Comfort Me ~~ Open

[carson]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Carson walked down the hall, humming a tune under his breath. Having the day off to do whatever he pleased was a really nice change. He hadn't been able to do that in a long time. And being a senior, he had papers and projects coming out of his ears. It was intense. So to get some time to himself to just practice, was a welcome change. He adjusted the strap of his bass case on his shoulder, making his way to the auditorium. He had memorized the schedule on when it was empty. He liked having the open area to practice, as well as a place that no one really ever came into when it wasn't in use. He had no problem performing for anyone, but until he really liked a song, he didn't like people to hear it. He moved out of the way of a freshman dashing through the hall. Probably late for class, or just really had to go to the bathroom. Poor kid.

He took a left, walking down yet another corridor, before spotting the familiar double doors of the auditorium. Finally. He peeked inside at first, just to check if it was completely empty. He knew that he wasn't the only musically inclined person at the school, and more often than not, other people shared his love for practicing in the room. But he had gotten lucky. No one seemed to be around. He walked in, walking to the stage and setting his bass down. He unzipped the case, pulling out his baby. He was in love with his bass. He had gotten it with his own money, after saving for years to get it. It was the best thing he owned, more important than his laptop. He hopped up onto the stage, pulling the strap of his bass over his shoulders. There wasn't any microphone, but he didn't really care. He didn't feel like going all out anyway. He hit a few strings, tuning each one until it was perfect, and the way he wanted.

Carson closed his eyes, picking out what song he wanted to do. He was pretty confident on a couple songs, and he knew if he got a few more people to come to form a band, it'd be incredible. He found one that was pretty simple, and started to play the first few notes.

I never meant the things I said
To make you cry
Can I say I'm sorry

It's hard to forget

And yes I regret
All these mistakes
I don't know why you're leaving Me
But I know you must have your reasons
There's tears in your eyes
I watch as you cry
But it's getting late

He acted as though he was giving a real performance, walking around the stage, or just being animated. What he didn't realize was that he really did have an audience. Albeit an audience of one, but still.

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[allegra faith mourne]

Allegra was also convinced that she hated the school. She’d only been there for a month but so far it sucked. People weren’t that friendly in New York. The girls all had their heads up their ass and the guys… well they just seemed to have their own agenda. It wasn’t good going from being a popular student, on the cheerleading squad, in a small town to coming to this busy town knowing absolutely no one. She sat staring into space, the sound of her teacher’s voice droning on and on. This was too much, it was painful. She raised her hand and smiled slightly, requesting a hall pass to go see the school nurse claiming she felt ill. The hall pass was granted, and the blonde collected her belongings and strode confidently out of the class.

A wave of relief danced across her skin when she reached the silence of the corridor. A smile fell on her face, she had no intention of going to the school nurse, and she had no intention of returning to her English class. She leant against the wall and adjusted the bag thrown over her shoulder. She began to walk along the corridor; her stiletto heels clicking against the floor as she moved away from the classroom. The blonde needed an escape, but just as she began to head towards the exit of the school, her guidance tutor turned the corner. Allegra had already been caught skiving once already this week and she couldn’t face it a second time if she wanted to avoid the wrath of her father. She quickly pushed open the heavy door to the auditorium and slipped inside.

The room was empty. She’d never actually been inside the place before, but it had a nice calming feel to it. In that moment, Allegra decided she was going to stay there for the rest of the morning. She settled into the chair, adjusting her skinny dark blue jeans as she did so, making sure her underwear didn’t show at the back. She crossed her arms against her chest and sighed shaking her head. This was silly; she had to face her frustrations, it was the only way she’d be able to rise to the top.

The door creaked open and her heart began to pound, she sunk into her chair, hiding from whoever it was that was going to get her in trouble. But the stranger surprised her and she found herself relaxing slightly as he began to perform. She smiled gently, and began twirling a strand of her blond curls around her manicured fingernail. The guy had a really beautiful voice and he was kind of hot too. Perhaps this was Allegra’s chance.

She stood up and smiled at him, walking towards him as she straightened out her white off the shoulder baggy top, adjusting it so she made sure she looked good. Her heels clipped on the floor but she walked slowly and steadily to avoid ruining his music. She leant against the speaker at the bottom of the stage and smirked as she chewed on her fingernail mischievously. ”Hey, you have a good voice… I like your song.” She told him, her thick Texan drawl evident as she spoke. For some reason, guys in bands were really attractive. ”I’m Allegra.” She knew she should have disappeared and left the guy alone but this would be so much more entertaining than class.

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[carson]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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It was a curse for Carson, not having the greatest perception to his surroundings. It didn’t help that being from a different country made him less aware of just about anything to do with the states. Especially New York of all places. It threw him off. He knew that in America, things tended to be a little different to what he was used to. Not to mention the fact that he had already graduated from the high school and was going to college at NYU. But the auditorium at the college was nearly always being used, so he liked to go back to the high school to practice. It was almost always empty towards the end of the day, so it was the perfect set up. And he loved being able to be a bit louder, since most kids were in classes and no one was going to walk in.

