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[23 Apr 2012|12:09am] |
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( minilog! )
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[Ganymede's voice is soft, soothing, and lyre-like. It's defined by it's gentleness, even if the voice behind it really isn't very trained, and his accent occasionally gets in the way. But it's obvious he's happy. The smile on his lips is evidenced strongly in his voice. From the sound of things, he's probably outside with a recorder of some sort.]
-Been talking to myself forever,
And how I wish I knew me better,
Still sitting on a shelf and never
Never seen the sun shine brighter
And it feels like me
On a good day.
[He giggles, softly, and fiddles with the recorder to shut it off.]
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| How Will I Know? [video post] |
[23 Apr 2012|07:46am] |
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[up early after a restless night of trying to sleep, Aria is half-awake as she flicks on the video player on the computer. The picture slowly comes into focus; she's in a dorm room (not her own) leaning in towards the computer wearing glasses checking to see if the recording started when an unidentified arm pushes her out of the frame.
A muffled discussion can be heard; a girl can be heard asking about the ABC party Aria's planning for Saturday night at the Olympus when another girl reminds them their project is due in a few days and they need to focus already, making them all straighten up; but instead of a discussion about 18th century Christian composers, Aria, who's been quiet up until now, starts singing. A capella.]
There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of.
Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above,
Ooh I lose control, can't seem to get enough,
When I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love?
How will I know?
Don't trust your feelings,
How will I know...?
How will I know?
Love can be deceiving,
How will I know?
[the last word lingers in the air, a stunned silence heard, until the feed cuts off.]
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[23 Apr 2012|11:33am] |
Will you all just shut up with the singing. I like to think my coworker singing off-key every day as prepared me for whatever is going on with the campus this week. Though there are a few of you who really should consider a Vocal Performance major. Two tops.
The Admissions Office will contact the individuals they have chosen for the ad campaigns within the week.
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| [Voice] |
[23 Apr 2012|04:54pm] |
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The Boy and The Ghost - Tarja |
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[Mel didn't understand why everyone was singing randomly. It seemed to be a majority of the muses. There was a high chance that all the muses ould be affected given their essence was inspiration. Sitting in the third floor longue with her laptop attempting to write up a few more production notes for Les Mis, her camera flipped on to catch her song. Her voice gaining the eerie quality that happens when she sings, giving all her songs a deep emotional impact to most who hear them.]
The streets are empty/ Inside it's warm
His hands are shaking / They locked the door
A voice is calling / Asking to get in
All he wanted was a toy
All he needed was a gentle heart
To lead him through the dark
When his dreams are running wild
Boy and the ghost
Fire's not burning
The lights went out
The lights went out
Big family dinner / The untold pain
Their eyes are sparkling / On his frozen face
Angels calling / Asking to get in
All he wanted was a toy
All he needed was a gentle heart
To lead him through the dark
When there's nowhere left to fall
Boy and the ghost
His eyes are burning
The lights went out
The dream is on...
[With the sudden realization that she had been singing outloud and her camera is on, she quickly snaps her mouth shut and shuts off the feed.]
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[23 Apr 2012|05:52pm] |
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The Weight - the Band |
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[Arron is sitting with one of his friends talking about how they're veiwed for all the negative things about them and not the good sides. Feeling the music build up in their heads, his friend hands him his guitar, they both start singing as Arron strums the strings. {{start at 1:14 to skip the screaming}}
They gather a small audience one of which picks up Arron's phone and starts streaming the performance under his name.]
'I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hide;
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side.
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown."
She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around."
Take a load off Annie, take a load for free;
Take a load off Annie, And you can put the load right on me'
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| VOICE POST. |
[23 Apr 2012|05:58pm] |
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I'm a Believer - the Monkees |
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[Harper didn't exactly mean to make this post, but there is it. Her voice is good - she's a muse, of course it is. She's mostly singing under her breath, so she sounds fairly quiet.]
I thought love was only true in fairy tales,
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Ah, love was out to get to me
That's the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love...
[The singing trails off, Harper cutting herself with a snort and the words "How ridiculous". The recording cuts off there.]
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| [Video] |
[23 Apr 2012|07:12pm] |
[The camera feed cuts on and Lucie just glares at the camera, shaking her head. Someone in the background laughs and says 'What do you think we asked you to meet us here for?'. Someone else says something too low for the camera to pick up and a boy comes into focus, handing her a guitar. 'Do the world a favor,' he says, before disappearing from view 'and spare us another Bieber song.' Lucie rolls her eyes and adjusts the guitar strap, until it rests comfortably against her. Sighing, she glares at the cameraman again.
"Just this once."
