Jason quietly at the bench of the piano, slowly tickling the keys of the big grand that filled the floor of the music room, playing a tuneless trill of notes. Great, now you're doing the equivalent of doodling. He'd come to the room after normal classes; Sister Mary Carmen often gave him the run of the room knowing that, while working on the keyboard in his room was adequate, it didn't compare to a real grand.
"Well, as long as I'm just fooling around, and not working yet, might as well warm up."
He bent back over the piano, which always seemed to be perfectly in tune. Another marvel of Mary Carmen's dedication to the arts. The tuneless melody he'd been playing soon coalesqued into something recognizable, and Jason added his voice to the music. He'd not bothered to shut the door, and the music softly wafted out into the hall.
`I remember days full of restlesness and fury.
I remember nights that were drunk on dreams.
I remember someone who hungered for the glory
I remember her but it seems...she's gone...
Where's the Girl?
Where's the girl with that blaze in her eyes?
Where's the girl with that gaze of surprise?
Now and then I still dream she's beside me
Where's the Girl
Who could turn on the edge of a knife?
Where's the girl who was burning for life?
I can still feel her breathing beside me
And I know,
She remembers how fearless it feels
To take off with the wind at her heels.
She and I took this world like a storm!
Come again!
Let the girl in your heart tumble free
Bring your renegade heart home to me
In the dark of the morning,
I'll warm you, I'll rouse you.
Margueritte,
Don't forget that I know who you are.
We were cut from the same surly star,
Like two jewels in the sky, sharing fire
Where's the girl,
So alive and still asking for more
We had dreams that were worth dying for.
We were caught in the eye of the storm!
Come again!
Let the girl in your heart tumble free.
Bring your renegade heart home to me
In the dark of the morning I'll warm you,
I'll rouse you...
Where's the girl?
Is she gazing at me with surprise?
Do I still see a blaze in her eyes?
Am I dreaming or is she beside me...now...?
He brought the music to a close with a smile. "Always liked that show." Now he'd gotten the kinks out and leaned over the stand that held the sheet music, and started to make some notations on the song he'd been working on. Looking satisfied and somewhat oblivious to his surroundings now that he'd started to work in earnest he set his fingers to the keyboard once again. This melody harder and more driving than the song from The Scarlet Pimpernell he'd just sung.
`Expectations pushed upon a younger heart
A course, a path, life charted out
Do what's expected...excel at all costs
Pushed towards other's desires
Do you see me, do you care
I'm not you, can't live your life
Your dreams and goals are not my own
I have my own wants, needs, desires
In your shadow I cannot thrive
I'll follow my own path to survive
Is your love measured only in my success
You push me harder, I can not fail
You hold me to your narrow vision
You don't let me dream
Do you see me, do you care
I'm not you, can't live your life
Your dreams and goals are not my own
I have my own wants, needs, desires
In your shadow I cannot thrive
I'll follow my own path to survive
You failed to reach your milestones
Now you expect me to fill the void.
That hollow, empty spot you have
Can't be filled by my life.
Do you see me, do you care
I'm not your, can't live your life
Your dreams and goals are not my own
I have my own wants, needs, desires
In your shadow I cannot thrive
I'll follow my own path to survive
I'll follow you wish no more
On my own, Ill find my way
Beyond your failed goals
I'll find the person I was meant to be
Do you see me, do you care
I'm not you, can't live your life
Your dreams and goals are not my own
I have my own wants, needs, desires
In your shadow, I cannot thrive
I'll follow my own path to survive.
Jason brought the song to a close, and sat for a moment with his eyes closed, replaying the driving tune in his head and let a small smile play across his mouth. He nodded slowly "Yeah, that's got some teeth. I think I'm happy with that."
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Kris smiled and hovered through the room, while Jason played, to the storage room connected to the music room, and left the door open. With impish delight she sat at the bavarian harpsichorde in there, and waited for the music to stop. By ear she improvised for the harpsichorde, what he had played.
