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Post by alexanderfanthom on Jun 29, 2009 12:38:52 GMT -5
Alex smiled as he press the play button, when it started playing one of his songs, which was O' Royal. Last year, when he was playing his guitar in the park, one of the teachers had heard him playing and singing the songs he made. That teacher happen to be the ballroom Teacher that happen to retire last year and a new teacher was hired. Last year he was just a Sculpting major, despite the fact that he knows how to dance. The teacher had discovered him and his talent of playing the guitar and ask him to record the songs so the teacher could uses the songs in his ballroom dancing classes. Alex really didn't mind and did the teacher's request. It was a week after that the teacher had ask Alex to come over to his classroom to hear his songs on the player and watch the students dance to his songs. Which Alex gladly went to the teacher's classroom. The teacher put the students in their usual pairing and as usual the same girl, who the teacher had be dancing with, was the only one left. The teacher didn't say anything and was about ready to start the music when Alex offered to dance with the last girl. Which took the teacher by surprise and let him to see what Alex would do.
Once the music had started and all of them started dancing, Alex fit in as well as the other students liked if he had belong in the class, which took the teacher by surprise once more. Even thought Alex's ballroom Dancing was basic, Alex still manage to pull though the dance. So the teacher had ask him to stay in that class, despite it was halfway though the semester. Alex gladly stay and became the girl's dancing partner. This year, Dancing was an added major, not all that, but he had finish his science and math classes last year. So which meant more art and dance classes. Alex found out, just before School had started, that they was a new ballroom dancing teacher. From Alex knew at that time is that it was a female in her mid-twenties. Alex, on the first day, found out it was true. Like the last teacher, she played the songs he recorded for the other teacher. But Alex knew that she had no idea who made those songs. Alex hadn't said anything about the fact that he made the records. Besides, if any of the dance students want to dance to one of his songs, they would have to go to the dance studio and play it there. For there were only two copies of the records. One in the dance room. The other is being played. On the dance room's cope, ti says, Dance room Property. On Alex's copy it said, Alex's property.
Alex was wearing one of his usual clothing, but his shoes were in a corner. He didn't have any shoes on. It was a little hard to do ballroom dancing with only one person, but he manage to do it by himself when he has to. This is one of them, since he couldn't find his dancing partner or his twin sister, he had to dance by himself. For those were the only two girls that match his height for dancing. At least the two girl she knows that match his height for dancing. Alex stands at the height of 6'4". Because of that fact, it was a little hard to find him a girl that match his own height. In every dace he had so far, at least one girl matched his height Alex got lucky the first time because the teacher was his height and the girl Alex dance with the semester was 6'. Alex started dancing for a while till he thought he heard a knock. Alex stopped dancing for a minute. He didn't hear anything. that was most likely because of the song. He stopped the song an listen to see if anyone knocked again. |
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Post by Viktor Criss Smirnov on Jul 10, 2009 17:55:59 GMT -5
Criss had slept well for once, in a long while. Rather than being his usual sullen self he was actually in a good mood when he awoke. Though as always he went straight for the coffee pot. It was already full and hot when he got up. The joy of technology. It was set on a timer to turn itself on at a certain hour each day. It was rather nice. If anything it was a great alarm clock when the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the apartment. Another thing too besides the smell of fresh coffee that lightened his mood was the fact that the first thing his eyes fell upon was his little sister. He had fallen asleep on the couch, though he didn't quiet remember doing so. But she was with him curled up with him, tucked under one arm. He had smiled at her kissing the top of her head lightly before he gotten up careful not to disturb her slumber.
It wasn't long though after he'd poured himself coffee that Lamia had stirred. He greeted her and the two talked as he cooked breakfast. They spoke of Obezyanka, and how he'd pulled while Lamia was walking him. Criss growled lightly, he couldn't scold the dog now. He wouldn't likely understand, but he told Lamia if ever she walked him again and pulled to tell him right when they got home. Or to call. She hadn't been feeling well she didn't need a dog as big as Obezyanka pulling her around. After they'd eaten breakfast and cleaned up, the lazed around the apart watching movies and such. Until later in the afternoon Criss became restless, he needed to stretch his legs a bit. Lamia didn't feel like going with him, he understood that. So he changed his shirt, donning a black shirt with bleached whit skull patterns on it, and throwing on his necklaces. He never left home with out them. His black inverted cross and the silver handcuff necklace. His wrists also sported sliver, his watch left and a few on his right. Shoving his feet into his steel toed boots. Criss told Lamia he'd be back kissing her forehead then headed out with Obezyanka on at his side.