He set his phone to silent before setting up everything. He didn’t need any distractions. Not that it really mattered, but he liked to have a good solid time to practice with no disruptions. Although, lately, the only person he ever talked to was his little sister. But they were super close, so he was perfectly fine with it. At least until she started to bug him about his love life. Then it got to be a little annoying. He wasn’t the best when it came to being around girls. He was incredibly shy. Especially the girls who would come up to him and either touch his arm or something like that. he’d go bright red and stammer. Some girls found it cute. He found it humiliating. Or if the conversation turned awkward, he’d giggle out of embarrassment.

Carson was in his best on stage and being himself, doing what he loved. He wasn’t the strongest singer, but since he didn’t have anyone for a band yet to sing the songs, he was the one who had to. He’d give it up in a heartbeat though if he could find some bandmates. He gave himself a mental note to finish up his fliers for around the college. It was kind of annoying too that he was a bass player. Most of the songs he wrote, he had everything mapped out, guitar and drums as well as his bass. And as much as he loved his bass, it was usually more of a backbeat to songs than an actual big part. But he sure did try to make it work. He jumped slightly and hit a wrong note as he saw a girl walking down the aisle towards him.

So much for being alone. Oh well. He bit his lower lip slightly as he listened to her compliments, hoping he didn’t turn red. He did find her accent a bit intriguing though. “Oh, well thanks. It might sound better if I had the rest of a band though.” He gave her a small smile, pulling his bass off of his shoulder and setting it down gently on top of the case. He was mentally slapping himself for criticizing himself instead of just taking the compliment. Real smooth. He ran a hand through his hair, nodding as she introduced herself. “Lovely to meet you. I’m Carson.” He wasn’t sure on what her take was to accents, but he knew most girls loved his. Which, quite honestly, he could never figure out why. Girls were just so darn confusing.

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[allegra faith mourne]

Allegra felt sort of uncomfortable around this stranger, and she guessed it was something to do with the fact that he had obviously expected to be alone while he was practicing. She liked music; and there was something quite intimate listening to a live acoustic set. Back in Texas, the gymnast had regularly gone to see live bands at the local bar or club, but since she’d arrived in New York; she had little idea where she’d find that sort of entertainment. Well, until she stumbled across the blonde with the bass. She smirked slightly as he hit a wrong note as she approached him. ”Don’t stop on my account… it’s lovely.” She blushed slightly toying with a strand of her blonde hair.

She was usually very confident when it came to guys; enjoying being the centre of attention, but since she’d arrived at this strange school it was taking her a bit of time to get used to things. Her eyes danced across the tattoos that she could see peeking out of the sleeve of his tee shirt. Allegra liked tattoos, and had a few small ones herself but sleeves were definitely a positive and she bit her lip as she realised she was staring. He criticised himself as she offered him a compliment and she shook her head. ”You don’t need a band honey. I mean, you could have one and you’d have a different sound… but you don’t need one.” She told him confidently as he took his bass off his shoulder. She sighed slightly figuring the show was over.

His accent was intriguing, and she smiled as he introduced himself. ”Nice name… not very British… assuming you are. Are you new round here? I am.” She told him, feeling the urge to spill out information that wasn’t really necessary. ”I’m from Texas. Just moved here… so I don’t really know anyone… hence why I can’t stop talking!” She laughed playfully more at herself than anything she’d said. Things used to be so easy, and now she was struggling to talk to a guy. Life was so unfair!

The blonde ran a hand through her hair and sighed, leaning her petite body against the speaker; setting her bag down. ”What do people do for fun around here?” She asked him curiously, wondering for a moment if he was in any of her classes. Not that she was planning to attend many. It was her way of getting her father’s attention and rebelling against her evil step mom. The only things she planned to stick at was dance, photography and drama… and obviously gymnastics since she’d competed for her state back at home so she was pretty good at it. ”I’m sorry for interrupting you by the way… I just had to get out of class… this school is definitely a form of torture.” She admitted, her eyes finding his.

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[carson]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Carson was glad his song was pretty much over when he hit the wrong note. And for all he knew, she could have thought it was part of the song. Well, no, it didn’t fit at all. Of course she’d be able to tell he had messed up. He could hear the rest of the music in his head, the guitar riffs and the drum beats. So when he was playing, the bass just melded into the rest of the notes in his head. But to anyone else who heard, it probably sounded pretty empty. He tried to not go red as she said he didn’t have to stop playing just because of her being there. But he could feel his ear flushing, and he was grateful that the stage lighting wasn’t that great.

He subconsciously rubbed the tattoos on his forearm, his bright blue eyes surveying the girl in front of him. She looked like she was probably a senior in the school, which meant she was at most three years younger than he was. But whatever age, she owned what she had. And he couldn’t help but to admire that she seemed so sure of herself. It was a talent he did not have. He was overly critical of himself. Even though most of his friends told him to knock it off. He scuffed his shoe against the stage, a small shrug moving over his shoulders. “I know I don’t need one, but I’ve got all the other rhythms in my head, and if I want it to be good, I need more than just what I’ve got.”