She starts to sing, keeping a steady glare on the cameraman for the first verse. Her voice is untrained, raw, but not unbecoming. As the song goes on, she forgets where she is and that she's being recorded and starts to feel the music; as her mind begins to wander and her thoughts go to him. To Jason. She's not sure which Jason it is and she's not entirely sure if it even matters - they both hurt her and she hadn't moved on. The wounds always seemed to reopen, there was always some stupid reminder around the corner - a wedding dress, a happy couple - it made her sick with anger. With jealousy. With want. Her verses were becoming harsher and the feeling was getting more intense as she continued the song, anyone listening would probably be able to feel her anger and a hint of despair:
I beg you, my darling
don't leave me, I'm hurting
Been lonely above everything, above every day
I'm hurting
Lick my legs, I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire
Yeah, you're not rid of me
Yeah, you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'm gonna twist your head off, see
'Til you say don't you wish you never, never met her
Don't you, don't you wish you never, never met her ...
When the song is finished, she's breathless and looks over at the cameraman as if realizing he's there for the first time. 'What the hell are you doing?' she asks. 'That was awesome.' Someone says off-screen. 'Totally posting this.' Lucie whips the guitar off of her and shoves it into someone's hands. 'Don't you dare, Ryan. I mean it, you twa-' and then the feed cuts off.]
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[23 Apr 2012|07:22pm] |
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Kudos to whoever those people were jamming out to Thriller in the Black Woods last night. I can't believe someone even managed to put a werewolf costume together on what I assume to be short notice. That was a way better performance than my own Colors of the Wind.
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| Voice post |
[23 Apr 2012|08:11pm] |
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He'd been to several areas in the past few days, and the urge to sing while in some areas was overwhelming. He had sung; sometimes in front of people, but other times by himself. It wasn't until right now that he decided to make a voice post. The mic clicks on, some breathing can be heard, and then the singing.
This is lifes journey
see what tomorrow brings
We are the end of everything
labyrinth of madness
pure insanity
eye awaking destiny
where the mechanism turns
a fire always burns
today will never return
we're all on our way
awaken today
it's all about to change
alter reality
this is lifes adventure
see what the future holds
as a new reality unfolds
get the spark within my soul
a path out of control
today is always unknown
its now or never
we're all on our way
awaken today
it's all about to change
alter reality
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| 005 (video post) |
[23 Apr 2012|08:44pm] |
[The camera of the laptop suddenly switches on and Oliver can be seen pulling his hand away before he settles in his chair. His dark hair is messy and in desperate need of a cut, much like his t-shirt is in need of a good ironing. Beside him sits a fellow male student holding a guitar. It appears he has been caught by the singing bug too. Smirking, Oliver waves at the camera and nods at his cohort, who picks begins to play some chords on the guitar as Oliver opens his mouth to sing.]'
( And what did Oliver sing? )
[He sings the song with the same intesity/feeling as the original and his friend even joins in with some harmonies. At the end of the song, the two have a good laugh before one of them manages to shut off the camera.]
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[23 Apr 2012|09:40pm] |
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I've decided to abstain from taking walks in the Black Woods until I can stop bursting into various renditions of "How Great Thou Art".
Conversely, I may be going on walks in the Black Woods because I can't stop bursting into various renditions of "How Great Thou Art".
It's amazing to feel my soul so compelled to sing. And the rest of you, too! I've been looking forward to getting home and checking the community for the next little vocal performance. Doesn't it feel nice to just express yourself? Ah, people complain, but I like hearing all your voices. They're all unique and wonderful in their own right.
Though, I do hope it doesn't last too much longer. Enough complaining, and we might have a small, musical riot on our hands.
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| [phone call to Rowan] |
[23 Apr 2012|10:53pm] |
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Hello, Rowan? I, uhm, may need some help picking out an outfit.
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| twenty-one. [voice] |
[23 Apr 2012|11:13pm] |
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[Riley thought she could escape the horrible singing affliction by camping out in the woods. Obviously she hadn't received the memo. The urge to sing kicked in shortly after she'd started chatting with a random guy who'd been running through the woods. She wasn't sure whether to be mortified or amused when he joined in on her song. A combination of both, especially if anyone figured out who she was singing this about.]
( want you to take me like a thief in the night~ )
[After she finished, all that could be heard was "Fuck this shit" growled out before the feed cut off.]
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[23 Apr 2012|11:56pm] |
shall we have something unrelated to singing or complaining about singing? (not that you aren't completely within your right to do either, but i find both singers and audiences are quite fond of intermissions.)
i've been curious - yes, another question, i am absolutely horrible and trite, but i am genuinely curious - to all those who were married in their first lives.
when you remembered... did you wait to find your reincarnated spouse, or did you carry on unencumbered? in other words - did death truly do you part, or do you consider your arrangement saddled with a little more longevity?
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