Obezyanka wasn't on his leash at the moment. But he stayed well enough with Criss the dark haired Russian didn't always put it on him. Only when the left the apartment complex would the lead be clipped to the large dog's collar. They wouldn't get that far today though. As something else caught his ears. He paused and Obezyanka looked up at him, then hit his owner with his large head. Patting the dog's head lightly in response still Criss didn't moved. He heard music. Music he hadn't heard before, the tone the way it played it was different. Being his passion loved for music he had to find out what it was. Reaching into his pocket he pulled a leather leash from it and clipped the end to his dog's collar. Obezyanka wagged his tail eagerly as he followed Criss as he moved. He finally found the source easily enough, only a few apartments were currently rented right now besides his and Lamia's. Noelle's and Eric's he knew but the one now he stood before. They had likely just moved in or were quiet before and he never took notice.
Debating just then what he would do or say, if he wanted to knock on the door and ask the tenant what the song was. How stupid he might look, or how very odd. Or even if they would hear over the music. Curiosity got the better of him and finally raised his hand to the door letting it rap against the wood a few times. The music didn't taper off, they likely didn't or wouldn't here him. Obezyanka barked just then pulling at his lead, as a cat crossed near by, the dog growled a little. Criss tugged lightly on the lead silencing the dog. He knocked again, just as he did realizing the music had stopped. He sighed a little embarrassed now. But stayed rather than be rude and run. In his younger days that would have been an option. But now, he was older more mature, at least slightly and a teacher he couldn't very well do that. After all students did live in these apartments too. What kind of image would that set?
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Post by alexanderfanthom on Jul 10, 2009 23:37:39 GMT -5
Not long after the music had stop, that another knock came from Alex's door. Alex also heard a dog barking, it was not unusual for someone to have a dog in the building. Alex crossed the room and went over to the door, wondering who would come and talk to him today. was it possible that it was Amelia that had come over and wanted to practice dancing with him, like they do a lot of times. They usually practice Ballet or Ballroom dancing. It was their speed after as well. They rarely went above that speed or a dance like that. Or was it one of the other tenants that had heard the music and wanted to know it's source. Either one was likely but he wasn't sure which one it was. It could have be easily his twin sister, Courtney or his best friend, who is also deaf, Anthony. Courtney likes listening to his music as much as Alex likes listening to his sister's stories. Anthony wish he could his music, but Anthony has his own way of hearing Alex's music. That was putting one of his hand son Alex's mouth as Alex signs and the other hand on his guitar. Of which they would only do in Alex's or Anthony's place. But the dog was the thing that made him think it was not Amelia, Courtney or Anthony but someone that lives in the building. Alex knows for a fact that Amelia, Courtney and Anthony don't have a dog.
Alex open the door and looked to see who was standing there, Alex knew who it was right off, because of his dancing major. It is Viktor Smirnov, one of the music teachers. Alex knew that Viktor never heard him play his guitar or song his songs. Because he usually does that in the park. His songs, playing the guitar, and writing songs were only known to one teacher though his high school years so far, The last year Ballroom dance teacher was the only one that knew about that. Now, none of the teachers know of Alex's music talent, other than dance, of playing the guitar or writing his songs. Alex's songs were different from most music, it was a mix of English, Ballard and country. Just like his words were different as well. Alex had to admit, he didn't play any music, expect for when he is on the Balcony. He lays his guitar than, but it carries into the city not into the building. Alex hardly watch moves, which of course meant for the past three years, his apartment had be really quiet. But now that is change since he is a Dance major. "Hey, Mr. Smirnov. what brings you to my apartment." Alex hadn't had Viktor Smirnov as a teacher yet. So Alex doesn't know how to talk or act around the teacher yet, even though Viktor Smirnov is 22 years old and Alex is 16. A close age gap. |
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Post by Viktor Criss Smirnov on Jul 12, 2009 23:22:50 GMT -5
Criss heard the music stop he looked slightly embarrassed now, but hid it as best he could as he tugged at his dog's lead quieting him. The foot steps within confirmed that someone was coming. He sighed lightly listening quietly. Wishing now that he'd just lingered near the door listening to the music but that would have looked very awkward. Obezyanka pulled lightly in his lead. He didn't want to sit he wanted to walk. A sharp audible growl from Criss made the dog sit quickly looking up at his owner giving him 'the look' as if to say ''Sorry..''
