Tomohisa Chikamatsu (mocchi) wrote in dalton_rpg, @ 2011-01-06 03:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, @ character: thackery avalon, @ character: tomohisa chikamatsu |
Who: Tak & Mocchi
What: A Warbler audition and diva-off all in one!
Where: Auditorium
When: Tuesday, December 4th. 5:15
Rating: SFW
Thackery had never been nervous in his entire life, most of the time he thought it was because he was too stupid to really feel that. But his mother had said it was because he’d never been given a reason to be nervous. A kind of remarkable talent at being oblivious she often found annoying but it had it’s perks.
Walking onto stage without noticing much else he stopped near center and looked around. He’d seen most of the boys on the Dalton journal, but had never really met any of them. It was kind of surreal in a way. “Uhm...hi. My name is Thackery Avalon. But uhm...call me Tak.”
“I’ve never really sung in front of anyone before, but I transferred to Dalton to start over. Might as well give you guys a good laugh in the process too huh?”
He gave a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head before scooting the middle of the stage awkwardly. “I really admire the singer P!NK, she’s uh...really brave and isn’t afraid to tell people to shove off....so yeah. I’m gunna do one of her songs...in a...lower key. Yeah, I’ll just shut up and start now.”
Closing his eyes and sighing he began to pat the side of his waist in tempo to the beat of the song’s opening. Licking his lips as his body slowly began to move to the beat he now heard in his head, Tak opened his eyes and gave it his best shot.
“Hey, slow it down..” His voice cracked slightly at the beginning of the note. It was clearly untrained, though he had practiced. The song was taken down a half step, a range he pretty confident in.
“What do you want from me. What do you want from me.”
“Yeah, I’m afraid. What do you want from me. What do you from me.”
“There might have been a time.” He became a little more sure of himself at this point, his voice becoming louder as sang out. It wasn’t too bad, almost like playing the violin...with your mouth. Was that weird to think? That wasn’t too weird.
“I would give myself away.”
Mocchi had occupied a seat in the row closest to the stage, so his displeasure was overwhelmingly apparent when Tak had walked onto stage. There was something massively irritating about it--Warblers was his thing and he didn’t like the idea of Tak trying to intrude on it because then they’d have to be teammates. He was fairly sure he couldn’t handle that. Rehearsals would be less singing and more bitching if Tak got in, Mocchi was almost certain of it.
He shifted in annoyance, restraining himself from saying something rude during Tak’s introduction. It wouldn’t be nice, after all, and would probably get him chewed out by Blaine later. But when the other boy opened his mouth and started singing, Mocchi couldn’t help it---not only was Tak auditioning but he was using this song? From P!NK? No fucking way. Mocchi wasn’t going to have it.
”Ooh once upon a time, I didn’t give a damn,” Mocchi chimed in, projecting his voice in a way that he’d learned from years of vocal coaching. The key wasn’t where Mocchi would have put it, personally (which just proved to him that Tak was sort of stupid), but it wasn’t so low that he couldn’t sing in it. Which he could. Because he was awesome and he’d get Jack to smack anyone who said otherwise.
Upon the note ‘Ooh’ Tak had visibly jumped back, his eyes widen and the he was almost sure he’d wet himself. Not only had Mocchi taken a line from his audition, but he hadn’t even seen the smaller boy in the audience. Years of playing before people allowed Tak to recover fairly quickly as when the smaller boy finished that line he soon joined in, making note how awkwardly delightful their voices meshed.
“But now here we are. So what do you want from me? What do you want from me?
He eyed the boy confused on why Mocchi would join in on the song. Did Mocchi like P!NK too? As amazingly awesome as that would be, Tak didn’t think that was the reason the smaller boy had joined in on the song.
”Just don’t give up.”
”I’m workin’ it out,” Mocchi crossed his arms, keeping his eyes locked on the stage and Tak. He’d probably lose his nerve if he saw the other Warblers right now. Audition crashing wasn’t cool. Blaine was probably going to be pissed, “Please don’t give in,”
“I won’t let you down, It messed me up.”
