Post by Jay Crosse on Jun 3, 2012 16:07:38 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 25px; background-color: #d11c1c; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px;] THE LIGHT IN YOUR EYES. WELL IT'S PULLING ME IN. BUT IT'S PULLING ME IN. |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 400px; padding: 20px; border-left: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; border-right: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 90%; text-transform: lowercase;] The auditorium of the University of Richmond, California was wide open to all of the music, performing arts, and choir students attending. A shining black grand piano stood upon the enormous stage, at stage right, down towards the seats. Curtains of the University's colors hung on either side of the large room, cascading down the walls. Naturally, the entire place was in a cone shape, opening outwards from the stage, leading up to the sound and lights booth, which was behind the back wall of the "box" seats. Those seats were set more or less like a restaurant, and were reserved for the actor's/choir student's parents or personal guests. Brass-topped tables set between velvet-covered seats rested up there, covered in a thin layer of dust from the several months of the auditorium's disuse. In the back row of the auditorium, with his iPhone in hand and a Facebook app open, sat Jay Crosse. He enjoyed the auditorium at all times, even in the summer as it was now. Jay wasn't really dressed in his usual attire for the auditorium, but rather a plain white t-shirt and snug white jeans, accompanied by a pair of Converse of the same pure white as the rest of his clothes. Jay had always been the one to dress in accordance to the weather, and right now, a cool, light breeze flowed through the open double doors, causing the curtains to flit from side to side ever so slightly. Jay was in a position of total rest, his legs mounted upon the back of the chair next to him, and the rest of his body sprawled about several of the auditorium seats. Yawning and stretching, Jay rose gracelessly from his rest and walked down the aisle and up the stairs to his right so that he was on the stage, which was painted a dull black color for the sake of not clashing with the lights. He marched to the grand piano's bench in the same manner as he would if he were singing in choir. After so long in the music programs, Jay's posture had improved immensely. It was now his first instinct to check his posture. As he sat down, his spine popped as he placed it in a perfectly vertical position. He placed his hands on the keys, and quickly, in a few fluid motions, went through all of the intervals and octaves. The sound that came out was very light and muffled for a grand piano with the top open. Jay looked back and found the issue. The strings were covered in a thin white cloth meant to produce light, airy tones. It had done the trick, but that wasn't the point today. Jay didn't want quiet and pretty. Jay wanted big, full notes that would fill the entire auditorium. From his memory, jay began to play Adele's version of make you feel my love, and began to sing. In the last year, he had learned to project his full, tenor voice to overcome almost any sound. The piano was next to nothing, and the sound resonated throughout the entire room, hitting the back and reverberating through the air, a slight vibrato hanging Jay's voice in the air. Jay continued to play and sing the song over and over again, because it was among his favorite pieces of music. |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,height: 5px; background-color: #d11c1c; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8pt; font-style: italic; text-align: center; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -2px;] HEARTS STILL SPEEDING UP. AND IT'S PULLING ME IN, OH IT'S PULLING ME IN. |
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