{Simon} To Write A Song

[Brittany Miller]

~ Harmony ~ Melody ~ Descant ~

Brittany sits in the music room, buffing her nails in boredom. Her legs are crossed and she's sure she looks like a total bitch, but she doesn't really care. It is pretty dumb to her that she even has to try out for this choir. She's obviously the best. Her ranges reaches from deep powerful notes to beautiful whistle notes. There's no doubt in her mind that she'll be accepted as soon as she tries out.

The whole reason she's in this town is to sing. Didn't they know that? Brit's more into riding solo, honesltly. She doesn't like other people thinking they're even close to how good she is. Of course her manager thought it would be a good idea to join a choir. He's a dope. But Brittany is kind enough to grace the little school choir with her talent and beauty.

There aren't very many people in the room, but those that are Brittany doesn't know. Then again, she doesn't really know anybody. Not that she minds -- most of the kids seem like weirdos anyway. She can't associate herself with a bunch of nobodies. Her career won't get anywhere if she's trying to maintain relationships.

Her first song doesn't even have a chorus. She only has a cliche studio-made backbeat. Brit assumes that she can just try to pay copyrights for a big song and sing a cover for one of her songs, but that still leaves quite a few for her to write. Writing isn't really her forte, but she knows that critics and fans will like a singer that writes her own songs better than one that just sings whatever is handed to her. Brittany longs to be admired.

When her nails are all nice and shiny, Brittany puts the buffer back into her cute pink tote and pulls out a notebook. It's a special notebook; instead of lined paper inside, it has empty music sheets for her to write on. It's cute and pink, with her name on it in a fanciful cursive font. They had it custom made for her. By they, she means some random people at her record label. It was kind of them, but so far all she's done is tear out a bunch of pages.

The girl taps her complementary Briarose Records pen against her glossy pink lips as she racks her mind for good lyric material.

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[Simon Sevillle]

My god he was nervous. Literally. He had finally gotten the courage to try out for singing, and for the first few days he felt good about it, then realized what he was doing and went back to cross off his name, but it was too late. They had taken it down. He was going to skip it, but nooo. Alvin and Theodore figured it out and dragged him all the way here. Theo you little traitor. Alvin no he didn't expect anything different, but Theo... no one had told Drew yet, and he was hoping he wouldn't make it into choir so he didn't have to tell him.

Simon walked into the music room, bag on his shoulder. His glasses on the bridge of his nose. His favorite blue jacket was on him and zipped up to the top, and while kids complained on how hot is was, he actually enjoyed the heat. He looked around, not knowing what to do, that is until he saw a sign that said for tryouts to sit on the benches. It had a list of names of the students who would be trying out, and it looked like he was one of the last ones. He was tempted to scratch out his name and leave. He grabbed the pen and began to do so but something stopped him. His worst enemy. His conscious.

'Do it Simon! This could be your chance! Your big break! Get the girl of your dreams! Become popular! Let people hear you sing! He began to argue with his conscious. 'But what if people think I'm horrible? I can't stand anymore embarrassment in my life! Why not let Alvin do it? He has the better voice! Or Theodore for crying out loud!' For a second, he began to question his own sanity. He was arguing with himself for crying out loud. Then again, he was the smartest kid in school. 'Simon your voice is amazing! And Alvin is already in choir idiot! Theodore has a voice too, but hes not ready to be a part of this now! Just do it, and don't you dare argue with me!' Simon huffed and he put the pencil down, and walked over to the bench and sat down next to a really pretty girl. She had a pink notebook in her hand, and when he saw the words, they were lyrics. He looked away, it would be rude of him to look at her things without permission. Simon was always a gentleman.

His leg began to shake, and he could've sworn he was beginning to sweat, so he tool off his jacket, revealing muscles and biceps. Simon did surprisingly work out every now and then. With Alvin sometimes. He wasn't a scrawny kid, he just doesn't like gym class. He rolled up the sleeves of his dark long blue sleeve shirt to his elbows, and then rested them on his knees. Waiting patiently for his name to be called.