Tak felt something strange looking at Mocchi while he sang. Was it the guilt bubbling up as he sang? He loved this song because it kind of felt like asking for forgiveness. He guessed this was just part of what the song was meant to convey.
Mocchi furrowed his brow, eyes narrowing slightly. Oh hell no. This was not going to turn into some fucked up apology attempt. That was outright embarrassing and he refused to let it happen. It was a song. A good song, but just a song. ”Need a second to breathe, just keep coming around,”
Which was the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen. He wanted to be able to crumple Tak and his past in New York into a ball and toss them into the garbage bin.
“Hey whataya want from me?” He’d put more intensity into the word ‘want’. He was trying his best to make it clear, and yet the small side of him that was competitive was beginning to flare. Though Mocchi had years and years of training with his voice Tak wasn’t nervous.
The Asian boy’s eyebrows rose in surprise, but annoyance swelled in his chest even more. Like fuck he was going to be outsang by someone with no vocal training or experience. He’d busted his ass to get as good as he was and he wasn’t going to let Tak win. At all. So he raised his voice again, all but attempting to drown the other boy out while not losing anything in pitch or rhythm. “Whataya want from me?”
“Yeah, it’s plain to see, that baby you’re beautiful” Tak blinked a few times before his own brow began to come together. He dropped his voice just a little at what he thought were the important points. He’d started to move a bit on the stage eyeing Mocchi the whole time. It was like fighting with the smaller boy through song. It was all very confusing to Tak.
“And there’s nothing wrong with you,” Mocchi let some sarcasm bleed into that line because he could probably come up with a list of things wrong with Tak. But he joined Tak on the next few lines, too, just to be contrary and because he felt like it.
“It’s me -- I’m a freak,
but thanks for loving me
Cause your doing it perfectly.
There might have been a time
When I would let you slip away,”
Mocchi was going to have this next line, though, because he was trying to convey a message about this whole apology thing Tak was trying to do,“I wouldn’t even try,”
“But I think you could save my life.” If Tak could frown with his eyes, he would but now he seemed to almost glare at Mocchi in annoyance. He was trying so hard to make right, but the smaller boy wouldn’t have any of it. “Just don’t give up, I’m working it out.”
“Please don’t give in,” That was more to himself than Tak, Mocchi realized. And it was ironic, too, that he could forgive the person who’d smashed his head open but not Tak. It just didn’t seem to be that simple, even if Tak was coming across as sorry as Rose had. “I won’t let you down,”
”It messed me up, need a second to breathe” Tak had never been more confused than he was at the moment, well maybe when he was caught with Mocchi in New York, but that confusion gave a different feeling. It just didn’t seem fair for Mocchi to be so stubborn. ”Just keep coming around.”
”Whataya want from me?” Mocchi was on his feet now, arms akimbo and glaring up at Tak. “Whataya want from me?”
”Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out
Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me”
The two sang in unison hitting a deliciously awkward mesh of notes that didn’t seem to go together and yet sounded oddly right. Tak frowned his brow now completely furrowed as he neared the edge of the stage singing the whole time. He looked down at Mocchi and tried his best to make this next line clear.
”What do you want from me?!”
”What do you want from me?!” The smaller boy belted back melodically as he watched the boy on stage come closer. It only seemed to annoy him even further. When had Tak become so bold as to challenge someone out right like that? Mocchi wasn’t having it, not at his school, and not on a stage he performed on.
”What do you want from me?!” The two finished in sync and odd feeling welling up in Tak’s chest. He breathed a bit harder than he thought he would be after the performance. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Mocchi for a second and then he blinked. Once, twice, and finally he sighed. Looking out from the stage and ignoring Mocchi best he could he looked out and gave a slight bow, a somewhat forced thrown onto his face.
“Uhm.....yeeeeah.” Tak muttered scratching the back of his head nervously, suddenly his shoes were very, very interesting.