual, a seat where he was less likely to have a lot of eyes on him, already mentally preparing himself for whatever was to come. He didn't know how this teacher would handle the class or what they'd be doing, but god he hoped they didn't have to go through ridiculous introductions in here as well. Aleix sat his bag down at his feet and crossed his legs at the ankles with a glance to the clock. He wasn't looking for the time in hopes it would be time to leave as he would most classes, but was instead highly impatient for the class to actually begin. He smiled at a few people that he recognized from other lessons or from the year before before sinking into his seat a bit.

tag;; vocals class
word count;; 293
notes;; aleix's posts need to get longer >.>
outfit;; this
credit;; graphics and form: alice. lyrics: "just a dream", nelly.

[ANDROMEDA MARIE WYNTER]

Vocals were one of her first classes this year, and a class that she had taken a few times before hand. This was probably the one class Rome was actually excited for; and she found herself humming as she walked down the Visual Arts hall to find the classroom. Normally the girl wasn't so chipper in the morning, but she was actually excited about something. Her day hadn't started off in the best way, with her father being a drunken ass and her leaving in a tiff without all her materials. The girl, as she was walking to school that morning, was considering getting herself a dorm just so she could get out of the house -- of course she'd have to visit on weekends for her brother and make sure her father was still alive... Also, her seeming to never be prepared for class seemed to have already become a habit.

Before she continued her way to class she stopped off to the rest room and cleaned herself up before class. Having looked at herself in the mirror, and thought her hair atrocious, she left the rest room. She sighed as she put her hands into the pockets of her jeans, finding her lighter, which she had thought she lost. Rolling her eyes the girl walked into the room, recognizing a kid from another one of her classes - some kid with dreadlocks. She remembered distinctly that he had been picking at his nail polish when she last saw him. Was he always early for classes? Rome took a seat closer to the front of the room, though on the farther side of it, when she noticed the blond figure standing at the front of the room. Was that the teacher? He looked like a student? Wait.... wasn't he a student last year....? She could vaguely remember a blond being the talk of a group of people she was eaves dropping on back then. A bunch of girls who had found him madly attractive and insanely talented were bustling with conversation about the boy the year before. Apparently there was nothing this cat couldn't do.

Rome tried recalling her schedule as she sat there gazing at the clock, oddly enough wanting class to be over with now. Was it D'Antione....? Yea, that's what it was! Chord D'Antione was is name, if she remembered correctly. She remembered vaguely that he had graduated last year. Now he was a teacher of the vocals course... Oh this would not settle well with Rome. She never liked authority, and she definitely wouldn't like someone with authority that was the same age as her. She fought with herself to not say what she was thinking; she decided against it.

As she sat there waiting for more people to file in, and class to begin, she took her lighter out of her pocket. Andromeda crossed her legs and leaned forward resting on them, distracting her mind by flicking her lighter several times in sequence to the song that was stuck in her head.


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[ATTICUS ESTHER REINOEHL]

Vocals class... it should have been his favorite class. Atticus used to love singing: being the center of the stage, that is. He loved attention, and he loved spotlight, but in his recent years, he'd grown to hate talking.

He'd only gotten in because he'd sang for his audition, but at his previous school, he had refused to speak to anyone. Teachers had thought him a lost cause, even if he did well on exams- classroom participation was always 0. But he'd still gotten into Lux Lucis, and part of his knew that he couldn't screw this up... and yet the other part of him wanted to continue to rebel.

Just because Dietrich was back didn't mean he was going to stay. So he couldn't let his guard down. Besides, giving people the silent treatment seemed to really piss them off, and it made him feel like he had a little more control, a little more power.

Walking into a the room, he immediately sized up the teacher. Young, frail-looking, but not seated... so he was obviously a snob that thought highly of himself. Well, great, he would be stuck with this obnoxious prick for the next two semesters. He'd heard the rumors this boy had been in school here the previous year, and he honestly had no idea why he was still here.

Didn't people want to get out of school as soon as possible? He kept a blank, uninterested expression on his face as he took his seat and stared aimlessly forward.