The door opened and Criss smiled lightly, but his face looked as if he was trying to place the young male who answered. He looked familiar. A student? He didn't realize any of the students lived so close to him. His apartment was just a few doors up. Still racking his mind, this had to be a student, but not one of his. He was usually good with names and faces. Just as he started to speak the teen did. The words confirming it. "A student. I uh.. didn't realize you lived so close. Sorry, I just heard the music playing and didn't recognize it, was curious who it was." He said his Russian accent coming out heavily in his voice just then. Likely because of his slight embarrassment which he hoped he hid. "And please call me Criss. For one we're out of school and two I let all my students call me by my middle name, they can't usually pronounces my first or last. Though I must say you did rather well." He chuckled lightly.
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OOC : Sorry the crappy reply I'm still medicated, dang allergies. >_<
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Post by alexanderfanthom on Jul 13, 2009 0:57:17 GMT -5
Alex saw the dog by Criss. Alex likes animals, but he didn't want to think the dog to think that Alex will hurt him or Criss. When Alex firs saw Criss at the door, Alex wasn't sure if he should call him what he called him or by one of his other names. At least Criss was easier to say than Smirnov. But Alex had no problem saying Criss' last name. That was mainly because Alex learned in England for much of his life and there were different people from different countries there as well as English. The neighbor Alex is in, most everyone there is English. There was a couple of Russians, in that neighbor. Alex could tell form the little heavy accent for a minute that Criss is a Russian. "I know that some of the teacher sin this area won't expect me, a student, to be living so close to them. When I moved into this Apartment, I had no idea that I close to some of the teachers till later on. The music You heard is one of two records. The other one is in the dance studio at the school. I have the other one, I am the one that made the record. I made both records last semester with the help of one of the ballroom dancing teachers." It was true of what he just told Criss. Looking at Criss closer than he did when he open the door, he realize that this teacher would go by their first name just form he was dress. Not that Alex mind of how Criss was dress. There were plenty of different styles at the school.
"I am Alexander Fanthom, Just call me Alex or James if you prefer since James is my middle. I am not really surprise that students have heard time saying a Russian last name. Since there are not many Russians around here. In the neighbor I live at in London, there is a Russian family that live there along with a a Russian couple. Because Anthony and I talked to them a lot I learned to say Russian names. Anthony can only sign Russian names since he is deaf." Alex smiled when Criss had told him that he pronounce his last name rather well. Alex knew little of Criss, but knowing Criss liked Music as much as Alex did and from what he heard as well as getting to know him a little better now, Alex liked Criss. But Alex heard that Criss is nice. That seem perfectly true. As Alex thought, Alex wouldn't be surprise that Criss will start liking him from the music that Criss heard when Alex was practicing his dancing. |
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Post by Viktor Criss Smirnov on Jul 20, 2009 14:35:22 GMT -5
Obezyanka watched the boy with his golden brown eyes. His head tipped lightly to the side as he glanced to Criss. The dog wouldn't bite unless he felt Criss was threatened. The boy posed no threat as it seemed so he was quiet and sat obediently beside Criss. Though he'd much rather be running or moving right now. The Russians Lamia and Criss. He knew of no others in this city. He knew Amelia, or of her, she was a friend of his sisters. Nodding lightly, he listened as Alex spoke. "True, It isn't that I didn't expect a student here. There are a few near us. My sister and I live on this strip near the end. And you a song writer. Ms. Ackerman is near by too. You may know her she's the ballroom teacher here. Very impressive. I've written a few myself. You've got talent kid. Do you actually play any instruments? I teach in the music department too if you didn't know. Mostly the classics and rock an' roll." He told him with a smile His accent coming out heavy in his voice. Criss did go by his first name. Not because of his dress, but partly because he was just so laid back that he didn't go for all the formality. Secondly most couldn't pronounce his last name so why toucher the kids with having to say it, when he had an easier name?
