Musical Frustration. (OPEN.)

Subject: Musical Frustration. (OPEN.) Sun Jan 08, 2012 8:46 am

ELLIOT BECKETT

Elliot was just chillin' in his room that day. The lazy afternoon sun streamed through the glass windows of the Apollo cabin, making the heat of the day hover around the room. Beads of sweat were forming on Elliot's forehead as he sat, Indian-style, on his bed, guitar placed carefully on his legs, ready to be played. A pad of yellow legal paper was laid out in front of him, as well as a pencil that was thrown a little to the left of it.

Crumpled bits of yellow paper were strewn all around him, and some had fallen onto the floor. His side of the room was an utter disaster. There was eraser shavings all over his bed sheets and on the floor, the trashcan was filled to the brim.

With a few careless strums on his guitar, Elliot tried to make a melody.

C. E sharp. F. B flat.

"No, that sounded stupid." He said, angrily scratching out a few written lines on his current project. The pencil almost broke. He tried a few new chords.

D. E minor. C.

"That sounded okay, but a bit mediocre." He said, seeing how his fingers traced the chords with ease. "Okay, a lot mediocre. Seems like a common chord combination." He wrote down the notes of the three chords, planning on maybe change them for a decent chord progression. He racked his mind for ideas, but it went blank.

He hated those days, when he had a melody in mind, but nothing else seemed to come out. Elliot groaned at he threw the pencil down onto the paper and ran a hand through his hair.

In that moment, his roommate walked in. Elliot's eyes widened and made a quick scan of the room. It was a mess. Well, it certainly wasn't a mess this morning, when his roommate left. His cheeks reddened as he looked at the person standing in the door.

"I'll, uh, I promise to clean it up?" He said, throwing in a smile.

Note: HI! His roommate can be anyone really. As in anyone. As long as it's a guy because I think having a girl for a roommate for an 18 year old would be er, weird and inappropriate.

Subject: Re: Musical Frustration. (OPEN.) Sun Jan 08, 2012 2:39 pm

-Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love I loved the most!
I learned to live, half alive,
And now you want me one more time!
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Hale Drem:

Hale's eyes widened upon first entering his room. During his last "term in office" Hale had been given his very own Cabin Leader room, but in order to make the renovations possible, he had been required to share a room. It was just one other person, one of his brothers, in the bedroom, but it was still a change. There wasn't usually a change in the design every time he left the room. Today, though, was different. Hale's roommate had arrived.

Closing his eyes to think, Hale shrugged, plopping down onto his bed. "I don't really mind the mess," Hale confessed, tossing a crumpled up piece of paper off of his pillow. "I mean, you probably get tired of Truckee." Hale stuck out his thumb and used it to point to the Black Lab sleeping soundlessly in the corner of the room. It was hard to believe, but the cabin leader's little friend was already a year old. He was finished growing, and was much larger than he'd ever been. Though Truckee was usually by Hale's side, the younger Apollo boy could imagine what it would be like when the beast was alone.

Chuckling, the boy clutched his side before the sign of joy could turn into a fit of laughter. That often happened with Hale. He easily got carried away. Now that he was 13, it was probably time he maned up. He was a teenager, and though he thought like a full grown adult, his personality didn't show it.

"What'cha written'?" Hale asked, mimicking the Disney show almost perfectly. He had never really talked to his roommate very much, and sometimes conversations were awkward, but Hale tried his best to keep up conversation. "I figured it wasn't going well, because of the . . . you know . . ." Gesturing to the mess of papers and random items, he shrugged. "This. I wrote a song once. I'm a musician, though. I can't sing." Fishing through his pocket until he found his guitar pick--the one Apollo had given him for his last birthday--Hale held up to triangular shaped object. His heart swelled with pride and he managed a pompous smile. "I like guitar. And piano. And I can play drums, but their sound isn't that nice." Instruments used to be a release for Hale. They still were, whenever he thought about his mom, or his brother, or his sister. And there was also Zan and Gen . . . Life had never really been easy on the boy of only 13.

-Let us die young or let us live forever!
We don't have the power, but we never say never!
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip.
The music's for the sad men!