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NOTES - Yaaay.
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[yukio]

The young man walked through the new and alien floors
watching others pass by quietly as he made his way to his class.
It wouldn't do to skip a class after convincing his father to send
him all this way west to America. That and it was against the
boy's nature to purposely skip a class, that just was not
respectful towards the teacher or his other classmates.

He arrived at the class room which had already collected some
students which he assumed where now his new classmates.
Taking the other student's example, Yukio sat an empty
desk placing his bag on the floor next to him. His eyes flickered
looking at the others in the room but he made no move to talk
with anyone of them or even properly look at them.

Yukio had come for the class not the other students though he
was starting to believe he really didn't want to be in the class
either. Well, it was much to late to worry about such nonsense
now.


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Sorry its so short ;-; I am still learning Yukio at the moment

[chord]

The bell rung, and Chord smiled at his students contently. He walked over to the door and promptly shut it. After all, they were in the music hall, and without shutting the doors, they would all disturb each other. And he was going to prove to the ones who HAD been there that he could do this right.

"Good afternoon," Chord began, "For those of you who haven't read your schedules thoroughly, my name is Chord d'Antoine, and I am your vocals teacher. If this isn't your class, I suggest you leave or risk making yourself look foolish when you try to sing- but can't." his bluntness was showing, but he didn't realize it.

He walked over the the podium and looked over the seating chart. A few vacant seats... well, their loss. They'd be the drop-outs by the end of the year for certain. "Well, I'm assuming that the teachers in your primary classes made you go through the introduction process, so I don't see the point in doing so here..." he read over the words on the paper.

All teachers had gotten an outline about how a class could be conducted- a suggestion for how to let the first day activities go. Quite honestly, he wasn't very fond of any of the suggestions. "Alright, well," he stepped away and took the pointer with him. He knew he could be fidgety without something in his hands, and at least the pointer carried with it some air of authority. And if one of the students upset them, he could whack them with it-- was that legal? He might need to check on that.

"While we won't be doing introductions... I would like to know why you're in this class. And no, 'I like singing' or 'I am good at singing', are not an acceptable answers." he was curious why they were taking this class. He wanted to know just who was interested in learning proper techniques and who was taking it because they'd been told they were good at singing.

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[ALEIX HALE]

More people started to fill into the room and Aleix's gaze would momentarily dart to the doorway as they came in. He fought the urge to roll his eyes or something as the girl he'd thought of as an attention seeker from Creative Writing came in. She seemed, though, like she was in a much more pleasant mood than she had been during the writing class, if the fact she didn't walk in disrespecting the teacher was anything to go by. Then there was a feminine boy that seemed vaguely familiar, though he couldn't really place where he'd seen the other boy, who seemed to be wholly disinterested in the class. Aleix didn't think too much of it though as he absently toyed with his bracelet, glancing toward the door again at movement from someone else entering. A boy that Aleix hadn't seen before walked in and he smiled at the other teen. He figured the boy was new to the school, if not the school then the class at least. Lexi definitely couldn't remember seeing the guy around anywhere. Once the bell had rung and the class settled down, their teacher introduced himself. Aleix remembered reading the name on his schedule and was a bit more sure by looking at the teacher that he had been a student at the school the year before. It was a relief to know that they wouldn't really have to do introductions, though they would have to speak. Glancing around a little when no one else spoke up, Aleix straightened up in his seat a little and decided to just get his out of the way. "Uhm, well, I've been taking vocal lessons for a few years now, but I feel there's always room to improve and learn," he answered with a slight shrug. He was in the class because he did love to sing, and he knew he was fairly good at it; but, seeing as those reasons weren't "acceptable", he was going with the other reason he was still taking the class, well along with the fact that vocals was one of his concentration areas, it would make sense that he took the class.

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notes;; whoot. more than 200 words \o/
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[VALERIE CARELLE]

Valerie sat in the middle of the classroom, central amid the others. She remembered the teacher as being a previous student of the school and knew him to be talented. He was an acceptable teacher, even though his age was a bit unorthodox.

She sat, legs crossed, looking as well put together and confident as always. She always dressed fashionably, if not slightly conservatively for classes, especially classes where she needed to make an impression such as this one.

