As Adam glanced around the room, his gaze fell upon a girl with long ash hair, sitting in the back of the room. She seemed to be regarding everyone with a bemused stare. Adam walked over to her and sat down. "Hi, I'm Adam." He said. "And you are?"
Somehow she knew this was coming. She takes a moment to wipe all emotion from her face. "Kate. My name is Kate and before you say anything else, yes, what happened to you regarding your audition for this school happened to me. Pretty sure it happened to all of us." To ease the brutality of her introduction, she smiles a genuine smile. She's had years of practice at via her father.
Adam eased down a little into his chair. He recognized himself in that face, so bereft of emotion. He knew how she was feeling inside. "Hey," he said, extending an arm and gently touching her shoulder. "Whatever you are going through, and however bad you're feeling now, it will get better."
She jumps slightly at his touch but its barely visible. She wants so bad to rip his head off, but she can see in his eyes that he's been in a similarly tough situation. Gritting her teeth she says, "I'm going to give you fair warning. Don't. Touch. Me. And. Don't. Talk. To. Me. Like. You've. Known. Me. All. My. Life. 'Cause. You. Haven't." She gently shrugs his hand off her shoulder and sighs. "But," she pauses. "Thank you for your concern." She forces a smile on her face and she can feel her heart breaking more. This is why she avoids people, they care and when they do, she starts to care. Its heartbreaking. She turns her face away from the soft, genuine concern in his eyes.
Adam smiles apologetically. "Sorry," he whispers, and gets up to go. He waks away and sits alone in the corner of the room, opposite of the girl. His thoughts turn to his past, but he shrugs them away. Not the place or time for another flashback.
Kate watches him go and though she feels her heart breaking, she pushes it away and turns her focus onto the teacher's lesson. She can hear her father, " Kate, what did I tell you about showing your emotions! You're weak and all you'll ever be is weak!" She can hear him tear her down. If only he could see her now. She'll prove him wrong, even if the man in six feet in the ground, she'll show him her strength.
Adam looked at the clock, and noticed they still had about five minutes left before class. He sidled over to Lizz. "So," he said. "What's your story?"
Lizz almost laughed. This Adam was very... friendly. Most people would be happy sitting in silence, but apparently not him. "Ummm... I act, I guess. And write playscripts occasionally," she replied, not sure what he wanted her to say.
"Oh!" He responded, excitedly. "A writer! That's so cool! What kind of stuff do you write? I like to write musicals. I act in them, too. Anything that flashy, really. And loud. I'm good out loud." Without a moments warning, Adam burst into a beautifully falsetto-ed rendition of Respect. A quick, sharp glance from the teacher silenced that, though. "I love to sing." He whispered conspiratorially to Lizz. "I can just float away from reality. When I'm onstage, I just...become another person. I love it."
Lizz knew exactly what he meant. "That's why I act and write. When I write I can create characters who can be whoever I want them to be," she told him, not entirely sure why. This was stuff she hadn't told her family or old friends. Not that they'd have cared much. "So, what do you want to go on and do after leaving here?" she asked Adam.
Emily watched attentitively as each person talked. She didn't want to get talkative yet, that usually lead to her stubborn arguing. Instead she just sat to the side, giggling to herself.
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Jake saw a girl sitting in the corner giggling. "Hey, what are you laughing about?" He sat down next to her. "I'm Jake. You seem hyper." He joked.
Adam was pleasantly surprised that someone had taken an interest in him. It was usually the other way around, and so extreme was Adam's interest that the people he was talking to tended to yell at him or just walk away. Confronted with someone who wanted to know about him, Adam didn't really know what to say. "Umm...I don't know. I love acting, and singing. I play piano. I just...I'm not really sure. Anything on a stage. But my mom says a performing career isn't practical, that I should be a doctor or a lawer or an engineer. But I just...I don't know. I love that thrill you feel, when you get on that stage and there are, I don't know, three or four hundred people sitting there, watching you, waiting for you to entertain them. That feeling...I live for that feeling. That performance high, where you get lost in a world of the stage...you know what I'm talking about?"
Kate watches everyone from her seat in the back of the classroom. She glances down at her watch and realizes class will start in two minutes. She looks around and her ears pick up on a conversation between Adam and "the rich" girl.
Adam looked back at Kate, and smiled. His face seemed to be saying, "Come on, join us. Come out of your shell. We can be your friends."
Lizz looked back at the girl too and smiled encouragingly. Nobody should have to sit on their own on their first day. She decided to answer Adam's question while they waited for the girl to come over. "I know it sounds stupid, but I'm not too fond of the people side of acting," she admitted. "I get really bad stage fright. The reason I act is to get away from all those expectations, and performing doesn't really help that."
Kate watches as Adam turns toward her and smiles. She knows he wants her to join them and just when she's about to smile and shake her head "no", the teacher calls her. "Sweetheart, can you please move forward? Can everyone in the back move forward so I can begin the lesson?" The teacher asks. Kate grabs her bag and makes her way forward and the farthest seat away from people happens to be right next to "rich girl". Kate takes the seat and tries not to look at Adam. Him understanding her pain has her scared, scared she'll open up to him and others.
Jake followed the group, and sat by another guy. He twiddled his thumbs, no one really talking to him yet.
Adam smiled at Kate, but seeing her pointedly ignore him, thought it was safest to turn away. He turned to Lizz. "I understand that. Stage fright can sometimes be really crippling. Never had that problem." Noticing a tall boy moving behind everyone else, Adam turned around backwards and reached out his hand. "Hi!" He said. "I'm Adam."
Jake smiled. "Jake." He shook Adam's hand. "So you guys already seem well-aquainted. What's your name?" He asked the girl sitting with Adam.