Subject: Re: Musical Frustration. (OPEN.) Mon Jan 09, 2012 8:41 am

ELLIOT BECKETT

Elliot's eyes followed his thumb to the lab, and he just smiled and waved it away. The curly haired musician didn't really mind getting roomed with a thirteen year old kid, though it was kind of weird considering the guy was probably just going into puberty and Elliot was leaving it. Still, he respected the kid a lot, though they've never really talked. Cabin leader at thirteen? He's something.

"Nah, dude. I love dogs. Got one at home." He smiled wide, remember dear ole Joey, who wasn't very big. He was supposed to grow real big but the vet said something about him being a runt. Elliot didn't mind. They matched. He was eighteen and hadn't gone past 5'8. It was sad, really. "I miss him. Truckee reminds me of him a lil' bit, 'cept Joey was golden brown."

Hale gestured around the room and asked what he was writing. Elliot smiled at the kid, who, being a son of Apollo, probably knew a lot about music like he did. Rummaging over the stack of not crumpled paper on his bed, and pulled out one that was covered with scratches and scrawl from top to bottom, from back to front.

"I'm trying to finish this song I started the other day." The bushy haired boy held up one sheet of paper, which was barely readable. Considering his dyslexia, he had written a lot of it in Greek, but the song was played in the direct English translation. After a second of holding the paper up, he put it back down and search for another sheet. "But I got frustrated and started writing another song." He continued, and then pointed at the last piece of paper he had been writing on, "But then I realized writing two songs at the same time was, although ambitious, confusing the hell out of me so I went back to the first one."

The young boy pulled out a pick, which was, in Elliot's opinion, simply gorgeous. "Oh, you play guitar too?" Elliot spent a lot of time outside the room, and most of the time resorted to the outdoors when he wrote, but today was different and the soft pillows called to him. He must've have noticed that his roommate played guitar too. But he didn't. Shame on him.

"Maybe you could have a listen. You know, see if it's any good." Elliot offered, hoping that maybe a second opinion would help his art block. He wasn't one to ask for help, or for people's opinion, especially when it came to his music. His music was his and his alone, but he hadn't had a block this disastrous since that summer two years ago when he first realized that his voice was angry at him and wanted to change.

He played a few chords of the first song for him, but not before scratching out the last few chords he had written. They were wrong.

E. Esus4. E. Esus4. C#m. The strumming was intricate, and the plucking was rather hard to reach but Elliot managed it. He always managed it.

"Say, wasn't that a funny day?" His voice was deep and masculine, flawlessly reaching singing the words and the notes that he had written. "Gee, you had a funny way—a way about you. A kind of glow of something new." He stopped in the middle, and the sound hung in the air for a second before he looked expectantly at the boy and said, "So, what do you think?"

Note: LOL SHAMELESS USE OF DARREN CRISS' MUSIC DON'T SUE ME PLZ. also i changed the picture because that's what he looks like in the room, glasses and all lol. also excuse the word vomit. been a long day in school.

Subject: Re: Musical Frustration. (OPEN.) Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:56 pm

-Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love I loved the most!
I learned to live, half alive,
And now you want me one more time!
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Hale Drem:

"If you ever feel up for trying to bring . . . Joey? . . . to camp, I wouldn't mind. 'Sounds like you miss him." Pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, Hale managed not to bring up his mother. Elliot didn't need to know about his loss. Weighting others down was something Hale tried his best to avoid. "And Truckee would be cool with it!" Hale added optimistically, ignoring the thought nipping at the back of his mind: 'Maybe he can't bring Joey to camp.'

"Ouuuh! A song!" Hale jumped on his bed once, then sat respectively, ready to listen. He needed to give his brother undivided attention in order to be a good audience member. It was really what Hale liked to be done to him. "Start when you're ready!"

The little boy was unprepared for the music that reached his ears as Elliot began strumming the beautiful guitar. 'A kind of glow of something new.' Hale nodded at those lyrics, pressing his lips together to keep from smiling like a buffoon. "I can relate to the lyrics . . ." Hale agreed, bobbing his head. "My girlfriend . . . She's somewhere. She's not safe--" the Cabin Leader fumbled with his hands as he tried to explain. "She glows. I don't know . . . Maybe it's just because she's a star nymph, but--" Fighting a smile, Hale furrowed his brow. "She's such a bright person."

