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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

It was no surprise that Freddie felt most at home in a theatre. The stage was what he craved. Well, actually an empty theatre didn’t have the same appeal as say- a packed Broadway theatre. Freddie was a show pony really. The boy liked to perform for people, not just to himself. Because when there was no audience, there was no one to tell him how utterly stunning his performance was. The young man needed the compliments and praise of others to feel accomplished. He couldn’t just settle himself by knowing he had done a good performance. No that just wasn’t enough. What he needed was people around him telling him how great he was. So really, his need to perform for people was actually a rather selfish need. A lot about Freds was selfish, but that was okay, because he was freakin talented. It was okay for really talented, good looking people to be a bit up themselves yeah? Oh well.

Raising an eyebrow, the curly haired youth stood in the middle of the empty theatre. Eyes surveying the stage. It was a little small. But then, everything would probably seem small compared to what he had grown used to in his stint on Broadway. Ah yes. It was becoming something of a habit for the young man to mention ‘his stint on Broadway’ offhandedly in any conversation he had with people. For example, when he had auditioned for Emerson, Fred had contradicted his auditioner, precursoring it with ‘Well, when I had my stint on Broadway’. This could have cost him the audition actually, had the school not been so star-struck with the fact he was even applying. One role on Broadway really did a lot for a career honestly. Schools all wanted to claim fame to the next big Broadway star, boost interest with the next generation of theatre geeks and what-not.

To be honest, if Freddie was offered another role on the stage, he’d probably take it. He wasn’t sure how committed he was to this whole, higher education idea. Wasn’t it Shakespeare (or some old dead guy, who cared who) that had said the best education for an actor was walking the stage. As in, acting. Of course, it was his parents who had suggested he at least get a college degree. Somewhat to spite them, he agreed but only if he had every say in the school. Little did they know that meant he’d choose a school in a different country. Really, spiting his parents was just luck. He felt, as good as the London scene was, he was just too big a fish, and that the real action was in the U-S. Emerson was a good school, and not too far from New York. Meaning it wouldn’t be far to go for auditions should he hear of suitable ones.

Strolling towards the stage, Freddie gave his hair a flick. He was having a particularly good hair-day today. Ah. So this was going to be his home for the next four years. Hm. He’d get used to it.. Hopefully.

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[GIOVANA ESME HARPER]

Giovana knew she had a lot to prove to people. She was socially awkward and way too sensitive for most people. Her mother would often sit down with her and question Giovana with her life choice of pursuing acting as a career. Gio's been told many times that the industry was full of tough criticism, and that she was too emotional to be able to cope with it all. She has also been told that she would have to break down her walls she's put up and be more open to meet new people and converse more people. It took more than a pretty face and a willing heart when it came to the industry. Giovana never doubted herself, she knew what she could do. She just didn't put herself out there like most of the students at Emerson yet because she wasn't ready for all of the attention just yet. She knew of a few kids at Emerson Academy that already have been apart of so many productions.

Giovana has been in a few plays at the academy, and she planned on branching out. She's always gotten positive feedback from the people who witnessed her performance. Gio was great at acting. She spoke loud and clear and wasn't afraid to take big risks. She always liked the fact that acting put her in other peoples shoes. She believed acting was one of the best talents because no other talent could do such a thing. She did have a few other talents as well. She sketched, danced, and wrote scripts. She never really let anyone read the scripts she had written out in her journal under her bed. She mostly wrote them for her own entertainment, acting out the scenes in her imagination and all. Giovanna was currently sitting down inside the auditorium listening to her i-pod. She bounced her head slightly with the beat, and stared up at the empty stage.

Giovana had a big dream of becoming an actress. Whether that was in film or in theater, it didn't matter. She wanted to act out the lives of the people written down on paper. This was her dream, and she knew she had a long way to go. Giovana noticed a young man walking towards the stage. Oh great, I thought I was the only one in here. I wonder how long he's been in here for, she thought. Gio stood up, picking up her books that were on the chair next to her and walking down the row to leave. She liked being alone at most times, especially when she wanted to think or meditate on something. She hadn't been paying attention as she stepped on some wrapper on the floor, and completely fell down. "Oww" she yelled. Her books were scattered all over the floor. She had probably caught the young mans attention. She picked up her books as she made her way up. She was completely embarrassed. "Sorry, I am such a klutz." she said looking over at the guy. "I was just about to leave actually, so this place is all yours." she said with a nod. Why cant people throw away their trash? she thought as a sigh escaped her lips.

