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Post by FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX on Nov 19, 2010 3:52:27 GMT -5
Freddie thought he looked really attractive in tights. He had toned legs, a good ass, and believed his package size was fairly good. Of course anyone that had been in the position to see his package in all its glory probably hadn’t been honest with him so who knew how good a size it really was. All that mattered for the moment was that he liked it. Craning his neck, the boy took in the shape of his rear in the mirror of the dance studio. All the other students were getting ready to leave. Many of them were rushing off to change, or at least put clothes other their dance clothes. Not Freddie though. He thought he looked just delicious in his tights and white tank top, so why would he change? Besides, he had a drama class next. His Shakespeare elective which meant the class wouldn’t just be freshman so he needed to make sure the older students knew from day one that he was a serious actor. He wasn’t sure how tights did that exactly, they just.. did.
Giving his reflection a smirk, the young man straightened around, and started to collect his things. Taking a swig from his water-bottle, the boy slipped on his street shoes and slung his bag over his shoulder. He then gave his head a small shake, to toss his hair. For good measure, you know. If your hair looked good, then so did you. Luckily for Freddie his hair always looked fantastic. He was gifted like that, wasn’t he? Oh the lucky boy he was. Looks, money, talent. Who could ask for anything more? If the Gods shone down on him and offered him anymore and offered him anything else, people might start getting jealous of him. Of course, he assumed there were a small few people who were already jealous of him. He assumed being a Broadway Star like he was had to make someone just green. Heh, how amusing.
Once he was ready, the boy strolled out of the class-room. It was good that his next room was in a rehearsal room just a very small walk away from his dance room. That was good, it meant he could take his time getting there. No one liked to have to run to your next class and enter the room already full looking all flushed and disgusting. No, one must enter the classroom looking calm and collected. Possibly in slow motion with your hair and clothes billowing like a Greek God, but that wasn’t always an option. So he had to take what he could get. Pausing to take a breath, Freddie pushed the classroom door open and stepped inside. There were a few students inside, and the teacher, who motioned for Freddie to collect the scene they’d be doing in today’s class.
The boy put his bag down towards the edge of the room and moved to collect the script. Ahh, he purred inwardly. Romeo and Juliet, and the balcony scene of all scenes! While he was at heart a musical man, he had to admit that the role of Romeo was made for him. Sitting himself down on an empty chair, the cocky young man started to glance over the scene to refresh his memory.
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Post by CARINA ELISABETH DEVEAUX on Nov 21, 2010 2:20:30 GMT -5
  She was actually pretty excited to start this class. She loved Shakespeare - she was a total nerd at hear - and she loved acting. It had been the perfect elective for her to take. So far, she was liking college so much better than high school. The fact that she was able to take classes that she actually wanted to as opposed to biology and chemistry and math being shoved down her throat, was making school kind of fun. She was smart, even though she tried to hide it from everyone, but even she had hated taking all those insane courses. Her mother, Tyler and her grandparents were displeased with her choosing this major in particular and for reapplying to Emerson as opposed to Harvard, Yale or her parents Alma matter of Oxford, but this was what she genuinely loved doing. Acting gave her the freedom to express herself and be in the spotlight. That attention she also loved just came perfectly when she acted. It wasn't like she was planning on doing this for a living... right?
The whole thought of her future just made her cringe. Carina was the type of person that lived in the present. She hated thinking about her past or thinking ahead to her future. She actually had no idea why her train of thought had led her to this, and she pushed it away. That was what she did with all things she would rather forget. Running a brush through her long, blonde hair, she looked at herself in the mirror hanging in her room. Satisfied, she grabbed her schoolbag and headed to class. She was early (a surprise, considering punctuality was never one of her good traits) but when she saw the class was almost empty, she rolled her eyes. She was going to look like a keener, but she took a script the professor pointed to and she sat down to read it. She had to roll her eyes at what it was they were doing. Romeo and Juliet. Seriously? Out of all of Shakespeare's masterpieces he had to have picked this piece of crap?
Romeo and Juliet was among her least favourite plays in the world. She always felt disgusted by the things people did for love, which was a myth in her world. After the deterioration of her parent's marriage, it just wasn't something she believed in anymore. Romeo and Juliet only emphasized the ridiculous flaws in people when it came to the people they 'loved'. Really... if Juliet had had a better head on her shoulders, she should have just cut Romeo short. Romeo was just so incredibly creepy by climbing up on the balcony to spy on her like that. If she were Romeo, man she would have pushed him off. She took a closer look at the scene. Ugh! It just happened to be that scene too. She would volunteer to read for the Nurse. Let those other girls clammer at the chance to play Juliet. She certainly wasn't going to leap up and jump at the chance to play a suicidal girl with a mental disorder.
The seat next to her was taken, but she didn't bother looking up from her 'script' to see who it was. She was too engrossed in her nails to hear her professor speak, let alone call on her. "Miss. Deveraux why don't you take a stab at playing Juliet first? And... Mr. Fairfax, play Romeo please. You already seem to be in costume for him. Come on! To the front of the class."
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Post by FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX on Nov 21, 2010 21:10:10 GMT -5
It would have honestly surprised Freddie to know that someone, especially a female, didn’t like Romeo and Juliet. He honestly thought that all females just adored the love story. Longing to be in Juliet’s spot, having a lover willing to take his life for them. It was the ultimate sacrifice for love. Freddie just didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t like that. Then, he also didn’t understand how some people didn’t like him, so it was safe to say there were a lot of things that baffled the boy. He was so wrapped up in his own ideas and thoughts that the understanding of differing opinions often eluded him. Not that he really cared. They were right when they said ignorance was bliss. Freddie was more than happy in the world of his own creation. At least there he could be as awesome as he wanted, without anyone else’s differing opinions to set him back.
The boy smirked as his name was called. Standing quickly. He never hesitated to volunteer in a drama class, so he was perfectly happy to be called upon. Chuckling, he shrugged. “I wish I could say the tights were worn just for this class, but alas, I had a dance class just before.” Even when he was light-heartedly joking, his tone dripped with his cocky nature. He just couldn’t help himself. Freddie was completely full of his own self importance and it tended to show in absolutely everything he did. Even if he tried to tone it down, it wouldn’t work. A fish is still a fish, even when it’s not swimming. Just like this boy had to strut his stuff like some over-stuffed peacock and every chance he got.
A little put off by the lack of laughs his quick witted quip had received, Freddie frowned slightly. Running his fingers through his hair quickly, as though that would save him some sort of face. Of course, he was wrong. Still though, he tried. With a few long strides, he was at the front of the room. Tossing his scrip to the ground. A sign that he wouldn’t be needing it. He’d actually played Romeo in high school and was pretty familiar with the text. Though it was perhaps a little presumptuous to assume that he wouldn’t need the script at all. Shakespeare wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world to master. Eyes alight, he glanced around. Trying to guess which one of those oh so attractive girls would be his Juliet.
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