Golden brown eyes drifted over to where Aleix was speaking, slightly disinterested, she hadn't know Aleix was musically inclined. She had never actually spoken to the feminine looking boy, after all. When it was her turn to speak she smiled politely at Mr. D'Antoine, "I want to be the best I can be. Music is my future, or at least what I'd like to see myself doing in the future."

[ATTICUS ESTHER REINOEHL]

Atticus kept silent, as per usual. He didn't think he needed to waste his time answering such a stupid question. Why was he here? To learn, to show off his talent, to improve... there were many reasons that he was in this class, but none of these required him stating them for the teacher's ego inflation. This boy looked like he thought he knew what he was talking about-- but Atticus doubted it. Just another pretentious bitch.

As the question came to him, he blinked lazily up at the teacher, just daring him to make him speak. If and when he decided to sing, he would. But other than that, he had no intention of speaking to anyone.

He wondered what Dietrich would say about it. Would he back him up in his decision to keep quiet? Or would he chide him and encourage him to get along with his classmates? He suspected a mixture of the two. Dietrich had always tried to be supportive of his decisions, but that didn't mean he always approved of them.

And with that thought, he licked his lips and looked daringly at the teacher. Really? He was going to make him speak? Nice try. Next.

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NOTES - Silence
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[riza]

(If you come closer and closer to me) I'll go even further away
Will you step aside now ? I will throw you away

it felt so good having just climbed out of the hot shower, the young man stared at his reflection in the mirror after he wiped away the steam and let out a soft sigh. he then picked up a comb and started to brush through his long-ish choppy brown hair until he was satisfied that all the tangled knots were brushed away. raidon slowly raised his right arm and formed his right hand into a gun and mouthed ’bang’ as he proceeded to shoot himself so to speak. the young man then turned on his heels and walked out of the bathroom with a long towel wrapped around his waist, his modesty covered. he started to get himself ready for classes. as he was doing so, he switched on his little cd player and it started to play various korean and japanese pop songs that he liked to listen to -- he always enjoyed listening to music, even as a child. the young man opened up his wardrobe and flicked through his clothes and decided what he wanted to [wear]. he was actually almost ready to leave the dorm that he lived in.

he was living in a dorm within the school itself that he attended -- all he needed to do was to get dressed. since he first arrived to the school. raidon had actually changed his hairstyle somewhat, and cut a fringe and his hair was much more choppier than before. even his body had changed as well, even though that he had always been pretty thin, he had put a slight weight on which caused his body to look much more toned than ever. the young man seemed to be in a good enough mood as he lightly hummed underneath his breath as he finished drying his body and slipped on a white tank top which showed the definition of his muscles and a pair of baggy blue-grey jeans which rested upon his hips. with his preparations having been completed, raidon turned on his heels and picked up his black three quartered sleeved jacket which was laid upon his bed and put it on, adjusting it so he was comfortable. he was late for class which had probably already started but it didn’t seem as if it concerned him in any way.

simply put, he just didn’t care. it wasn’t long after that the cd player and the music was switched off. as the young male walked over to the dorm door, he paused in his footsteps in order to put on his white sneakers on and deftly tied the shoe laces up. at that moment, he was about ready to head out to class, vocals if he remembered right. the teacher would probably have something to say about his lateness but it wasn’t as if raidon would acknowledge teachers anyway as it was a well known fact that he just didn’t get on with them in any way whatsoever. you could say that raidon didn’t tolerate authority whatsoever anyways. but at least he did attend classes, so that was saying something about his dedication towards his music. the way that the young male walked and acted was enough to keep people away from him, his aura just screamed not to go anywhere near him. if he wanted to, he could be quite a scary person at times. especially where his temper was involved.

it wasn’t a uncommon thing to hear about him fighting and getting into trouble. he was usually seen with headphones in his ears. apparently listening to whatever music he was listening to, seemingly unaware of what people said about him. the young male had both of his hands stuffed inside his pockets as he leisurely made his way to the class that he was headed for which was the vocals. he pretty much knew what went on during vocals classes simply because he used to attend them back in toho gakuen, a music school where he previously attended. a slight sneer broke past the young male’s pale pink lips as he walked past some students as he walked up along the stairs, glaring here and there. you could say that he was pretty much a loner. not that he cared whether if people were scared of him or not. as far as he was concerned, he only had one more year in this crappy place then he could go back to tokyo and do whatever shit he wanted to do. and do you know what the best thing about it was?