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

Assuming Freddie had noticed you was often not a good idea. It would generally make you wrong. The boy was a fairly self obsessed young man. He had been known in his life to walk right past someone directly addressing him, too wrapped up in his own little mind to even hear them. It was just what he was like. There was so much in his mind, that he had little time to consider those around him. Unless of course he wanted to. When he wanted something, you could find that Freddie had all the time in the world for it. The trouble was, getting him interested in your cause. He was a fickle little cherub, who cared for what he cared for, and be dammed anything else. Why should he care for other things anyway? It wasn’t as though he owed anything to anyone. Least of all some girl who just fell over.

Without paying any attention to the girl, or anything around him really, Freddie took the stairs to the stage two at a time. His long legs well equipped to deal with such an action. He had always had strong legs. Which helped for dancing. Now, dance wasn’t exactly his favourite of the performing arts, but he was well aware that if he wanted to make it in the theatre, musical theatre in particular, he needed to be what the theatre folk called a ‘triple threat’. Meaning one needed to posses a trifecta of skills; acting, singing and dance. Which he was rather content he had. As if to prove his point to his mind, Freddie raised himself up on his foot and performed a spin. Letting out a perfect middle c note as he did. Well, there was proof of two of his skills. It wasn’t as though he could prove the last one in a single gesture though now could he?

As he spun around, the boy finally noticed something other than his massive ego. Well well well. He wasn’t alone. Perhaps the boy was going to get the audience he craved so much after all? Raising an eyebrow he took in her appearance. She looked young, but not that young. His guess was late high-school, though he could be wrong. See now that was the problem with sharing a campus with high school students. No way of keeping away from those very young and completely annoying Freshman students he really didn’t want to have to deal with. Those annoying theatre obsessed girls who, when they found out he was a real life musical theatre stud, would swoon and obsess over him. Eh, how annoying. Clearing his throat, the young man lowered back onto his heel. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

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[GIOVANA ESME HARPER]

Giovana just stood there feeling completely embarrassed. Then, she noticed he hadn't been paying much attention. He was moving around on the stage. Giovana's eyes studied him carefully, Who the hell is this guy? she asked herself. She had never seen the young man around or anything until now. If she had she would have certainly remembered it, he had nice hair. Giovana was one to notice the small things in people. He moved nicely on stage, almost as if that was his natural setting. His natural environment. Sometimes Giovana wished she could have been that comfortable on stage. She was getting close though. Giovana was very talented, being that she attended this academy. She just wanted more. Was that a bad thing? She had not met one person at the campus that was completely content with their level of talent. There were people who believed 'the cup was half full' but she was the opposite.

She didn't think he was odd at all. The auditorium was made for people to do things on stage, right? Even if that was dancing and moving around with no audience at all. She did that at home, actually. Well, she just acted out a few of her own monologues at home. When it came to Gio's social status at Emerson Academy she wasn't the popular one. She knew most people had labels, especially in high school. However, the high school students shared the campus with college students. It was unfortunate, because of the intimidation of being around people with far much talent then you. Then, it was fortunate to know what she was getting into, being that Gio would be in college next year. What's this? she asked herself as he started to sing. Okay, now the embarrassing feeling left her immediately and she just felt stupid for staring at a guy who hadn't even acknowledged her. He was just in his own little world right about now.

When he noticed Giovana, her eyes grew slightly wide. He finally spoke to her. Gio smirked at his response, not surprised at all. Most people didn't notice Gio much, so she was used to this type of response. She was just distracted by what he was doing on stage that she did not get a chance to leave. Way to go, Gio, she thought to herself. "Umm, No." she lied. What was she supposed to do? Tell him that she fell and babbled on about how she was a klutz? No, that wasn't going to happen. Even though this guy seemed to be all about himself, and his little world he created for himself, he was talented. She couldn't deny that. " You move nicely." she said. Gio repeated what she said on her head and sighed lightly. She never knew how to put her words together correctly." I mean, I just saw what you were doing. It was distracting, but in a totally good way." she said. This would be the part she'd give him her name, but she got the feeling he'd forget it the next second. Are you new here or something?" she asked, out of curiosity. She hadn't seen him before.

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

Freddie raised an eyebrow at her comment. He often rose his eyebrow with a highly patronizing lop-sided smile on his features that made you just know he was judging you. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. It was hard to tell, it just seemed to be part of his default setting. Truth be told he was a judgemental boy. It came hand in hand with the fact that he thought very highly of himself. When you thought you were the bees knees, you thought everyone else was below you, and therefore you judged them. It was just part of who the young man was. Nothing personal, it wasn’t as though he picked out people; singling them out while he was lovely to everyone else. He also wasn’t nasty about it. Or at least, he didn’t find himself nasty when he judged people. He merely smiled, amused, as though they were a small child who didn’t know any better.

