A day on the grounds (open)

[Don Meigs]

Don walked outside the school's front doors with a basket in hand, and binder full of music in the other. He walked across the grounds of Wellings school looking for nice place to sit, have a meal, and mess around with his music. He finally found a place beside a large tree that was nice and shady. He set down the basket and pulled out a blanket from it. He flattened the blanket on the ground and placed the basket in the middle. When he pulled out his Sandwhich and chips, he noticed that his lemonade had a dead cockroach in the bottle. He took it out and threw it towards the close by trashcan. He looked around at the few people that were outside and then opened his book. After a little while he had already finished his sandwhich and was fairly close to being done with his chips. The piece of music he was working on was didn't look like it could be messed with anymore and stay readable, so he lied down and watched the clouds move by, wandering when he would make some friends here at Wellings that he could talk with on a daily basis....

[Isabel Blair]

It was a much better day today for Isabel, a little less...stressful and worry filled. The sky above where she was walking along the perfectly green trimmed grass was pure blue, a few clouds here and there. She needed somewhere to sit, somewhere to eat her lunch. Barely anyone was sitting inside the cafe on a day like today, but there seemed to be noone... alone. She did not want to force herself upon a group. She spotted someone, someone she did not know but who was sitting alone, seeming to be immersed in papers Isabel could not see properly from where she was. So she walked over to him, and placed her bag, which was heavy and filled with her dance stuff, her lunch, and her pointe shoes on the corner of his blanket. She sat down beside him, smiling a shy and adorable smile, not really on purpose, and said. "I hope you don't mind, I can't find anywhere else."

[Don Meigs]

"Yes I do...nah, I'm kidding. I don't mind. I'm Don!" Don said with a large smile, "I was just going through some music here and there. Beautiful day, isn't it? The sun shining on my face just makes everything that this world has to offer even great, even the bad things."

[Isabel Blair]

Isabel grinned. "I'm Isabel." She could not help but continue to smile. She admired his positive attitude, and the way he spoke... it was poetic. Kinda weird, she had to admit, but it was just really cool to meet someone who could voice words like that. "It's nice to meet you Don. Sorry, I have nothing interesting to say. Let's see..." She tried to think of a topic. "Right, I'm out."

So she just started to eat her lunch, going through everything carefully and slowly, eating as much as she needed, and not exceeding more than she hungered for. She took a sip from her water bottle, then noticed his music. Isabel herself was a music idiot, though she could keep timing. She had no voice, and knew nothing about reading the notes and other stuff such as that. It facsinated her to see that someone understood and new it with ease, and she could not help but envy that talent. "Do you write it yourself? The music?"

[Don Meigs]

"Not most of it, I usually get it from Vocal Scores for show tunes. It's nice finding a new song that I can learn and interpret for myself. I write monologues for them and act them out with that. Depends on what I'm auditioning for. Sorry, I'm going off topic. I have never written a good song, so I never keep them with myself. What artistically beautiful thing do you do?"

[Isabel Blair]

It was very easy to like Don, and to feel comfortable with him. He seemed to be very... outgoing. And she liked that about him. She liked it very much. "Well, here, this explains good enough, doesn't it?" She stood and moved gracefully to where she had dropped her bag in what seemed like one swift movement. Then she bent down and unzipped it. After a few moments of rummaging around in it, she pulled out her pointe shoes, holding the small pink things by their ribbons. "The... artistically beautiful thing that I do, is dance." She said with a grin, and she sat down beside him again, because standing was starting to make her feet hurt.

"I suppose it's worth it though, isn't it?" She asked, "If you're feet and legs are killing you, but because of something you really love to do, it's worth it? Or..." she paused yet again becoming lost in thought, then contnued it, "Or is it simply a foolish want to put yourself in pain?"

[Don Meigs]

"No, not at all. My father raised me on the belief that pain is weakness leaving the body, and thus I try to take it, although like any normal person, I do not like it. But Musical Theater causes my feet to hurt and I don't always end up in the best positions when dancing. In vocal I sing until my throat hurts and then I even sing a little more. The arts are supposed to be painful, but they're supposed to be rewarding and exhilarating both at the same time." He said with a bright smile. "Have you ever wondered, like I do at times, how somebody couldn't love what you love? I know it's good that everybody else doesn't love it, but I do wonder why people don't love it for some reason at times."

[Isabel Blair]

Isabel took a minute to take in all that he had said. She enjoyed the way he spoke to her, how poetic and completely free and sure it was. It was clear, and he was not afraid to say any of it. It was what he clearly believed, what he clearly meant, and she found it...refreshing to know that someone like this was out there. And Don was so close it was almost strange to think the words he spoke were real. So she thought, and she whole heartedly agreed.

Isabel said, "I think that it really takes someone who is completely open to everything, who thinks small things are wonderfull, to love what we love. Ballet... it is a rather harsh art, probobaly one of the harshest, but when it comes out it's beautiful. So, how can something so beautiful, how could someone not like it simply due to the process that it takes to capture the final product?" Isabel was surprised that she was speaking like this, so completely open to him like she had known him forever. She blushed, and said, "Sorry," under her breath.

[Alexander Miller]

Alex was, along with being bored out of his mind, glad he didn't have a class at the moment, he needed a chance to clear his head, get away from studying and working like crazy. So he wandered out onto the grounds, glancing around looking for someone that would put up with him for a little while. Suddenly, after looking around walking is random directions for a few minutes, he noticed a couple people, boy and girl, sitting together, who seemed far to happy to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and he decided to make over that way. What would they do? Slap him?

He walked over and said as he got closer, "Hey, I apologise for jumping in but you two seem to be far more interesting than the rest of the dead souls out here." and he sat down a foot from the both of them, dropping his books in a heap next to him, smiling, and wondering why he was so unshy at the moment. "I'm Alexander, Alex, if you don't want to feel like your summoning a distant knight everytime you say my name."