It was a bit rough at first, but as she continued, the music improved. She didn't think she could ever be as good as the young star, but she was concert quality, according to her last teacher, before St Joe's. Finally, she finished, hoping the music drifted through the open door, and that he might want to do a little dueling keyboards. She couldn't believe she was anonymously playing for a star!
It was a bit rough at first, but as she continued, the music improved. She didn't think she could ever be as good as the young star, but she was concert quality, according to her last teacher, before St Joe's. Finally, she finished, hoping the music drifted through the open door, and that he might want to do a little dueling keyboards. She couldn't believe she was anonymously playing for a star!
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Jason caught the strains of music being played, and did a double take. "....harpsichorde?" He was impressed, not too many people could play the intstrument at all, not to mention well. He leaned to the keys, and played a small Mozart clip, and grinned as he stopped and waited for the Harpsi to answer.
As the Harpsichorde played, Jason crept up to the door to the storage room, knowing that the piece would be challenging and would require concentration. As the chords left the instrument, Jason spotted Kris concentrating over the keyboard. He leaned up against the doorframe with one leg crossed over the other at the ankle and waited for her to finish. Then, he started to applaud lightly.
"It's a tough instrument to play, and get to sound right. I'm impressed."
As the Harpsichorde played, Jason crept up to the door to the storage room, knowing that the piece would be challenging and would require concentration. As the chords left the instrument, Jason spotted Kris concentrating over the keyboard. He leaned up against the doorframe with one leg crossed over the other at the ankle and waited for her to finish. Then, he started to applaud lightly.
"It's a tough instrument to play, and get to sound right. I'm impressed."
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Kris started with a girlish yelp. Looking up to the door, she blushed to see it was Jason. she fidgeted for a moment, then stood up.
"I... I, uhmmm... I took lessons all of my life," she replied a little nervously. "My mother insisted it was one of the family traditions from her home worth keeping. I also play piano... Oh! I'm studying violin, finally."
The redhead hardly was aware she was visibly trembling.
"I... I, uhmmm... I took lessons all of my life," she replied a little nervously. "My mother insisted it was one of the family traditions from her home worth keeping. I also play piano... Oh! I'm studying violin, finally."
The redhead hardly was aware she was visibly trembling.
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Jason grinned a bit at the girl's nervousness, and looked away while she fidgeted. He looked up again and noticed the girl's blush.
Smiling, he looked at her, "I love the violin. You know that most people say that that instrument is the closest we've come to the actual human voice?" He continued to lean on the doorway, trying to help the girl be at least a bit at ease.
Smiling, he looked at her, "I love the violin. You know that most people say that that instrument is the closest we've come to the actual human voice?" He continued to lean on the doorway, trying to help the girl be at least a bit at ease.
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"Y-yeah," she more exhaled than spoke. "There are more intonations in the violin, than any other instrument, except maybe the bagpipe. But, those aren't incredibly evocative of emotions, usually. I-I'm sorry. I'm Kris. Kris O'Sullivan."
Kris took the time to breathe, and felt better. Relaxing a little, she decided to keep talking.
"I love your music," she nodded. "Not to fond of the camera stuff, but your music is... It's wonderful. Kind of odd, really. I usually either listen to techno or classical music. You happen to be a guilty pleasure of mine."
Kris took the time to breathe, and felt better. Relaxing a little, she decided to keep talking.
"I love your music," she nodded. "Not to fond of the camera stuff, but your music is... It's wonderful. Kind of odd, really. I usually either listen to techno or classical music. You happen to be a guilty pleasure of mine."
