When can I see you again? (Open)

[Kamillia Engel]

Kamillia walked into the auditorium, it was a great place to find instruments that anyone could use. Since she lived with her gramps, all her stuff was there and she didn’t feel like taking her guitar back and forth from her house and the school. Apparently she was too lazy for that… So, the school’s instruments would do; they were the school’s right? She shrugged not really caring either way; that was just how she was. If they didn’t want other people using it, they shouldn’t leave it lying around.

Hoping on the stage, she went in the back and took out the acoustic guitar, then sat on the edge of the stage. It was always nice sitting in a quiet place with your thoughts. Not that the girl had much to think about; just simple things, like which class she should skip next, or what she could do on a Monday night. Right now it was lunch time, she hadn’t been very hungry so she decided to skip that. Apparently the girl liked to skip a lot of things. Placing the guitar on her lap, she began to play ‘when will I see you again’ by Owl city.

[Nathan Darwin]

It wasn't often that Nathan would stumble upon the auditorium. Actually, it was next to never. The auditorium was used for a few things here and there that he was forced to go to, but otherwise, he avoided it at all costs because he was not a performer, a dancer or singer or anything else for that matter. Not that he had ever tried his hand at anything of the sort, but he had no intention either. Who knew what his friends would do if they found out about him and his dabbling in the arts had he tried it. No, he had no intention.

The only thing that had drawn him to the stage as he passed by was the sound of a guitar. On his way back from lunch, he hadn't expected to hear anything acoustic, but he could definitely tell the difference. Slipping through the doors carefully, he headed down the aisle ways and looked towards the stage. He saw a girl there, red hair he could tell from a distance, but he couldn't put a finger on who it was. There were only a few redheads he knew and he couldn't say that he knew whether they were musical or not. He hadn't stayed with them long enough to find out. Not necessarily something he was proud of, but it was the truth.

He stopped near the middle of the aisle and stood there as she continued playing. She was pretty good. He wasn't a fan of Owl City per se, but he could appreciate her talent. It was like being able to pull of a hail Mary without question. That was talent. It was like being first in rushing yards and also a champion freestyle swimmer. He could relate to the talent, but not in the same way. Nate just stood there in awe.

[Kamillia Engel]

Kamillia only came to the auditorium when she wanted to borrow one of the guitars. Usually she took it outside, but today she had been lazy and stayed inside. Would his friends really downgrade him for being a performer in anything? Maybe acting, but singing was, in Kam’s mind pretty awesome, as well as playing guitar, or even drums. But she wasn’t the type of person to care about the negatives of people’s thoughts about her.

She hoped that him standing there in awe was a good thing, and not a bad thing. Kam wasn’t really a fan of Owl City either, but she really liked the song, and the movie that it was made for. But this song was nothing compared to what she could actually do on the guitar, both acoustic and electric. And if he wanted to hear more, than all he had to do was stick around.

Kam looked up from the guitar, she hadn’t noticed the person who came in, and couldn’t quite figure out who it was. “Dude, are you going to stand there all day?” That was her way of inviting him to sit with her on stage.

[Nathan Darwin]

Nate would get flack for being any sort of performer. He didn't know any guys on his teams that were artsy and sensitive like that. The most he did was read in his free time, but no one, not even his roommates ever caught him. Nick was the only person who knew how advanced his vocabulary could be and that he was also a very good writer when he needed to be. The only class he ever excelled at really was English thanks to his grammar and comprehension abilities. But reading and writing didn't really count as an art form.

As she looked up, he sort of froze because he hadn't realized he'd been staring. Seeing her face, he had to admit she was pretty cute, older, but cute. Once he relaxed a bit, she spoke and he couldn't help but smirk. What a way with words. She seemed almost bored with how laid back she was, but he doubted that was the case. Who came to play music if it bored them? Next to no one.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, but you're really good. You mind if I stick around to listen for a bit?" By her question he wasn't sure if she meant that he should leave or what. He wasn't good at reading girls like her, mostly because he was used to the complete opposite. She seemed less clingy and that was always a good sign.

[Kamillia Engel]

Kamillia didn’t think he had to be ‘sensitive’ to sing. Look at all the heavy metal or even rock bands out there, yeah they wrote music but the singers weren’t soppy, or sensitive. All he had to do was look up black veil brides, and watch some of their interviews, those guys weren’t what you would call ‘sensitive’. But everyone had their own reasons for not doing something, for whatever reason that was. Deep inside that was something Kam had to respect in some way though, she knew it might not be hard for her not to give a crap of what others thought of her, but it was for other people. Just like it was hard for her to be the kind of person some people wanted her to be.

Looking over Nate, Kam also had to admit the dude was cute too. She wasn’t one to care about age though (as long as he wasn’t too young..), but she didn’t care about a lot of things. Yes, Kamillia had a unique way with words, it was her thing, and yet also a turn off for a lot of people. The redhead wasn’t bored though, not now at least, she had been before. She was just naturally laid back.

Shaking her head she smirked “Nah, You’re totally fine. And thank you! I know I am.” She was purposely being cocky, not to impress him, but just to have fun. “Dude, of course you can. Come on and sit down if you want.” The girl didn’t mind having an audience. Kam was pretty easy to read, most of the time, at least she thought so. She didn’t see the point in playing mind games, but some of the things she says could come off the wrong way, or she said it the wrong way, or just wasn’t thinking. But he was right when about her not being clingy, she wasn’t that way at all.

[Piper Goldburg]

It was finally lunchtime. Piper waited in the lunch line to get some macaroni and tater tots. She loved the food at Hammel. Her parents were usually busy with work so they got take out often. Piper didn't sit in the cafeteria though. She didn't want to be known as the girl who sits alone. She headed to the auditorium to eat. Piper preferred sitting there because it was quite and had really comfortable chairs. Also, on days like today when she was feeling musical, she could play her ukulele and no one would bother her.

As she got closer to the auditorium, Piper started hearing a guitar and singing. When Piper got to the door, she could really hear the beauty in the singer's voice. Whoever they were, they were talented. Usually, Piper would have just eaten in another room but the music was so amazing that she couldn't stop listening.

Piper slowly opened the door so she wouldn't interrupt the musician. She took a seat in the very back row, put down her ukulele, and listened. She tried not to chew loudly so she would go unnoticed. But secretly, she hoped the student noticed her and asked her to play along.

[Nathan Darwin]

Nathan understood that music didn’t have to be sensitive, but most heavy metal or rock bands did have some form of sensitivity to them, just hidden in their lyrics. Yes, he knew music well enough to see it, but he couldn’t play an instrument to save his life. Or sing, oh gosh don’t give him a mic. Karaoke was one thing because everyone was supposed to sound horrible, he was one of those people. Anyone who lived with him at one point or another knew that he liked to sing in the shower. And it wasn’t pretty.

“Oh good, I didn’t want to be that creepy guy,” He laughed. He was never that guy, but hey there was a first for everything. Nate climbed up the stairs and pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards. “So how long have you been playing? Sounds like you’ve been at it for a long time.” That was a good conversation starter he thought. Talking to girls was pretty easy for someone as confident as him. Especially when he wasn’t intentionally hitting on them or trying to get with them and he was definitely not trying.

((OOC: Sooooo sorry this took forever and it’s so short >.<))