[Brittany Miller]

~ Harmony ~ Melody ~ Descant ~

Brittany is almost getting into her work -- and by almost, she means almost writing, like, two words -- when a boy sits beside her. Despite the warm room, he's wearing a jacket, which she thinks is super weird. He doesn't look at her notebook either, which genuinely surprises her. Doesn't he care? Then again, why would he? It doesn't have anything to do with him.

He doesn't even say hi. Like, seriously, who doesn't say hi when they seem somebody? That's, like, super dumbb. Her irritation grows almost as quickly as her use of the word 'like'. It happens when she's nervous. Which is even weirder because she has no reason to be nervous. Why would she be nervous? Being nervous is stupid. Being nervous is for ameteurs; and she is anything but.

She knows her name isn't until around the middle -- since it's in ABC order, which she hates. Brittany deserves to be first, every time. Plus, she always gets stuck with the stupid kids in partner work when that happens.

Brittany flips her mass of curly brown hair over a shoulder to give the boy beside her a big, award-winning smile. Her eyes naturally twinkle a bit, giving her an almost scarily happy look on her face. "Hi! My name's Brittany Miller, what's yours?"

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[Simon Sevillle]

Simon is pulled away from his thoughts when the really attractive girl next to him says hi. His eyes widen. She doesn't know who he is? She doesn't know that hes the kid that gets bullied all the time? Maybe she'll figure out if he tells her. God please don't let Simon stutter.

"Um... hi... I'm S-simon Seville..." He says, and he rubs the back of his neck nervously. God why did he always had to be a complete mess around girls?

[Brittany Miller]

~ Harmony ~ Melody ~ Descant ~

The boy seems extremely surprised when Brittany talks to him. His eyes widen, and he stutters out a reply.

"Um... hi... I'm S-simon Seville..."

Brittany gives him a big smile. He seems to give off a certain air that she's seen before. She probably knows him from school. Well, obviously, since they're at a school choir try-out. If he's in her gfrade though, she doesn't know him yet. After all, she's relatively new. It's not like she can just magically know everybody. She knows the important people.

Brit pushes back some loose orange-y brown curls from her face. "So, I'm a sophmore. What grade are you in?"

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[Simon Sevillle]

Simon's still a little confused, and curious about this girl, but he humors her and answers her.

"I'm a... I'm a junior..." He smiles at her softly and he decides to be brave and ask her about her little notebook. "I uh... I couldn't help but notice the lyrics on your notebook. Do you write music as well?" Simon couldn't help but be curious. Maybe... if they can possibly become friends... his father worked at Rose Records. He helped out with the music all the time. If Brittany wanted to sing, he could set her up maybe.

[Brittany Miller]

~ Harmony ~ Melody ~ Descant ~

"I'm a... I'm a junior..."

Brittany's smile stays on her face. Older men. She almost giggles to herself, but decides not to. That makes him older than her, and she isn't sure if it's going to make much of a difference if she wants to be his friend. It doesn't bother her.

"I uh... I couldn't help but notice the lyrics on your notebook. Do you write music as well?"

Brit blinks for a moment before glancing at her little lyric book. Oops. Didn't mean to be flonting her book around... Just kidding. Anything worth flonting will be shown in Brittany's world. She lets out a little laugh, almost sounding a wee bit nervous. Well, yes, she attempts to write music, but hasn't successfully written anything yet...

"Oh yeah, I've been trying to write a song." She sighs. Then she gets any idea. Simon totally said as well after talking about writing songs. Which, like, heavily hints that he writes music. Brit may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but she can put two and two together. "Emphasis on trying. It's not going very well. I got signed for Rose Records, and I'm supposed to write a song. Do you have any tips for a newbie?