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Jason let sharp laugh "Better not say that too loud, or the rumor mill will start spewing out stuff. You should probably phrase it as my music is a guilty pleasure." Jason winked. "To tell you the truth, I'm not too fond of the film stuff either." Jason closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath through his nose, holding it for a second, "Mmm, but give me the oaken slats, curtains, the smell of makeup in the dressing room, the sound of people filling an auditorium, the sound of the orchestra tuning before curtain," He tilted his head back a bit "the bustle as everyone gets to places. The heat as the lights hit you, and the feeling you get..." Jason opened his eyes to look at the red haired girl, "the rush. It's like all of the people in the auditorium feed you energy."
Jason laughed, slightly embarassed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get all nostalgic on you."
Jason laughed, slightly embarassed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get all nostalgic on you."
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Lucia half ran down the hallway towards to music room, schoolbag slung over her shoulder, and hoped that Jason would be in there practicing. She had stopped by earlier in the day, during one of her free periods, but the music room had been empty. True, he had invited her to watch him pratice in the morning, but apparently their schedules hadn't matched, and Lucia was to nervous to attempt to cut classes.
She half slid around the corner, her sneakers squeaking on the wooden floor. She didn't come into the area much, music not being something she was good at, unless you counted musical appreciation.
It was surprisingly quiet in that wing of the school. She slowed down as she neared the music room, expecting to find it empty yet again. She surpressed a sigh of disappointment. She had really wanted to see Jason practice too...
She peeked into the room, and smiled when she saw the familiar appearance of the blonde star. His back was turned to her, and he seemed to be looking into the storage closet. She stepped into the room, and was able to make out the sound of a female voice also in the closet.
Kris! Irrational annoyance flared up inside Lucia, though she managed to keep it from showing on her face. She was quite fond of her red-haired roommate, but honestly! That girl had the uncanny ability to show up at the wrong time.
What does it matter anyways, Lucia? You're just some stupid star-struck fan to him. He'll never actually think of you as anything else...
Lucia walked into the room, and moved towards the closet.
"H-hi, Jason! I thought I heard you in here." She caught sight of her roommate sitting at the harpsichord inside of the storage room, and forced herself to smile.
"Hey, roomie! You in here practicing again?"
I really wish she'd find something else to do... I'm nothing special compared to her.
She half slid around the corner, her sneakers squeaking on the wooden floor. She didn't come into the area much, music not being something she was good at, unless you counted musical appreciation.
It was surprisingly quiet in that wing of the school. She slowed down as she neared the music room, expecting to find it empty yet again. She surpressed a sigh of disappointment. She had really wanted to see Jason practice too...
She peeked into the room, and smiled when she saw the familiar appearance of the blonde star. His back was turned to her, and he seemed to be looking into the storage closet. She stepped into the room, and was able to make out the sound of a female voice also in the closet.
Kris! Irrational annoyance flared up inside Lucia, though she managed to keep it from showing on her face. She was quite fond of her red-haired roommate, but honestly! That girl had the uncanny ability to show up at the wrong time.
What does it matter anyways, Lucia? You're just some stupid star-struck fan to him. He'll never actually think of you as anything else...
Lucia walked into the room, and moved towards the closet.
"H-hi, Jason! I thought I heard you in here." She caught sight of her roommate sitting at the harpsichord inside of the storage room, and forced herself to smile.
"Hey, roomie! You in here practicing again?"
I really wish she'd find something else to do... I'm nothing special compared to her.
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Where there is pain, let me bring healing.
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
"Hey, roomie! You in here practicing again?"
Jason turned at the sound of the new voice, and smiled. "Hello, Lucia! Nah, she heard me playing and came in here. I didn't even know anyone played the harpsi anymore." He looked back at Kris, "You guys are roomies? That's great. They've got me in some hall somewhere until they get a regular room ready for me."
Jason leaned back against the doorframe again, "Lucia, I'd just started on some of the new stuff I've got done, plus working on a cover of another friend of mine's, so your timing is great. Kris, you can lend your ear too. It's always good to get another opinion." He offered his arm to Lucia, as he moved to the door. Looking back, noticing Kris' hesitation he smiled "C'mon." offering her his other arm as he headed to the piano.
