Dim Spotlight (open)

[Tristan Richards]

Walking into an empty auditorium was like walking in before Davinci finished a master piece. The empty stage was just like an empty canvas before it is painted on. Looking around Tristan noted all the empty seats and the lights that were dim on the stage, just enough to keep the room from being dark. Slowly he continued through the doors and down the aisle, hand gliding over the seats as he continued to the stage. This was one of his favorite moments. The quit tranquility of an empty stage that he could perform whatever he wanted on it. The deep color of wood with the lights dimly lighting it up so that it seemed to sparkle ever so slightly just seemed to call his name. His feet itched just to jazz dance all over the stage, images of the maroon curtains opening up as he twirled his way out, filled his head. The stage started to creep closer and closer as his eyes became more focused on the stage and the curtains, his mind reeling with all the possibilities. Approaching the stage he ran his hand across it as he walked to the steps, music slowly starting to play in his head as his left foot stepped up onto the step and he worked his way on stage.

With a deep sigh Tristan moved to center stage, looking out into the empty auditorium he could just picture all of the people in the auditorium there to see him. Imaginary people, along with imaginary members of parliament and the president. After all if your dreaming you might as well dream big. As the smile on his face grew and he fussed with his brown hair a little, he started to dance. Each move calculated and prepared for the one to follow it. His legs stretched and retracted, a few subconscious ballet moves thrown in as well. Soon his eyes closed as he kept dancing, imaging other dancers with him, but he was the lead performer. The music swirling and playing, everybody's eyes on him and his co-star. A brilliant little blonde in a pink leotard, as he was wearing black jazz pants and a tight white top. At least in his mind everything seemed to fit perfectly, her moves matching his moves to perfection. Tristan was enjoying the empty auditorium as his picture perfect performance continued on.

[Noah Wilde]

Rain. Rain again for what seemed like the tenth day in a row. Noah wasn't fairing well with the constant stream of water pouring from the sky. She didn't like to feel trapped. She didn't like knowing that going outside would just make her feel more miserable and alone than being inside. Normally she kept to herself during these days. She read books, she wandered the shelves of the library or quietly found a draw. But she couldn't stand the library another second and her roommates had made living in her apartment hell. They were too loud and didn't clique with the poor passive blond.

It wasn't that Noah didn't like people. She liked people a lot. She just didn't quite know how to interact with them or how to... communicate. She knew what she wanted to say. She knew what words to use and how to say the words but there was just a block whenever her lips moved to let the poor words free. Trapped like a poor canary in a cage. Her mouth would just shake and her words would fall clumsily from her mouth into a puddle of mud onto the floor. The fear of embarrassing herself again in front of a person was enough to make her keep her mouth shut unless being directly spoken to. ANd even then sometimes she'd find ways around actually opening her mouth.

Not knowing where she was going to go Noah grabbed her bag and headed for the halls of the school. An adventure. Well as close to an adventure as she'd ever been. Before long she found herself in the last place she'd ever thing, the auditorium. She wished that she had the guts to stand up on a stage and perform like so many of the other students. She longed to be beautiful like the actors in her beloved films. She often imagined she was one of the great silent film stars like Clara Bow. She didn't have to say a word and she was still so highly regarded and people noticed her. She wasn't just a piece of wood blended in with the wall. Clara Bow was a star that the whole world stopped to admire. She wished she was like that.

Carefully the gangly blonde girl opened the big doors to the auditorium. Once inside she smiled watching a boy dance his heart out. He was mesmerizing. The way he moved so freely, the way he spoke with his body. It was magic. She couldn't look away she was truly in a trance. She went to take another step closer when her awkward giraffe legs got in her way tripping her sending her face planting into the aisle sending her bag and its contacts flying landing with a loud thud.