She bats her eyelashes -- which are luxioriously long because of her new mascara that she put on -- innocently at the boy. Surely he'll help her. She is pretty cute. Boys like to help cute girls, don't they?

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[Simon Sevillle]

Simon couldn't help but smile at her. He has written music before, but he had his father's help usually.

"I don't really have a lot of tips, but I can get you a good music dealer. My father, works at Rose Records, hes a pretty good deal, he can get you noticed fast if you want to get your songs out in public." He tells her. His confidence has boosted rather well, and hes able to talk to her without stuttering.

[Brittany Miller]

~ Harmony ~ Melody ~ Descant ~

The boy seems completely unfazed by Brittany's flirty eyelash batting, but he gives her answers anyway.

"I don't really have a lot of tips, but I can get you a good music dealer. My father, works at Rose Records, he's a pretty good deal, he can get you noticed fast if you want to get your songs out in public."

Brittany frowns lightly. She already has an agent and a mangager at Rose Records. So, did she need any more help? She doesn't think so. Then again, Simon seemed to know what he was talking about.

So instead of mentioning any of this, she laughs a light bubbly laugh. It'd probably help if I had some songs first, huh?"

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[Simon Sevillle]

Simon couldn't help but smile at her last comment.

"Yeah it would help, wouldn't it? The best way to write a song is to find a good beat, or a tune really. I would have that problem all the time. Once you find it though, the lyrics should come too you. For example," he spotted a piano and walked towards it and got himself comfy on the chair, and he raised his fingers to the keys and began to play a tune he was unfamiliar with. It sort of just came to him really. He started to sing a little, creating words as he went.

"Baby you tear my world apart, the way you smile at it all, I just want you to know how much you a-ffect me so." He stopped playing after that one lyric, and immediately blushed. He had never sung in front of a stranger before really, and it was kind of nice to have someone else listen to him, lets just hope she actually liked his voice.

[Brittany Miller]

~ Harmony ~ Melody ~ Descant ~

"Yeah it would help, wouldn't it? The best way to write a song is to find a good beat, or a tune really. I would have that problem all the time. Once you find it though, the lyrics should come too you. For example..."

Brittany watches in surprise as the boy walks over to a piano that's in the room. He seats himself and starts to play a simple, yet melodic, little tune.

"Baby you tear my world apart, the way you smile at it all, I just want you to know how much you a-ffect me so."

Brittany is pleasantly surprised at the beautiful notes that flow from Simon's lips. She isn't sure whether or not she should like it, especially since that gives her some real competition, but she likes it anyway. When he stops, Simon turns bright red and looks like he regrets his singing.

She gives him a small smile and attempts to continue his song. "How you affect me so-oh-oh-oh. Baby you're tearing my world apart, the way I can't get you off my mind."

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[Simon Sevillle]

Simon can't help the big goofy smile that spreads across his face when she starts to sing with him. Simon immediately thinks of a few lyrics, then begins to play with the soft tune of the piano.

"Every time I think of you, I hear the sound of your voice, feel the way of your skin, and the way that you smell." Simon smiles and continues, waiting for her to play. He'll have to end the song soon, before it's her turn or if the teacher finds out they were messing around with the equipment.

[Brittany Miller]

~ Harmony ~ Melody ~ Descant ~

"Every time I think of you, I hear the sound of your voice, feel the way of your skin, and the way that you smell."

Brittany almost thinks she's starting to enjoy herself. Lyrics flow from him so easily that she's almost being weaned off of her writer's block. In the back of her mind, the preppy girl also wonders who Simon is singing about. Surely there's some inspirational girl out there that he's crushing on.

"And even when you're far away, I feel the brush of your lips, feel the soft of your hair, and the way your eyes gleam."

Then again, that's not really a super valid though. She's singing lyrics too and she's not crushing on anybody... Well, not anybody that she even has a chance with. It's more of a pathetic dream than a crush, really.

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