Jason turned at the sound of the new voice, and smiled. "Hello, Lucia! Nah, she heard me playing and came in here. I didn't even know anyone played the harpsi anymore." He looked back at Kris, "You guys are roomies? That's great. They've got me in some hall somewhere until they get a regular room ready for me."
Jason leaned back against the doorframe again, "Lucia, I'd just started on some of the new stuff I've got done, plus working on a cover of another friend of mine's, so your timing is great. Kris, you can lend your ear too. It's always good to get another opinion." He offered his arm to Lucia, as he moved to the door. Looking back, noticing Kris' hesitation he smiled "C'mon." offering her his other arm as he headed to the piano.
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"Actually, I need to catch up with Annie. Sitting here talking with you helped me figure some things out that may help her," she said, glancing only briefly to Lucia before looking to the ground guiltily. "Then a paper on Madame Bovary. I hate that book, by the way. You two go and have fun! There's always another time."
Kris collected a few things, and allowed the other two to leave first. She felt so bad for doing whatever it was that upset Lucia with her. Not only that, but she was certain her friend had an inferiority complex, because of it. Kris really didn't mean to cause such harm. She hated that she couldn't get it right. Ever.
Kris collected a few things, and allowed the other two to leave first. She felt so bad for doing whatever it was that upset Lucia with her. Not only that, but she was certain her friend had an inferiority complex, because of it. Kris really didn't mean to cause such harm. She hated that she couldn't get it right. Ever.
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Lucia smiled brightly at her roommate as she left, her mood lightening almost immediately. "Okay, Kris. Say "hi" to Annie for me, 'kay?" She let her schoolbag slid down to rest on the floor near the wall, and turned to Jason.
"Thanks for inviting me to listen in to your practice. I've been looking forward to it all day," she said with a smile. She couldn't quite bring herself to accepting the offered arm, she was still far too shy...
"Thanks for inviting me to listen in to your practice. I've been looking forward to it all day," she said with a smile. She couldn't quite bring herself to accepting the offered arm, she was still far too shy...
Where there is pain, let me bring healing.
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
Jason looked down at Lucia, smiling wryly as she refused to take his arm. He'd seen it before, people too cowed by "celebrity" to act normal. He didn't take offense to it. He didn't understand it either. He really didn't think there was anything special about what he did. He'd already seen students at the school who were talented, and definitely beautiful. The only difference was timing, and location, really. Celebrities just happened to be in the right place at the right time. He thought about that for a moment as he lead Lucia to the piano. He hoped he had it right when he thought of it as owing the fans, since they were really what offered him fame.
He pulled out the bench seat for the piano, and slid it over to the side, sitting on the edge, offering Lucia the rest of the bench to sit. Putting on his best 'ole west pianoman' voice he turned to her. "So, what's yer poison, m'am? Any little ditty ya wish ta hear?" he said grinning.
He pulled out the bench seat for the piano, and slid it over to the side, sitting on the edge, offering Lucia the rest of the bench to sit. Putting on his best 'ole west pianoman' voice he turned to her. "So, what's yer poison, m'am? Any little ditty ya wish ta hear?" he said grinning.
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"So, what's yer poison, m'am? Any little ditty ya wish ta hear?" he said grinning.
Lucia could think of a dozen songs she'd love to hear him play. After all, she'd listend to his albums over and over again, while studying, while lounging around school, and even when she'd been out exploring the city.
And she couldn't manage to even say a single one. How disappointing. Why was she so shy?
Silly little girl with silly little emotions...when are you going to learn? Emotions only ruin everything.
Lucia blushed a bright scarlet, and looked down at her feet. "You- you should play whatever you want to play..." she said, in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
Lucia could think of a dozen songs she'd love to hear him play. After all, she'd listend to his albums over and over again, while studying, while lounging around school, and even when she'd been out exploring the city.
And she couldn't manage to even say a single one. How disappointing. Why was she so shy?