There were a few people though, that Freddie found to be in his level. Generally those people were just as cocky as him, and talented enough to impress him. From this small encounter though, The young man didn’t think that this girl was going to impress him much at all. She just seemed far too nervous and unsure of herself. Didn’t she know that in the arts it was all about self confidence? Still though, she was sort of endearing in an annoying puppy sort of way. Letting out a laugh, he rolled his eyes, grinning at the girl. “Of course I move well.” He agreed with her, giving his hair another toss. While it did get in his hair alot, Freddie liked to flick his hair more then necessary. Just to remind people he had amazing hair, if they hadn’t already noticed. But I mean, who wouldn’t have noticed? His hair was just lovely.

“I’ve been dancing since I was five, I’d want to ‘move well’.” He gave another mocking chuckle, as he showed her another spin. He couldn’t resist showing off. Give Freddie a complement and he’ll milk it for all he can. Grinning, he hoped down off the stage in one smooth jump. “How rude of me, I haven’t even introduced myself.” Silently, he made his way towards the girl. Stopping only when he was just inches from her. He extended his hand, tilting his head down so he could look up at her through his lashes. A look he found worked on most girls. “I’m Freddie Fairfax. I’m a college freshman. I should be a sophomore but I spent last year in a little West-End show.” He gave a casual shrug, as if being in a Broadway show wasn’t actually a big deal, and all he was really expecting her to do was smile and nod as if it was as simple as spending the year working in a MacDonald’s.

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[GIOVANA ESME HARPER]

Giovana felt uncomfortable when the guy gave her the look he was giving her. It made her feel like he was trying to read her mind. Maybe he saw something he didn't like about her? She crossed her arms across her chest and sort of looked away for a second. She sort of wanted to know what he was thinking. She wasn't an insecure girl or anything at all. Giovana was pretty sure that when a majority of people thought some one was thinking something negative about them, they wanted to know what it was. She did not think of it as 'insecurity'. It was more of a 'curiosity' in her opinion. Then again, she did get that look a lot. Every time she'd walk down a hallway she'd clutch her books closely to herself and glance at the ground. She just felt like everyone was talking about her. Maybe that feeling did contradict the belief she had that she was fully secure about herself? However, she liked the way she looked, she just didnt like the feeling she got when others were judging her. Was that a normal thing? Then again, Giovana was not really a normal girl.

When the guy started talking Gio already made mental notes about the guy. She was a very analytical girl and she was very observant. Humble? I think not, she thought to herself. Then he had commented again on her compliment, then moving around on stage again. This guy had talent and he was going to show it off when he wanted to, huh? She sort of wish she had his spunk. That was one thing that Gio lacked that disconnected her from the other students from this school. She didn't doubt that he was dancing since he was five, he was excellent at it. Have you been singing since you were young too?" she asked, because he had an amazing voice. Maybe I should stop, his ego seems large enough., she told herself. He probably had everyone admiring him everyday. He probably even had a girl for each day of the week. Talent came with a lot of benefits.

When he started to approach her she watched him carefully. She moved her books into one arm, using her free arm to shake his hand and then returning it to how it was. She could have sat them down, but she just didn't want to."Nice to meet you, I'm Giovanna." she said. So he was into broadway and theater? That was actually very cool. She nodded, completely in 'awe' over his description of himself. She was impressed."I'm a high school senior here. Young, I know." she chuckled. "That's very cool though, tell me more about that?" she asked him. She was more of a 'film' girl, but she knew a little about theater too. He must have been proud of himself. She was putting the puzzle together. His ego came from his success. Understandable, but that didn't make it right. "I'm one of the drama students here too." she said. " I love it." she added.

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

It was easy to see why some people thought his cocky self important attitude came from his success. He’d had so much of it for someone so young. He really had every right to think himself fabulous. Truth be told though, he’d thought himself fabulous from the moment his cognitive development allowed him to think such things. As a young child he would tell his parents, or anyone that would listen really, all about how wonderful he was. Betting that no one else could do the things he could do. He was much like Tinkerbelle. No, not because he was a fairy, but because he needed applause to live. The young man drunk it up as though it was life giving water. He craved it. Needed it to feel good about himself. And it was a good thing he got it, because let me assure you, Cocky Freddie is far easier to be around then self hating Freddie.

Ahuh! So she was just a high school student. The lovely haired boy smiled to himself. Oh how he enjoyed being right. It was every so much fun. It was good though, that she was a senior. It meant she wouldn’t be as annoying as some of the under classmen. Okay, well, he liked to think of them as annoying, but really, it was pretty obvious he loved the fan-girl like attention. However, this little fangirl didn’t seem to be playing her part correctly. How frustrating. It never stopped annoying the boy when actors failed to get the character correct. It was like playing The Thenardiers in Les Mis as a sweet old couple who would never con a fly. Disgusting really. Hadn’t she learnt her role in this? He was supposed to be cool and cavalier and she was supposed to swoon and think he was the best thing since sliced bread. It wasn’t that hard to do. Honestly.. Some people.