[Tristan Richards]

Tristan was doing fine until he heard the thump. As the contents of the bag went everywhere, the noise scared Tristan causing him to fumble and fall, landing awkwardly on his ankle. After quite a few profanities and a ticked off look at the girl who was also on the ground Tristan slowly began to get up. He had to remember to keep his calm, for he didn't know if this girl could be of use to him. People that helped him with personal gain where always a pleasure for Tristan to meet. Carefully he started to walk towards her, trying not to put too much weight on his ankle, slightly limping. He knew the pain wouldn't last more than a day or so and he would be able to dance again, but he was angry because he was rudly interrupted by a girl and he fell, embarrassingly so. Tristan got off the stairs and holding onto the side of the stage walked over to the new mess of stuff. Noticing the once quite and serene auditorium was now not so quite or serene.

Kneeling down he started to put the stuff back into the bag, gathering what he could for her, figuring she would need help getting up so he tried to put everything in her bag he could before limping his way slowly over to her. Holding out the bag he sighed looking down at her. "Are you ok? I tried to get all of your stuff back into your bag." This seemed to be unusually nice for him, but like he already agreed on in his head, he didn't know yet if he could use her or not.

[Noah Wilde]

The fall hurt Noah but the shock and embarrassment hurt more than the physical blow. Her face turned bright red as she looked up at the boy. So much for being stealthy and now that she'd been spotted and seen flat on her face she half wanted to run out and cry. But no she wouldn't do that... though it'd remain in the back of her mind. Making new friends was difficult enough, embarrassment sure didn't help.

Noah quickly gathered the rest of her things that the boy didn't get and helped shoving her possessions back into her bag. She didn't look up, she didn't make eye contact. "yeah i'm ok." she said her voice hardly over a whisper. It didn't shake at least, this time. "I'm so sorry... I .... you were great." she told him nervously. "i'm sorry i ruined it you were so focused." She felt horrible.


OOC:
so sorry it's so short!

[Tristan Richards]

Of course with his type of personality the compliment went straight to Tristan’s head, as if his head needed to be inflated any more than it usually was. Since she had complimented him pretty much twice he was going to be kind to her for the day. After all she was a pretty girl and he still didn’t know what she was capable of, she still could come in handy if he had her on his side. Tristan held out a hand for her smiling. “Well thanks. I try my hardest even if the auditorium is empty. It doesn’t count unless you want it to count.” His eyes held a certain kindness; at least he tried to make it seem as such. Tristan really was trying to pour on the charm for this girl. After all it was easier to catch bee’s with honey then vinegar. “I can help you up if you like. I would say you can watch me but it seems I have sprained my ankle.” He was still trying to keep pressure off of his ankle after all.

[Noah Wilde]

Noah was so relieved that he wasn't angry with her. Most people seemed to always be angry with her... or using her... or manipulating her... or... .damn she really needed to start changing her song or she'd always be the sad sorry victim that everyone forgot about. No matter for right now though.

Noah was already starting to pick herself up and brush off when he offered. She was used to falling, she was tall and awkward and clumsy and the lack of overall confidence didn't help. Whenever she took a step she feared walking and over thinking the simplest of things just turned them into rocket science. SO yes. She fell a lot. "No no i'm fine." She insisted then frowned. "Oh no you think you sprained it?" She said going over to him. SHe wasn't a doctor but she was pretty handy with medical things. She'd always been good and taken care of the neighborhood kids when they got hurt. She used to want to be nurse.

"Let me see... is it swollen? You shouldn't have come over here if it hurt." She said surprised he was able to walk on it to come help her. "i'm so sorry...." she searching for his name and finding she didn't have one. "I'm Noah by the way."

[Tristan Richards]

Looking behind him, he wobbled backwards still trying to keep the pressure off of his ankle. Finding a close seat he sat down and nodded, realizing it hurt more then he thought it did in the beginning. “I think it might be a little swollen, are you like a nurse or something?” Smiles at her wondering what she is thinking right now and hoping he is giving off the right impression to her. Watching her it seemed like she might be slightly worried about him. “It really is nothing. I mean I didn’t put much weight on it and it should be fine in a few weeks I hope” Looking down at his ankle sighing, “My name is Tristan by the way. Its nice to meet you, well not under these circumstances” With a slight chuckle he leaned back in the chair taking a deep breathe.