Silly little girl with silly little emotions...when are you going to learn? Emotions only ruin everything.
Lucia blushed a bright scarlet, and looked down at her feet. "You- you should play whatever you want to play..." she said, in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
Where there is pain, let me bring healing.
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
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Jason chuckles, and raises a brow, "You sure?" His response was a shy nod from Lucia. "Okay, but remember, you asked for it. Let's see if this doesn't put a smile on your face."
Jason starts to play a tune, definitely a toe tapper, with an Irish flair to it.
~Lemme tell you a little story about a man named Johnny Tarr
He was a hard drinking son of a preacher, always at the bar
Lager from the tap or shots of Paddy from the shelf
He could open his throttle and throw back a bottle as quick as the devil himself.... Johnny Tarr
Word got around that Johnny Tarr was no pretender,
From Claire to here they'd lock up the beer when Jonny went on a bender,
Down at Dickey Mack's, the Rising Sun, or at the Swan
He was drinking at seven by ten to eleven well all the booze would be gone! Johnny Tarr!
Even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if i were you
I wasn't there I swear i have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!
It was nine in the morning, on a cold and rainy night,
Johnny rolled into the Castle Bar, looking to get tight
He had money in his pocket, he had whiskey in his eye,
He said: Get up off your asses and set up the glasses, I'm drinking this place dry!
Now all the serious boozers, they were soon broken hearted
When Johnny finished off six and he was only getting started
Guzzling down the pints, knokin' em back like candy,
He was lookin' alright to be drinkin' all night, then Nora brought out the brandy! Johnny Tarr!
Even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if i were you
I wasn't therem I swear i have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!
Johnny drank the whole damn bottle, had another pint or two,
When it made no impression he started a session with Murphy's Millenium Brew
He was waiting for a pint when his face turned green;
Jesus, Johnny fell down after only fifteen!
You could have heard a pin drop, then the crowd let out a roar,
It took five Cork women to lift Johnny off the floor!
The doctor looked him over and said better call the hearse:
But it's not what you're thinkin' It wasn't the Drink' this man died of thirst! Johnny Tarr!
Even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if i were you
I wasn't therem I swear i have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!
Jason starts to play a tune, definitely a toe tapper, with an Irish flair to it.
~Lemme tell you a little story about a man named Johnny Tarr
He was a hard drinking son of a preacher, always at the bar
Lager from the tap or shots of Paddy from the shelf
He could open his throttle and throw back a bottle as quick as the devil himself.... Johnny Tarr
Word got around that Johnny Tarr was no pretender,
From Claire to here they'd lock up the beer when Jonny went on a bender,
Down at Dickey Mack's, the Rising Sun, or at the Swan
He was drinking at seven by ten to eleven well all the booze would be gone! Johnny Tarr!
Even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if i were you
I wasn't there I swear i have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!
It was nine in the morning, on a cold and rainy night,
Johnny rolled into the Castle Bar, looking to get tight
He had money in his pocket, he had whiskey in his eye,
He said: Get up off your asses and set up the glasses, I'm drinking this place dry!
Now all the serious boozers, they were soon broken hearted
When Johnny finished off six and he was only getting started
Guzzling down the pints, knokin' em back like candy,
He was lookin' alright to be drinkin' all night, then Nora brought out the brandy! Johnny Tarr!
Even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if i were you
I wasn't therem I swear i have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!
Johnny drank the whole damn bottle, had another pint or two,
When it made no impression he started a session with Murphy's Millenium Brew
He was waiting for a pint when his face turned green;
Jesus, Johnny fell down after only fifteen!
You could have heard a pin drop, then the crowd let out a roar,
It took five Cork women to lift Johnny off the floor!
The doctor looked him over and said better call the hearse:
But it's not what you're thinkin' It wasn't the Drink' this man died of thirst! Johnny Tarr!
Even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if i were you
I wasn't therem I swear i have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!