that his old man couldn’t do anything about it. when he returned to tokyo, he was planning to get a place of his own so he wouldn’t have to return to his old home place where he previously lived with his family. eventually raidon stood outside of his class door and mentally shrugged off the fact that the class had started and simply opened the door and closed it behind him and lifted his head to glance up to see that the teacher was apparently asking some dumb question about why the students decided to attend the class here and let out a tch. not a word escaped from raidon’s pale pink lips as he walked past the teacher and made his way to a seat that was already occupied which was at the window, third row from the back. frankly he couldn’t give a toss whether if the students noticed him or not. if anything, the teacher should think himself lucky that raidon was even bothering to attend really. the young male headed over to the occupied seat and glared down the said student in a cold, emotionless way.

raidon then motioned with his head to move in a sharp manner. the intimidated student pulled back the chair and gathered up his books, and moved allowing raidon to promptly sat himself down, slouching somewhat. he then spread his long legs underneath the desk and diverted his attention to the window. the headphones were still inside his ears, hidden underneath his hair. if he was aware of the whispers from the back about him, he didn’t show any reaction whatsoever. he always used to sit at this particular seat even back in school in tokyo you could say that this was his place as if it was reserved in his name. but really, call it a habit. he always sat at the same seat at the same row. a scoff almost broke past raidon’s pale pink lips as he allowed himself to think over the teacher’s question and mentally rolled his eyes. the answers that the other students were pretty predictable, generic even. did they even realise what it really meant to follow the music path and what it stood for? he doubted it.

[ANDROMEDA MARIE WYNTER]

Honestly, the moment Rome sat down at her seat she didn't pay much attention to anyone else in the class. She was in her own mind, silently singing to the song that was stuck in her head, as she tapped her foot to the beat of the song, and drummed her fingers on her thigh. The sad thing was that she didn't even really like this song, it just happened to be one of those annoying songs that got stuck in one's head and never seemed to leave it.

She was startled at first when the voice of the teacher soon came into the song, and oddly enough sounded perfect to the tune that was along with it. She almost laughed at that fact, but she decided to keep her mouth shut as she sat there. She didn't even hear what he had said because she found the unorthodox of that moment too hilarious. Rome then heard the words of the students coming into her head and slowly she came to focus. Though, it was unfortunate that her focus was tuned in when the blond girl was talking.

Her voice was obnoxious, though Rome was trying to be "nice" and not say anything or make a disrespectful face at the girl. From the start Rome assumed this girl would become Mr. D'Antoine's favorite; not that she needed her ego to get any bigger than it already was. It was obvious from the girls' statement that she already thought highly of herself, and that wanting to make herself better was probably obsolete seeing as how she was already so "perfect." Simply, Rome rolled her eyes. Not specifically toward the girl, just in general, but she herself knew exactly to whom she rolled her eyes at.

Rome hadn't really paid much attention to anyone else in the class, with the exception of the teacher, the boy with the dreads from her creative writing class, and the blond. If there was anyone else she didn't pay attention too. Luckily, just from the blond girl she assumed the question that the teacher had asked so she could answer him when it was her turn.

"I want to be just as good as you, sir," she was being lightly sarcastic with her flattery, but she cleared her throat before she continued. "I just want to be good enough to do something more with it in my life. Music has always been there, and I love singing. So, why not?" She shrugged him off, crossing her legs and rolling her eyes again as she tuned out the rest of her class mates. She honestly didn't care so much about why they were there. They were there, she was there, obvious it was because they wanted to learn to sound better. What else could there be.

So maybe she cared a little bit, as to what this class would entail... But she didn't care about the people in the class - she decided to look about and size up everyone. First her eyes landed on the boy with dreads, and she had no problems with him, so she smiled. Well, her only issue is that he seemed a little shy, but who wasn't shy these days? Then the blond, which she decided she wouldn't like, at all. Her eyes then fell on the boy, who closely resembled a girl, who just seemed to sit there and stare at nothing. What was his deal? An Asian dude was next in her line of vision... Seriously, an Asian?