"Nice, you know in Russian, we would call you Sasha. It is the pet name of Alexander. I will likely stick to Alex. That is interesting, so you know a few Russian words yes? If you ever take my class you may hear a few. Aha, that is fun, my sister is blind, her friend Amelia Nobles, I believe, is teaching her to sign. Criss was an outgoing person. He tended very much to go out and get his hands dirty and just get to know people. Though he didn't normal knock on random people's doors. He didn't mind making conversation. As for liking Alex, it wouldn't be just for the music, he would get to know the teen for who he was too as a person if given the chance. The music there between them was but an added bonus.
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Sorry for the delay, but here, cruddy post aside. >_<
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Post by alexanderfanthom on Jul 20, 2009 18:45:58 GMT -5
True, It isn't that I didn't expect a student here. There are a few near us. My sister and I live on this strip near the end. And you a song writer. Ms. Ackerman is near by too. You may know her she's the ballroom teacher here. Very impressive. I've written a few myself. You've got talent kid. Do you actually play any instruments? I teach in the music department too if you didn't know. Mostly the classics and rock an' roll. Alex did know that Criss teaches music, but Alex wasn't sure what music till now. Alex does know Ms. Ackerman, for she is his ballroom dance teacher this semester. "Yeah, I do know Ms. Ackerman lives nearby as well as knowing her. At the start of this year, I had added dancing to my major as well as leaving my other major of Sculpting. I am taking Ballroom dancing form Ms. Ackerman. But I can't say for she knows I live close to her as I do. I do play an instrument, I play the Acoustic guitar. I use my guitar for making my music and songs." Which is true, he wrote a good many songs on his guitar. Many of the music he had played on his guitar he hasn't even wrote words to. Many of them he couldn't think of words to.
Nice, you know in Russian, we would call you Sasha. It is the pet name of Alexander. I will likely stick to Alex. That is interesting, so you know a few Russian words yes? If you ever take my class you may hear a few. Aha, that is fun, my sister is blind, her friend Amelia Nobles, I believe, is teaching her to sign. Alex meet Amelia Nobles, who happens to share her first name with one of his best friends and fellow dancing major, Amelia Jones. Alex is aware of that if he was a Russian, he would be named Sasha instead. Of which Alex always found funny. "I do some, because I haven't talked to a Russian for quite some time, for about three years and the words are rather faded from memory. I come from England, it's a little hard to go back for the shorter vacations. I went back in the summer, I haven't talked to the Russian families during my time home though. I meet Amelia at least, not too long ago. She was surprise I know ASL. Anthony, who taught me ESL taught me Enough ASL to know how to sign it. Anthony knows ASL because he has deaf family that lives in America. As well as being deaf himself." |
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Post by Viktor Criss Smirnov on Jul 23, 2009 20:07:31 GMT -5
C nodded lightly. "Ms. Ackerman is really good, you should like her. An' sculpting sonds fun. My sister is taking that next semester I think." He told him the added, "Very nice, acoustic, I have two acoustic and electric. I have a pretty decent drum set in my closet." What little Criss had heard of Alex's songs he was impressed by it. The kid, teenager, had a good beat to his music. It was new and orginal Criss like that.
Though Criss officially meet Amelia yet, he knew of her more less. Being a friend of Lamia's he'd meet her eventually, but right now he was just busy with school, and didn't have much time for the social aspect. Criss actually rather liked the name Sasha, to him it didn't sound bad, or femine. But he was use to it. Here it would be just that, a female name. "Always a shock to find someone who speaks Russian in the states. Even just a little. England is nice.. parts of it. Just rainy, which can be good and bad." Criss said with a light laugh. He liked rain, but it England because of it was often rather humid.
Obezyanka grabbed at the leash in his jurking at it trying to get Criss' attention. "Obez' net." (no) He said with a light growl to his voice. Then looked back to Alex. "Forgive the dog, Russian is all he speaks." He said to the teen then added, "That is good, you learn the signs and other languages it's good for you. My sister, is blind, Amelia is teaching her sign language." Criss smiled lightly at it. He was proud of his sister for wanting to learn, and proud of Alex too. Even just meeting him. It was good to know sign language. Even just a little it can come in handy
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