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Post by Dreamer on Jun 6, 2008 17:57:53 GMT -5
Night-time was when Dreamer had more time to think to herself. She thought of all the things she had encountered since her arrival in Manhatten. Questioning herself was what she did more, though, than actually thinking. She was questioning about how adapted she was.
No one knew she was out alone by herself again. This time, she didn't stray too far. Dreamer figured if she did stray far from the Manhatten borough, Jack or Racetrack might get mad at her for any kind of trouble she would get herself into. She had already gotten into a huge mess being all stubborn and hell-bent for justice. She was afraid if she pushed it any further, she might end up getting kicked out of the Lodging House.
She took a good look around Irving Hall. It was empty, but still a little lit. No one was around. She figured she was all by herself. Going up on the empty stage she looked out on all that laid before her as she stood dead center.
How could anyone be brave enough to come up and sing to a full house as big as Irving Hall herself? Dreamer closed her eyes a bit, remembering a song her father used to sing to her as a lullaby. She sang a bit as the memory played in her mind.
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
She opened her eyes, walking around the stage a bit, deep in thought and song.
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
She stopped, leaning against the column of the stage, arms folded in a quiet reverence.
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
She walked back to the center of the stage a bit, getting a bit more comfortable with the way she was acting a bit. It was pleasing, the way she was feeling. It reminded her of home.
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
She turned around in circles a bit, arms spread out, a sense of magic emitting from her voice.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
She slowed to a stop, her voice softer as sat herself down on the center of the stage. Drawing her knees up to her chest, and hugging them against her, she came back to her usual quiet and timid self, ending her little song with that small feeling inside.
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
A tear streamed down her cheek a bit, sobs trying to escape her. No, she couldn't cry. She couldn't afford it. She had to be brave. She had to be strong.
(A/N: Yeah, I'm getting a headache. Let's end it at that and see how it goes while I'm getting some food)
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Post by Adam Trumper on Jul 6, 2008 14:31:59 GMT -5
It started like every other night, Adam was sitting in his apartment, just strumming his guitar. Then like all the others, the song reminded him of something and he went into an anxiety or panic attack. He finally decided to put the guitar down, and take a walk. Do something to get his mind off of what he left behind. He couldn't continue to live like this, he needed to sleep eventually. Three or four hours a night didn't cut it.
He walked out of his apartment, and shivered. The cool night air was just what he needed. Ever since he could remember Adam loved the night. It was his favorite part of the day, because it was mysterious, and dark. Even though everything dark about him was now taken away, he still loved the night, and loved the feeling of it. He walked out of his apartment in Midtown, and headed to wherever.
Adam thought about a few weeks ago, when he met someone on the street while he was playing. They said something about Irving Hall, and how he should perform there. Could that help him get out of his rut? No, Irving Hall was a theatre. Bad things happened at theatres, and he didn't want to be a part of it anymore. Maybe just looking around wouldn't hurt anything...
He walked through Manhattan, trying to find the large building with the huge sign with someone named "Medda" on it. Finally, his kryptonite green eyes locked on it. Well...it didn't look too bad from the front. But, you couldn't judge a book by its cover, it could look nice from the front but be horrible on the inside. Adam took a deep breath, and tried to open the door. Locked. Hmm...Adam wasn't one to give up easily, especially when he wanted something. He looked over, and tried the other door. This one wasn't locked like the other. He looked at the door, but then shrugged it off and walked in.
The inside wasn't horrible, but it wasn't the best. Overall, it was a nice theatre. He looked around, still taking in his surroundings when he heard something. It sounded like singing, he put his hands into his pockets and followed the sound. It lead him to the large room where the stage was at. Whoever was singing wasn't doing a bad job, he walked closer to the stage and saw someone he recognized.
Adam folded his arms across his chest, trying to remember where he knew her from. He thought of the times when he played on the streets. That's when he remembered, this was the girl he almost opened up to, but didn't. The one that he talked about nicknames with. He knew he recognized her voice from when she sang with him a few weeks ago. He watched her until she finished her song, but now..was she crying? Adam felt bad, he walked up closer to the stage with a small smile on his face. "Good job." He said as he put his hands into his pockets again. He paused for a brief moment, "Are you going to be okay?" He asked in a concerned tone.
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Post by Dreamer on Jul 6, 2008 14:42:58 GMT -5
"Good job."
Gasping in surprise, Dreamer looked up from where she sat on the stage. She had thought she was alone in the theatre, but she apparently not.
It was a relief to her that it was only Adam, the guy who had a real talent with a guitar. Letting out a relaxing breath, she tried to return a smile.
"Adam," she greeted. "You kind of scared me there. I didn't think anybody else would be here,"
"Are you going to be okay?"