Suddenly wondering where his brother got the inspiration for the song, Hale threw his hands into the air. "I'm bad with words, except for this one song I wrote . . . But I can tell you about it later. How'd you write your lyrics? Do you have a girliefriend?" Mocking Elliot and cracking a small smile, Hale raised an eyebrow. It was how he typically showed that he expected an answer. "Any girl catch your fancy?"

-Let us die young or let us live forever!
We don't have the power, but we never say never!
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip.
The music's for the sad men!

((Ha ha, everything's cool. xD I'M 12, BUT I CAN TAKE IT! And just that fact that you use Darren Criss itself makes me forgive you for ANYTHING that you do "wrong." I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. D8 You write good posts. I seriously wonder where you've been all my life. THE CUPBOARD IS NOT THE ANSWER I'M LOOKING FOR. xD You're my new best friend. YES!
P.S. Sorry for the short post. I ran out of things to ramble about. xD))

Subject: Re: Musical Frustration. (OPEN.) Tue Jan 10, 2012 11:20 pm

ELLIOT BECKETT

Bring Joey? To camp? Elliot almost laughed, considering how rambunctious that dog was. Even if the guy could run around in a hundred hectare piece of land, he'd choose the city where he could bug people. "The last thing I need is something else about me to bug the other campers." He laughed, knowing full well that even though his impromptu concerts were flawless (usually) and pleasant to hear, sometimes the people who didn't appreciate music scolded him. "Besides, without me there, it's better that my parents have him." He continued, "It's like when, uh, they say when a couple's not ready for a kid, they get a dog? Yeah, my parents have a dog 'cause their kid is here." His tone was cheerful, but then he pursed his lips and added, "But in retrospect, that does sound kinda sad. Kinda makes me want to give 'em a call right now."

Elliot's spirited perked up when the kid showed interest. Well, it was likely that he would. Son of Apollo and all. Unless he was one of those guys with a superiority complex and refused to listen songs that weren't their own or by the bands they like. Elliot never expected much when he was playing for one person. Usually it was a crowd he had to keep entertained. The energy was more alive, and they were smiling and cheering and it was wonderful. With a single person it was different. They were going to judge, and he hoped that this kid wasn't some kind of uber professional musical genius because heaven knows Elliot isn't.

Elliot had to stop himself for letting out a breath of relief when the kid didn't go to bash him or anything. "That's great." He said, when Hale said he could relate to the lyrics. It's always good to make lyrics specific enough to be unique, but vague enough to be relatable. Though he was kind of sad he didn't comment on the chords, which were really what he was worried about.

Hale then went on about a girlfriend, which Elliot found rather strange for a kid his age. Well, he was eighteen for god's sake and he has never even gotten a girl to go out with him. He doesn't know what it is about him. Maybe he's a bit weird.

A blush creeped onto his face when the kid asked if a girl caught his fancy. Guess he could tell him about her, since they were roommates and all. No use keeping secrets when their underwear drawers were in the same room.

He put his guitar aside, and scratched the back of his neck. A shy smile appeared on his lips. "Well, there is this one girl." He remembered her bright wide smile and those light eyes that shifted from blue, to green, to silver and to everything in between. Like staring into the milky way. "She's a daughter of, um, Terpischore. Who wouldn't like them, right? And she's the sweetest girl I've ever met. Always so nice and man, can she dance." Elliot's smile turn into a sappy one, and he looked into the distance, but then his voice became sad. "I've been, um, trying to get her attention for a while, but no dice. She's been avoiding me like a plague lately and I'm wondering if it's something that I did." He sighed, biting his lip. And the brightened up again. "That's why I'm writing this song for her. I thought, well, maybe if she saw how much I actually liked her, she'd give me a chance, ya know?"

He pouted, "Girls are confusing."

Note: oh my god i hadn't realized how long that was. i just wrote this in between my classes and oh my god what is wrong with me dude i hope you like reading. that's even longer than my other post jc. AND I ACCEPT YOUR BEST FRIENDSHIPNESS BECAUSE ANYONE WHO LOVES DARREN IS A FRIEND OF MINE, JS. also this girl isn't an actual character i made her up and she's just a plot device she's in another plot too so yeah hihihi.

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