“Honey, I’ve been performing onstage all my life.” He said in answer to her question about his singing. Also though, just to brag. Frowning slightly, he considered what to say now. He was going to get this girl to swoon over him, even if it killed him. Which, it shouldn’t do. He was fantastic, it was only a matter of time before she realised it. “I was Baby John in West-side story, They wanted me to stay on this year, but the rest of the cast just didn’t seem as talented as me. It was holding me back really. What about you then? Drama hmm? Well go on then, show me something..” He gave a small, somewhat encouraging not towards the stage, smirking to himself. This could be fun..

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[GIOVANA ESME HARPER]

Giovana thought that Freddie was an interesting guy. Beyond the hair, of course. He had this swag about him, it was nice. Though, Gio's thoughts about a person never played out on her face too much. So she looked neutral at most times, which did bother some people. Giovana had made some mental notes about Freddie. He was a talented guy, a college freshmen, he had nice hair, and he was sort of stuck up. She wouldn't say that last part out loud if he ever asked her what she thought about him. The only reasons he thought that about him was because of the way he said some things about himself. Confidence was nice but it wasn't everything. Most people she looked up to were the ones that were humble? It was one thing to know you were the best but another thing to brag about yourself constantly.

It was something that sort of irritated Gio, but of course she kept that thought about him hidden. She was being kind to him, she thought. She just wasn't all over him for numerous reasons. One, she didn't know him very well. Two, she was not that type of girl at all. Three, she wasn't even good at flirting. She nodded to his response, " I can tell by how comfortable you looked on stage. It's not hard to notice, she said. As much as she hated ego's, she was probably a big contribute to most. She was always giving out compliments. It was sort of ridiculous. Giovana laughed a little at his next response. Woah. This guy was more egotistical than she had originally thought. She nodded, it wasn't hard to believe but damn, seriously? " Oh really?" she asked him.

" So do you think you'll be able to shine even brighter here, Freddie?" she asked him. There were a lot of talented people at Emerson Academy. One thing Gio learned the hard way was that there was always some one better at you. If you thought you were the best fighter, there was always some one that could beat you up. If you thought you were the best singer, there was always some one that could hold a note longer. If you thought you were the best actor, there was always some one more talented in that area. When he challenged Gio her eyes grew wide a little. The smile on her face quickly faded. What?! she asked herself in her head. What was she going to do? She had just been officially put on the spot. It seemed easier to perform in front of a large crowd than just one pair of eyes. She didn't understand why. "Like a monologue?" she asked him. Just say No. You dont have to prove yourself to him, she tried to convince herself. It's not going to kill you Gio, she told herself.

She shook her head, "Nevermind? Of course you mean a monologue. Um." she said glancing over at the stage. "Okay." she shrugged. She was putting on an act right now, acting like this was nothing to her and she wasn't nervous at all. Her thoughts were roaming through her head nonstop. She turned to walk to the stage, biting on her bottom lip for a quick second. She made he way onto the stage. Which monologue? she thought. Gio couldn't think of one from a film right away, plus - she wanted to give him something she's never heard. So why not improvise? She cleared her throat, staring down at Freddie. She wanted to surprise him. It wasn't hard for Gio to fake tears, she always cried. She looked at Freddie, at his brown eyes. Her eyes started to tear up, she opened up her mouth to speak.

"You cant leave me." she started off. "I've waited so long for a man like you. No one's ever made me smile the way you have, no one's ever cheered me up the way you can, and no one's ever loved me the way you can." she said. "No ones hand has ever fit so perfectly in mines.." she said, making her way off stage again, approaching the guy. Once she was near him she placed a hand on his stomach, moving it up slowly to rest on his shoulder for a second, "No one's ever touched me the way you can. No one can do anything the way you can" she whispered to him, moving her arms around him, looking into his eyes with a sad desire for him. Has she ever been in this position about a guy before? In silence, yes. "Please.." she sobbed. " Dont leave me. I'll be the woman you want me to be. I'll do anything for you." she said, moving her arms from around him and taking a step back, deciding to change the overall depressing tone. "I'll do anything to get your love back again. She's not worth it. Cant you see this? She's not worth us. I wont let anyone separate us." she said turning to walk away from him back to the stage, slowly. She was still in character of course. " If anyone dares to try," She said getting a bit louder and her tone changing to a cold tone. "No! If anyone even thinks about getting in between us.." she said turning to look back at him. "That will be the last damn thought that person will ever get to think. I wont let anyone come in between us. You're mine, no matter what it takes, you're mine." she said. Wiping away the tears from her face she shook her said, laughing a little bit. She hoped she didn't scare him or anything. He asked for it. "That's it." she said, a small smile on her face.