Going back to her subtleness, Dreamer sadly shrugged, and wiped the tear that was still streaming on her cheek. She had to be strong. She couldn't cry anymore.
"I don't know," she said truthfully. "Depends on what happens in the future...How long have you been listening to me sing?"
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Post by Adam Trumper on Jul 6, 2008 19:46:02 GMT -5
"Adam, You kind of scared me there. I didn't think anybody else would be here,"
Adam chuckled softly, "Well no one in their right mind would be here this time of night." He said with a smile. "What are you doing here this late? Its nearly midnight." He hoped she wasn't getting into trouble or anything like that. It didn't look like it, but you never could be so sure with these kids nowadays. Adam cringed internally, he just said 'these kids' that's what his father used to say. He was getting old...
He was only twenty, he wasn't too old, but most of the people his age were already married and had one or two kids by now. Adam was nowhere near getting married, he was just now trying to get over a broken heart. He couldn't see himself in the setting that his parents lived in. He just couldn't picture him with some wife, and six kids working on a farm. He couldn't do that to himself, if wouldn't be fair. He had dreams of being a famous guitar player, not a farm hand father.
Adam climbed onto the stage, not really feeling like taking the stairs. He was a rebel, and he always would be, even when he wanted to change. He still had the bad boy inside of him, he was just too caught up in everything to let himself have fun again. It was a rare thing when he laughed, or even smiled. He wasn't so sure if things would ever change now.
"I don't know, Depends on what happens in the future...How long have you been listening to me sing?"
He sat down next to where she was on the stage, and shrugged. "I don't know, why does it matter? You have a lovely voice." He said with a smile. It was hard to get a compliment from Adam, it wasn't that he was egotistical. Oh no, he considered himself to be humble, but he just didn't open up much. And that was his downfall.
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Post by Dreamer on Jul 6, 2008 21:25:20 GMT -5
"Well no one in their right mind would be here this time of night."
Dreamer gave a half shrug. She knew Adam meant it only as a joke, but...well, after what she heard the Manhatten newsies say things about her, this comment was nothing compared to their remarks.
"That's the thing," she explained. "Nighttime is the only time I'm in my right mind,"
"What are you doing here this late? Its nearly midnight."
Dreamer sort of looked down sheepishly.
"Took a walk," she simply said. "Found myself here...I usually end up in different places each time I take a walk on my own,"
"I don't know, why does it matter? You have a lovely voice."
Dreamer smiled pleasently.
"Thank you," she said politely.
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Post by Adam Trumper on Jul 19, 2008 20:30:23 GMT -5
"That's the thing, Nighttime is the only time I'm in my right mind,"
Adam grinned, "Its the same with me..." He trailed off. "I can only think clearly at night. Then again, night is my most destructive time of day. Its a lose-lose situation." He said with a chuckle. It seemed as though everything was against him. Things were tough for him, and it seemed as though the light at the end of the tunnel would never come. He felt like he would be like this for the rest of his life. So far no one has came and helped him, maybe he needed to help himself. But that was so hard, he was his own worst enemy. So why do I always have to be my worst my own worst enemy
"Took a walk, Found myself here...I usually end up in different places each time I take a walk on my own,"
"Ah, I see." Adam said. He knew the feeling of taking a walk and ending up in an unfamiliar spot. Sometimes that was nice, ending up lost in a way. He didn't like to be reminded of what he left, and sometimes the city could do that to him, and that bothered him. He thought that starting over meant starting over. Everything in Chicago needed to stay there, he came to New York for a reason. And now that reason was slowing fading away.
"Thank you,"
He smiled, "Its no problem." He said, not really sure what to say next. He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees. "So how have you been?" He asked.
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Post by Dreamer on Jul 20, 2008 13:46:07 GMT -5
"Its the same with me..." He trailed off. "I can only think clearly at night. Then again, night is my most destructive time of day. Its a lose-lose situation."
Dreamer giggled a bit at Adam's good humor. Though she did not know him well enough, she could sense a sweet and generous nature in his soul. Somewhere behind those eyes was a kind spirit. She liked that about Adam. He was willing to cheer someone up and make them smile.
"I know what you mean," she said as her giggling finished.
"Ah, I see."
Dreamer smiled a bit more.
"Congratulations," she commented in a jokey mood. "You're the first person to understand my absurd personality,"
"Its no problem." He said, not really sure what to say next. He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees. "So how have you been?"
"Hmmm," Dreamer copied Adam, resting her chin on her own knees.
She stared out ahead into the empty seats in the audience. How could she answer this question without explaining so much? Her mother always told her that "Brevity was the soul of wit" since she had a tendency to say too much when conversing with her friends. She shrugged.
"Things have been up and down lately," she explained. "I've been trying to stay out of trouble, but sometimes...things don't go as planned with me usually,"
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