Rolling her eyes again she grumbled to herself as she continued to look around and her eyes landed on the other Asian. Rome sighed and decided she didn't want to look around any more. She couldn't handle seeing the face of her classmates; not today, not for this class. Plus, she knew that she probably wouldn't get along with most of them, they would hate her and she would hate them. So sizing them up, and looking around to judge them wasn't even worth it for this class.

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[chord]

Chord noted the silence he was receiving from some of the students as well as the less enthusiastic responses of some of the others. He had expected it- after all, this was a class and not a place to goof off and have fun. That said, he was not going to stand for any disruptions in his class.

"Alright, well, then. I think I've gotten a good picture. For those of you who came in late or refuse to answer, don't bother coming to class tomorrow. If you're not going to take this seriously, I'm not going to take you seriously." his ice blue eyes stared down the class. If looks could kill, his would be lethal.

Finally, he was in the position of power where he could call the shots. He had always hated when his classmates disrupted the class or seemed to care less about music than those who lived and breathed it, as he did. "Right, well, consider that your warning. Today, we're going to dive right into song. Pick a song, any song, it doesn't have to be classical for this session. I will be assessing your voices and grading you according to this score card. Your homework will be to choose one of your weaknesses and work on it for next class. We will perfect each area until you can sing properly."

Chord wasn't going to teach just classical voice. In fact, he planned to branch all of them out so that they would be multi-talented. But right now, he was going to let the students sing their own way. "Do we have any volunteers? Or do I have to pick?

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[yukio]

Yukio listened as other students gave their own reasoning for
taking this class. He truly wasn't interested, but that mean he
would be rude and completely block them out at the same
time. Instead he looked up at the teacher with those dark eyes,
trying to figure out the young man's age. Surely, the other
couldn't be much older than him or if he did then he was
carrying his age extremely well. Was the other even qualified to
teach?

No, he shouldn't think such things, it as not proper to do as
such. Yukio waited patiently for his own turn to speak, letting
the young ladies speak as they wished before him. The last one
sounding a bit rude to Yukio, but he couldn't say if she truly
meant it that way. "I took similar classes in my previous school,
Toho Gauken in Japan, and I wish to continue such here," he
stated hoping that was enough to appease the pale blond man
in the front of the class.

Then one of the sole reasons he had come to this school
walked into the classroom, a reason that at the moment he
couldn't truly remember himself anymore. Yukio watched as the
other moved without a care for anyone else and then made the
other student leave his seat on top of it all. To say he was angry
wasn't right, he was disappointed at such actions of his old
friend. A friend that may had left for a entire different continent
and may not consider him a friend, but still that was no way to
act. Without out a word, Yukio reached over his desk knowing
the other male to well. His hand catching on the wire trying to
pull the head phone out before sitting back all the way in his
seat.

It had been a stupid thing to do, especially during class but
Raidon should have known better. Then Mr. D'antoine spoke
again, asking for volunteers. He had no idea what to sing and
hopefully he would have time to think before he was to sing.

[VALERIE CARELLE]

Valerie listened to the rest of the room, evaluating her classmates based on first impressions. Atticus didn't seem inclined to speak and had stared the teacher down defiantly as though just asking for a reason for the young man to challenge his decision. She found it slightly impressive, but such was wasted in a class like this. Unless he really didn't care about his grades then he was going to have to say something eventually, even if it was on his own terms.

The girl, whom she knew as Andromeda, spoke after the Asian boy arrived and had settled himself into his seat. She leaned back in her seat, tapping her nails softly against the desk and glancing back up at the clock.

When the teacher asked for volunteers, Valerie raised her hand, getting up from her seat. "I'll go first Mr. D'Antoine." She said without glancing at him or waiting for approval. He had been the one to ask for volunteers after-all and she didn't feel she needed to explain herself.

Valerie thought she was talented only because she was talented. The blonde was not one who would attempt something she knew she wasn't fit for or mediocre in. Ever since she was a child she had been extremely competitive. She did things she knew she excelled at, because her desire was to be the best.