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

Would he shine bright here? Freddie cocked his head to the side, contemplating the question. He sure hoped so. But even through all his cocky bravado, he knew that he couldn’t predict how his time would go here. He could afford to be cocky about the things he knew; what he’d achieved in the past and the talent he knew he had. However, trying to predict the future wasn’t the best idea. If you ended up being wrong, it usually led to feeling awkward and uncomfortable. All he could do was come in as confidently as possible and do all he could to create the future he wanted for himself. Which was what he was doing. The boy wasn’t about to run around claiming that he’d graduate Emerson magna cum laude, with a ton of offers for lead roles in New York shows. If that didn’t happen, or even just one small part of his plans didn’t come true, he’d be known as the guy that failed. Which was not a title Freddie would ever be happy with.

No, it was best if he bragged about what he already knew, and kept his hopes to himself, that way when they did come true, like he secretly felt they would, everyone would be so shocked and surprised by his success. Smirking to himself, he gave the girl a casual shrug. “We’ll see,” was all he said in response to her question as he settled himself into the front row of chairs. He was actually really curious to see what this girl had in her, because honestly he had his doubts that it was anything special. He knew how harsh that would sound to other people, it was just, Freddie could sense something kind of off about her. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it though. Perhaps she just didn’t have the personality he saw as necessary for an actor. And yes, they are all actors. Get with the PC times, you didn’t call females an actress anymore, god.

The boy raised an eyebrow as she started. He wasn’t familiar with whatever it was she was doing, but it seemed a little stilted. It was probably from a film or written by someone who wasn’t an established playwright. Plays had a cadence and a language that was heightened from reality, so it was easy to tell the difference. In Freddie’s opinion, a play without that heightened feel just didn’t translate to the stage well enough. Real life was boring. Or well, real life picked up and placed on stage was boring. You needed to craft the moments, choose which parts of life were shown. After all, plays didn’t run in real time, depicting every little moment for every character. If they did, audiences would lose interest and fast. No, you had to craft a play to only show the food bits, and up the ante. Dramatic tension and all that good stuff.

Hmm. Freddie cocked his head to the side as she approached him, and started to touch him. It was nice, the touching. Actually a good instinct, but it wasn’t.. working for her. He felt no connection. He could see the emotion she was portraying clearly, which was a good start, but it felt closed off. He couldn’t become invested in her performance because she wasn’t connecting with him. Once she was done, he took a moment to collect his thoughts before moving. “You have raw talent..” He rose slowly, eyes on her. “But you need to connect more. With the other actors, and the audience.” He moved slowly towards her. Eyes fixed on hers. Intense, and over-whelming. He kept his pace slow, to build the tension between them. However, when he finally met her on stage, the young man reached out to grip her hip, running his hand up her side as though his life depended on it. “Feel the difference?” Came his murmur against her ear.

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[GIOVANA ESME HARPER]

Gio was about ready to hear a lot of negative remarks come from Freddies mouth. Being that he thought he was better than everyone and knew everything. Or at least, that was what Gio thought he'd think. He did criticize her. However, it wasn't as mean as she thought it would be. It sounded genuine and sincere. He knew what he was talking about. One thing Gio really needed to work on when it came to her acting, was when she did things like touching the other character. She always played it so safe. In class she was always taught that actors needed to take risks, but she's seen the ones that overacted and the ones that underacted. Giovana could sob on sight, but play it 'sexy'? She was alright at it, she had her petite shape and pretty face to make up for some of it, but it wasn't enough obviously.

She listened intently as he mentioned she needed to connect more with audience. She sort of didn't know how to feel exactly. His eyes seemed to have been glued right on her. Why is he staring at me like that? she asked herself, and then he started to approach her. She could feel her heart rate picking up. She started picking at her nails nervously, still looking at Frankie. She then let her hands drop to the side, leaving the other alone. She didn't know what to think. Does he stare at everyone like that? she asked herself. She couldn't help but notice how slow he was walking. Why is he walking so slow? What the hell?! she asked herself. She grew very nervous, but tried not to let it show. She was sure this guy had a lot of doubts about her and for some odd reason she wanted to prove him wrong. What was it about him that wanted her to make him take back every negative thought he may of had about her? Maybe it was the ego. It had to be the ego he had.