Carson moved to sit on the edge on stage, instead of seemingly standing over her. He smiled lightly, looking down at his hands. “Well, my mum was from the states. And she had a thing for the old west. My sister is the only one with a good British name. Me and my brother didn’t get that lucky.” He shook his head to the second part of her question. “Not really. I just graduated from here two years ago, and I’ve been in the states since I was fourteen.” He hadn’t been back to England since then, but he wanted to go back sometime. It was home after all. He chuckled lightly as she commented on her ability to not stop talking. “It’s all right. Least you aren’t the annoying type of too talkative.”

He crossed his ankles together, leaning back on his hands against the stage floor. He couldn’t help but shrug at her next question. He was pretty much a hermit when he was in high school, so he couldn’t really say what was fun. “Honestly, I never really did anything when I went here. The college parties aren’t bad though.” He actually liked going to the college parties at NYU. They were always fun. He glanced up to see that she was looking straight at him, and for his life, he couldn’t look away. “Oh, um… it’s fine. It was almost over anyway.” He made himself look down at his lap, trying to think of something intelligent to say next. Nothing was coming to mind.

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[allegra faith mourne]

Allegra was oblivious to the fact that the stranger was blushing. She wasn’t too observant when it came to things like that, plus the lighting wasn’t that good. She glanced over the tattoos on his arm and she grinned at him. ”Nice tats.” She blurted out as his rubbing of his forearm drew her attention again. He shrugged his shoulders and she listened to what he said. ”Yeah… I see what you mean. I’d totally play in your band but I can’t play an instrument. I can kind of sing, but usually just in the shower.” She laughed slightly, as she played with her blonde curls. She was a girly girl, and couldn’t help but find the bassist attractive, so it was only natural that she flirted with him. ”You should recruit or something…” She suggested although she was a little clueless as to how he would go about doing it.

She watched him sit on the edge of the stage, and she moved slightly closer to him as she listened to his words. It was interesting his story and she was curious to know his sisters name. ”Yeah, what’s your sister called?” Allegra questioned him as she leant against the stage next to his legs but so she was able to see him. She blushed as he told her he’d graduated a long time ago, she hadn’t realised he was that much older than her, but she had never been too good guessing ages. ”Oh shit, sorry. I… it’s not that you look young, it’s just I presumed that you were in school with you being here.” She apologised and felt her cheeks flush once more. She was making a mess of this. She laughed slightly as he confirmed she wasn’t too annoying. ”Just tell me to shut up if I am.” Allegra told him honestly. She would hate to think she was being irritating especially now that she knew he was a college guy.

He told her being at school pretty much sucked and there was little to do, but then commented on college parties. ”Well, I guess you’ll have to take me to a college party.” She suggested flirtatiously shrugging her shoulders, ”I’m a gymnast so that’s about all that keeps me busy, well that and dancing.” Allegra told him as she adjusted her top, and flicked her hair. She just wanted to fit in to this town. She grinned as he told her he was almost over with his song as she entered. ”Yeah, well… if you do get a band and get a gig together; make sure you invite me.” She told him flirting again. Allegra bit her lip and shrugged her shoulder slightly. ”I should… you know… probably find somewhere else to hide out, if you have this place booked out.” She suggested as she turned from him slightly.

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[carson]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Carson was starting to warm up a little to being around the girl, even if she still made him tongue-tied. He smiled softly as she commented on the art weaving down his arm. “Thanks… I’m still working on my theme, but it’s getting there.” He would have showed her how it went all the way up his shoulder and onto his chest, but he didn’t think this was the time or place to do such a thing. He nodded along as she offered t be part of a band with him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Singing in the shower is fun though. I used to do it.” He ran a hand through his blonde hair, ruffling it a little. “I’ve got posters… just haven’t set them up yet.” He knew he really needed to get going on getting his fliers up for getting some auditions set up for the band, but he was procrastinating big time.

He noticed how she moved closer once he sat down, but he was okay with it. At least now he could see her better without so many shadows. His fingers curled around the edge of the stage as he listened to her talk. “Oh, her name is Vivienne. My brother’s name is River… but I don’t talk to him much anymore.” He didn’t really want to launch into a big discussion about how messed up his past was. Not really something to broadcast to a complete stranger. He chuckled lightly as she apologized for thinking he was in high school still. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, once I start drinking, I act like I’m even younger.” He flashed her a quick wink, hoping he could alleviate some of the awkwardness. He didn’t understand why so many girls tried to be so cool just to suck up to college guys. He didn’t think he was all that special.

Carson smiled lightly as she suggested that he should take her to a college party. While the idea seemed fun, he’d seen so many high school girls at those parties, and thought they had to be mad to come out for them. “Maybe… who knows. They can get a bit intense.” His eyes couldn’t help but to quickly look over her body as she stated she was a gymnast. He wished he could be that flexible. “That’s impressive. The only thing I can do is jump.” He grinned, looking down at his hands. He nodded as she said she better get an invite if he got a band together for a gig. “Yeah, no problem there. It’d be nice to know a fan.” His eyebrows rose slightly as she turned as if to go. “Oh uh, no. You don’t have to. Honestly, I probably shouldn’t even be in here to begin with.” He more or less snuck in, so it wasn’t like he had called and arranged to have the place to himself. He didn’t think he could even do that.

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