However she highly doubted that the teacher much cared about that, he probably would be hard-pressed to find any of them impressive. He had probably had more training and experience than the entire lot of them, which was why he was hired to teach. Valerie was sure this room held a good bit of talent, but he would be expecting that. She didn't really care if he thought she was trying to show off. Honestly singing was the one thing she didn't put up pretense for. She didn't care what any of them thought because for her it was a deeply personal thing.

"I'm going to sing Anna Ternheim's cover of The Shoreline, because it reflects my vocal style." She said shortly, as an explanation, not even looking at the rest of the class or the teacher. She seemed collected and sure of herself and began to sing.

Her voice had a lovely, dark tone to it, slightly rough which didn't quite seem to mesh with her outward appearance. The song itself was a cover of a Daniel Broder song, and it had a hauntingly, melancholic feel to it that translated well through her voice.

She was obviously trained, but there was something deeper under the surface of her voice that was more than perfunctory technique. This wasn't just some show and tell for her, this was important.

"You die when you're young...."

Lingering on the last dark notes she came back to the classroom and nodded towards the teacher, going back to her seat and expecting he would say something if he something to say.

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[ANDROMEDA MARIE WYNTER]

Rome sat there listening to the blond girl sing. It almost felt like sitting in the chair at the dentists office and having a root canal without the Novocaine. Though, it may or may not have been just her that felt the same way. Unfortunately Rome continued to find herself listening to the insufferable blond that she had already come to dislike, and she didn't even know the girl well - and she wasn't intending on getting to know the girl. As she sat there, in discomfort, she almost fell asleep as the girl sang. Rome had to admit that her voice was quite rugged and intense, but Rome didn't quite like the girl so she would never admit that she liked her singing. Even if it were the truth; but when did Rome ever tell the truth any more?

Andromeda gave a few rude smirks as the blond sang; she wasn't about to give the girl a chance to think she liked her in the slightest. Honestly, Rome didn't even care if that made the girl dislike her. Personally, Rome never really cared for having people like her if she had to be fake. They were going to get what they got with Rome, and a sarcastic bitch was exactly what she was. So, that's what they got. Giving a few eye rolls and a fake yawn through the performance she nodded off as if to say she was bored and tired. Which, she was, even if she was slightly intrigued by the voice that came out of the girl.

When the girl finally took a seat, Rome made an expression that could have been taken as a thank-the-Lord face, which she had been counting on. Normally Rome wouldn't volunteer herself up for silly things like this, or she'd wait until almost the end of class and volunteer, but when no one else took the opportunity to go, she thought she may as well get this out of the fucking way. It's not like Rome had anything better to do. When she stood she let out a bored sigh, as if she couldn't be bothered and she couldn't wait until this was over and stood in front of the room.

Smirking she copied the girl before her in a mocking yet airy voice. "I'm singing this song because it's stuck in my head," she sighed, "And the song actually kind of speaks to me even if I don't like it so much... But yea." She smiled and paused for a moment, looking from the teacher to the bored faces of her classmates. Don't get too enthusiastic ass holes, she thought to herself. She went over the lyrics and the beat in her head rather quickly before she put on a quick smile and began singing.

Starting with the first line, "I'm miss autonomy, miss nowhere..." Rome's voice was dark and expressive. As she sang her eyes were dark as well, her voice rugged and deep. Though the song fit her mood and behavior it didn't quite fit her voice as other songs did, but Rome was talented enough to cover that up by making it her own in a way. She continued to sing, looking far off. It was almost as if she wasn't in the classroom anymore, as if she wasn't quite anywhere but she was everywhere at the same time.

In a way this song fit the girl's life way too much. The more she sang the more she became expressive. It was as if she wasn't herself anymore, she was a different person. It was as if she was a performer. As she came to the ending of the song, she put a lot of emphasis and power behind her favorite lines. And even though it wasn't quite the ending of the song, it seemed to be the most powerful according to her. "And as I watch you disappear into my head, well, there's a man who’s telling me I might be dead." Her eyes were darker than usual at that point, and it was almost as if she was completely gone, like she was dead. But no sooner had she said the last line she stood there for a long second, looking at her classmates.

Rolling her eyes, she put on a fake smile and plopped back down into her chair. Yea, that sucked balls.

730 // class // she sings o-o

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