When he grabbed her, she gasped. She was in shock. She had spent most of the time she was watching him determining what he was about to do. She never thought that he'd do that out of all things, and that wasn't even the worst of it. Whatever he was trying to make her believe, she was believing it. No ones really ever been that way with her. In neither plays or real life. Guys usually played it safe and put their arms loosely around her waist. She didn't understand why they were that way with her, it was just natural. With Freddie, she didn't know how to act. Her thoughts were all over the place. He was intense, he knew what to do, what to say, and the right way to move. She could swear she felt chills running down her spine at his question. She closed her eyes lightly, placing her hands on his shoulder, being that she had no where else to put them. He had been so close to her.

She nodded a little, "Mhm..," she replied. He was a great actor, cause she was believing every thing he was doing right about now and really was wishing that he'd continue. Eww, Gio. You dont even know him. she thought to herself. "I definitely feel the difference," she said. She just hoped he didn't hear how loud her heart was beating. Though, she didn't think that was possible. She was becoming even more paranoid, must have been a side-effect to her nervousness. She was in complete awe. He had her where he wanted her for right now. That was in complete awe over him. Wow, this guy was good. "You're good with your hands." she said softly. Not even thinking, just speaking. She refrained from doing anything back, to 'connect' with him. "But i'm sure you can do better than that." she lied. She just was going to soak this in. Was she flirting? No way, right? Well, she was trying to pull it off as if she thought he could do better, but really she just wanted some more convincing.

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

Fred could tell from the way her body was reacting to him that his point was coming across very clearly. It made him smirk under his intense expression. He honestly wasn’t all talk, the boy could make you cream your pants just by watching him perform. Keeping his hand on her side, and his lips close to her ear, he listened as she spoke. Another smirk tugging on his lips as she mentioned he could do better. She was right. He was being tame, playing it safe with her. If this were an actual drama class where it was a safe place and he knew she’d be okay with it, he’d have taken even bigger risks with the physical interactions he was initiating between them. Still though, he could up the ante without making her completely uncomfortable. And it seemed, that was what she was asking for. What sort of charming young man would he be if he didn’t oblige?

This was good for her anyway. Acting was about twenty percent action, and eighty percent reaction. You needed to learn how to give your other actor something to respond to, and also let your responses flow freely so it was a natural chemistry on stage. “When you free yourself up,” he spoke into her ear, fingers dancing down to her hip once more. “Really connect with your fellow actor, you’ll find your reactions are more fluid, and amazing moments of subtext will just create themselves between you, visible, like static electricity..” Though there was nothing all that passionate about the words he was speaking, he murmured into her ear. Voice as smooth as honey. Sultry undertones. Showing her that it wasn’t always the words that were important. While strong dialogue was a must, it was up to an actor to really do something with those words to make them come alive.

“Love scenes are hard..” he mused, not that he had issues with them. More that he understood that it was hard to build that real tangible connection with someone on stage. Moving his other hand to the girl’s hip, Freddie pulled her closer to him. Removing the remaining distance. Moving his hands over her hips and thighs. Fingers trembling slightly, as though he was having trouble maintaining the emotion and desire he felt for her. “Building a connection..” he swallowed, his voice hitching. “It’s not easy. You want to audience watching what you’re doing to the other actor, longing to feel your hands on them..” he purred slightly. Moving his hands needily up her sides, then over her shoulders to her neck. Leaving one hand probing her collarbone, the young man slid the other down to the small of her back. Dipping her slightly.

“You need to build the tension.” He spoke, moving his lips aware from her ear. Hovering them so close to her jaw that he was sure she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Which was, you know, part of the plan. “Have them begging for more..” he started, the fingers pressed into the small of her back working her skin slowly. “Before you finally give them what they want.” With that, he closed the gap, and pressed a very soft kiss to her jaw, before pulling back to lock eyes with her once more. Ha. He knew she’d be in awe of him before he was through with her.

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[GIOVANA ESME HARPER]

As much as Gio wanted to listen to what Freddie was saying, it was almost impossible. The way he spoke so softly to her was amazing. It was almost like music, however, he wasn't singing. His voice was lovely. He was going on and on, and then he said something about static electricity. Who cares? She was distracted with what he was doing with his hands, and his voice was like sweet music. However, the music she couldn't define by lyrics. Therefore, she was tuning in and out to what he was saying. She bit on her lower lip softly. If anyone happened to walk in and just see the two they probably would assume a lot of crazy thoughts. She'd be embarrassed to, because if this was just some other regular guy walking passed her in the hallway she would have slapped him by now or something and went home crying. However, he had her very interested. He wasn't crossing his boundaries or anything, so it was all good for now.

She did hear him when he said that love scenes were hard. I doubt they'd be with him as a fellow actor. I'm pretty sure all the girls beg to do a love scene with this guy. she said, but she wouldn't tell him that. Just because he knew how to work his hands and he had talent didn't mean she was going to boost up his large ego even more than it already was. No way, not her. Thing was, she was sort of doing the exact thing she didn't want too by standing here allowing herself to fall into this tension that she built up but he expanded. Pretty soon there was no distance between them. Okay, she was really curious to see the reaction of some one if they walked in now. If anyone knew Gio, they knew that this was not her at all. She was definitely not going to tell anyone, not even her best friend.

He had gone on to say that the best reaction from the audience, when doing a love scene, is making them long for your hands to be all over them. Yeah, she could agree with that. She could name about five girls who wouldn't mind being in her shoes right about now. The way he said things was just the icing on the cake. She was definitely going to write this in her diary, journal, or whatever people called it these days. When he dipped her she smiled, he was doing everything the right way. She definitely felt like begging for more right about now, but she'd keep her mouth shut, for now. Then she had felt him kiss her. It was so soft, and intriguing. He was so good at being a tease. There were probably a lot of girls who despised him for being such a professional in this category. There were probably a lot of jealous guys lingering around too, watching what he did on stage but taking mental notes for themselves in their own personal lives.

She stared him back in his eyes. Was that it?! Still, she was satisfied with her lesson. Her eyes grew soft on him. She completely pushed the fact that he was very egotistical out of her mind. She thought nothing but good things about him for right about now. "Wow.." she said softly. She had to make one of the hardest decisions right now. She glanced away, staring at the floor. She was afraid if she stared at him for any longer she'd kiss him right now, and be completely humiliated. "You're very good at this. I mean at that, I - I mean," she said trying to piece her words together. "You're good at this." she decided to say. She decided to look at him again, taking a step back. She slid her hands into her back pockets. "That was amazing." she said. She wasn't sure if he was through with her yet or not, but, if he did anything else she'd be pretty sure he was over stepping his boundaries. She'd like it, but she'd have to put an end to it.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention: Giovana Harper was sort of a Prude. Learning mostly about physical affection by the stores she heard or what she had seen on stage, she wasn't good at it. This guy was a pro, however. She tried to think of a number of how many girls he's sweet talked in his passed. "So, you're like a natural heartthrob I see. The girls must swoon all over you Freddie." she said, staring him back in his eyes.

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

Freddie could have gone further. He could have gone a lot further. He was on his best behaviour though. The last thing he wanted to do was break whatever spell had been working by pushing her way too far and having her end up thinking he was some creepy perv. That wasn’t going to be fun for anyone now was it? Fred’s reputation was actually really important to him. He liked people to think well of him. Who knows what he’d actually do if he knew that a bunch of people (meaning everyone) thought he was a complete tool. Probably be really upset, throw a diva fit and make himself look like an even bigger tool. It’s a tool cycle, really. No way out of being seen as a tool unless you, I don’t know, changed your more tooly personality traits but who had the time for that? Besides, Freddie had issues identifying tool traits in himself, so it wasn’t even an option.

A smirk stretched across his features as he watched the girl lost for words. He was rather proud of his work. The young man was sure he could get this girl to be like putty in his hands with only a small amount more coaxing. Question was, what did he exactly want to do with her when she was putty? That was something he hadn’t exactly decided yet. Freddie wasn’t sure how to take this girl yet. She was pretty of course, and this whole meeting had been fun. He just wasn’t sure yet. It would be fun to figure it out though. He gave a small shrug. “Thanks..And yeah. I try not to, but I always end up breaking hearts.” He tried to sound casual as he spoke. That was what made Freddie seem even more cocky. He said his self important things in such a casual tone, as if they were throw-away comments.

An idea struck the young man. His smirk grew even wider, as he slowly closed the distance between the two again. Carefully, he took her small hand in his. Guiding her hand, he slowly pressed it to his chest, letting her fingers move down to his stomach. “Why don’t you give it a go?” he asked, voice like honey once more. Eyes finding hers. “I’ll help you..” he purred, coaxing her. “Think of it like, a private lesson..” He offered her a gentle smile, still guiding her hand around his chest. “I’m going to let go of your hand in a moment..” he leant down to talk softly into her ear. “And you’re just going to act, don’t think. Just go with your feelings.”

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[GIOVANA ESME HARPER]

Giovana heard him loud and clear when he said he always broke girls hearts. How could you try not to do something like that? If you didn't want to break some ones heart, then you wouldn't, right? Then again, Gio wasn't the one to judge, she broke it off with some one that really cared about her. Not only that, she actually was being flaky with the guy. She just didn't know how to be with most people. He did look like a heart-breaker though. He had this swag about him that fit the heartbreaking character. Most guys with big ego's usually did break a lot of girls hearts. Gio never really understood why. Maybe it was because they thought they were to good to stay in a serious relationship? "Do you?" she asked. "That's not hard to believe." she said, returning her gaze at him. "So what's the reason for it? Dont like relationships? Temptation?" she asked.

She observed his facial expressions carefully. When his smirk grew wider she raised a brow Then he had approached her again. She began to grow curious as to what he was about to pull of again. When he insisted on her 'trying' out what she just learned she shook her head a little. A nervous smile appeared on her face as she laughed nervously, "I- I don't know.." she said. Then he mention he'd help her, and then he was speaking in that way again, and looking deeply into her eyes. Gosh, she was just about to fall in this trap again. He's toying with you Gio. You need to just leave now. she told herself, but quickly pushed those thoughts to the side. Her eyes left his as they looked at her hand he was holding. She watched, carefully, at what he was doing with it. When he placed her hand on him she looked back up into his eyes.

When he said he'd help her she nodded slowly, "Uhuh, okay." she replied softly. Giovana's 'feelings' never played out in her favor. She was going to try though. Just because she wanted to. Its not like she was completely intrigued by this guy. No way. She was just going to try to see if she had learned anything he had just taught her. Yeah! That was it. "Feelings?" she whispered softly to him, moving her hands up his chest softly. Teasing him with her fingertips, she moved them up at a slow pace, allowing them to melt into the fabric of his shirt until she reached his firm chest. Letting one hand rest on his shoulder. She moved the other hands through his beautiful hair, not thinking about anything for once. If she were she wouldn't even try it. His hair was so soft, and the texture was so nice. The way it felt against her fingers was so perfect. She's never met a guy with such nice hair.

"Your hair feels so nice, I could run my fingers through it for hours." she whispered to him. Her free hand sliding back down to his stomach at the bottom of his shirt. Almost as if they were contemplating 'going inside'. Still, she moved that hand from over the fabric of his shirt, to under his shirt. "My hands are aching for more, more of you." she replied. Her cool hand touching his warm stomach. She licked her lips softly, her fingers exploring his stomach, working their way up to his chest, carefully. Almost as if they were taking notes or something. "Your body is so warm." She moved her other hand from his hair. She removed the occupied hand from under his shirt, placing both hands on the top of his shirt, she pulled on it. "I feel that there's to much distance between us," she added on. She then her body against his, and then her lips made their way to his collarbone. "Your skin is so soft," she whispered against his flesh. She placed a soft trail of kisses from his collarbone up to his jaw, she placed her arms around his neck as she decided to do the unthinkable. She closed the gap between their previously parted lips. Kissing him deeply, and passionately. She wasn't thinking, and it felt good not to think for once.

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

In all honesty, Freddie didn’t know how to respond to Gio’s question. He probably didn’t break as many hearts as he thought he did, and he wasn’t sure why he broke the ones he did break, so how was he even supposed to answer? He could guess and say there was a small part of him that was sort of sadistic and that breaking hearts fed his ego, however that wasn’t something he’d readily admit. Ever. So instead he merely shrugged. Ignoring her question and moving on to a much more entertaining topic. After all, this wasn’t supposed to be about revealing deep dark secrets about yourself. Unless you were a method actor, and used your own personal experience to cry on stage. That wasn’t acting, that was being your own sensitive self. Even a tool like Freddie knew that stuff like that was just plain wanky.

Swallowing, Freddie took his own advice and stopped thinking. Just letting his feelings lead him. He had to be honest now. This was bloody good. The boy didn’t know if she was acting, taking in everything he had said before to create an fake connection, or if it was real chemistry between them. Really though, who cared what it was? Her hands were tingling his skin, waking his body up. Next thing he knew, her hands were in his hair, and all he could do was purr. He loved it when people played with his hair almost as much as he loved, well.. His hair! “I’d let you..” he murmured. He really would. He count spend eternity letting her play with his hair like that without any complaints at all. It was divine.

His breathing hitched slightly at her next words. He longed to say something back, something about how she could have as much of him as she wanted. Instead, he bit on his lip to keep from making a sound as her fingers slid under his shirt. He guessed he was getting his own back now. Payback for the torture he had just submitted her to. By god, was he going to accept it willingly. It felt too got not to. He let out a whimper as her hands were removed from his flesh. Leaving his skin burning in it’s wake. “You learn fast..” was all he could say before she was closing the distance between them, kissing from his collar-bone up his jaw, then at last his lips.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around her. Pulling the girl as close to him as was possible. His own lips answering hers with vigour. Action and reaction. She tasted sweet, like something he knew yet couldn’t really put his finger on. His chest was still longing for her touch once more, so without hesitating he broke the kiss to pull his shirt off in one swift motion. Not bothering to look where he dropped it as his lips found hers once more. Hungry. “Touch me..” he purred against her lips, before pressing his own to hers. Sucking on her bottom lip.

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