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Before we get into this story, id like you all to know that I worked on this story with my friend, Zaniepop199. She writes M rated stories, so don't check hers out unless you're prepared. Her story, Underneath Infernal (rated M) is definitely one to check out though.
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Hearts only wake with a spark
Max POV
"Maximum, what have you done to your nails?" My mother gasped. I rolled my eyes.
"I painted them black." I replied. Mom huffed, and my father just chuckled.
"Leave her alone, dear. She's just expressing herself." He said. I smiled. Dad was awesome. Unlike my mom, who always critisized me no matter what. If anything, she should be happy. I willingly wore the outfit she had prepared for me today. I had on short red shorts, black leather sandals, and a soft satin black top with a sweetheart neckline and red vertical stripes. I had added a nice black vest to go on top, with my mother's approval of course. She would kill me otherwise.
"Now, Maximum, all your things have been completely moved to your new dorm room. The principle informed me that your current dorm partner may change depending on who you are paired with for the four years. Do you have your orientation lyrics ready?" My father asked. I nodded. The highschool I was going to, was for musicians only. But the branch I'm in is specific. You have to be a singer who can write and sing lyrics, or a musician who could create amazing music. You were paired with the opposite sex and you work together for four years, the top three pairs in senior year get record deals.
"I'm going to miss you, Maxie." My little brother, Ari suddenly ran downstairs, tackling me in a hug. I laughed and hugged him back.
"I'll miss you too Ari." I said. I ruffled his mop of brown curls. He pouted at me. I stood up, sighing and walked out the door towards the taxi that was taking me to the airport. I put on my sunglasses and hopped in. Smiling at my family one last time, I waved and the driver sped off down the street. I looked to the side, seeing their smiling faces in the rearview mirror.
Time skip...one flight and car ride later.
"What? He's a guy!?" I snarled. Mr. Griffiths narrowed his eyes.
"You were chosen to work together because of your results on our advanced personality and voice tests. If you aren't meant to work together, you'll know by the end of orientation. If you are meant to work together, I'm afraid you must room together. Orientation begins in three hours. Don't be late." He said before turning away.
Apparrently, my roommate, who still hadn't shown up yet, was a male. What the hell. Is up with this school? I can't room with the opposite sex. That's like begging for something to happen. Suddenly, I remembered my mother saying my roommate could change depending on my partner for the four years. Great. I sighed and slumped onto a bean bag chair. He wasn't even here yet. We have orientation soon.
Geez, if my partner wasn't here in time I didn't know what I'd do. I wasn't sure if he was right for my partner. Whoever he was.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I stood up and opened it.
A boy with spiky blonde hair and a girl with long blonde hair walked inside. The girl looked a bit rebellious, while the boy looked chill. "I'm Angel. Its time for orientation." The girl said. The boy rolled his eyes. I guess looks can decive. She was pretty uptight.
"What she means is...PARTAY TIME!" he said. "Oh, and I'm Gazzy." He finished. Angel rolled her eyes at him this time.
"Im Max. Nice to meet you guys." I stood up, turning off the the lights and following Angel and Gazzy out.
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't realize when we arrived.
"Yo, Max. We're here." Angel snapped her fingers in front of my face. I cleared my throat and followed Zephyr and Angel inside. It was an auditorium, there were hundreds of students everywhere, chatting and goofing around. In front of the audience seats, there were four professors sitting down. One of them, I recognized as Pofessor Griffiths. He turned, as if sensing my presence, and grinned, nudging the woman next to him. The girl was kinda petite, with her black hair wavy and thick with a pink headband. She looked hispanic. She looked at me and smiled warmly. Professor Martinez, the Pop instructor.
"YO FRESH MEAT! WE'RE ABOUT TO START PARTNER AUDITIONS! FIND YOUR ROOMIE!" another Professor yelled. This one was a guy, and had auburn hair with blue streaks. His eyes were stormy gray. Professor Willis, the Techno Instructor.
Well I would love to follow his instructions, yet my roomie has not been heard of yet.
"Professor Martinez and Professor Griffiths will show you how this is going to be done." The fourth Professor said. This one was a girl, with long, white/blonde hair and pale green eyes. Professor Quinn, the Jazz instuctor. The Professors made their way to the stage, and the students silence. Professors James Griffiths and Ella Martinez took their places onstage. James on a fancy shmancy keyboard, he slid in a music disk. Ella took a microphone and waited for James' cue. He started up the music.
(Heart attack, Demi Lovato)
Putting my defences up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that
I think I'd have a heart attack
Ella sang perfectly in sync with James' music. But at the same time, it looked like she's never actually heard the music before. But it seemed like once she got used to the beat, she started dancing.
Never put my love out on the line
Never said yes to the right guy
Never had trouble getting what I want
But when it comes to you
I'm never good enough
When I don't care
I can play him like a kindle
Won't wash my hair
Them make them bounce
Like a basketball
But you,
Make me wanna act like a girl
Paintin gmy nails
And wear high heels
Yes you
Make me so nervous
And I just can't hold your hand
You make me glow
But the cover up
Wont let it show
So I'm
Putting my defences up
Cause I dont wanna fall in love
If i ever did that
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
Never break a sweat
For the other guys
Bu twhen you come around
I get paralysed
And everytime i try
To be myself
It comes out wrong
Like a cry for help
Its just not fair
Deems more trouble
than it all was worth
I guess for else
It feels so god
But you know it hurts
But you
Make me wanna act like a girl
Painting my nails
And wear purfume
For you
Make me so nervous
And i just can't hold your hand
You make me glow
But the cover up
Won't let it show
So I'm
Putting my defences up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If i ever did that
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
The feelings are lost in my arms
I'm burning I'd rather be numb
And there's no one else to blame
So scared I'll take off in a run
I'm flying to close to the sun
And I burst into
Flaa...flaa...flaaames!
You make me glow
But the cover up
Won't let it show
So I'm
Putting my defences up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
(Oh! I think I'd have a heart attack!)
I think I'd have a heart attack.
They stopped and everyone clapped. "Now, when James made the music to this song, no one helped him. At all. So if you are a composer who had help in making you song for today, just know that you should leave, because you wont find a partner tonight." Ella said.
"Same goes for the writers, if you had anyone else help you, please leave." James said. "Now, you should never share your song with anyone, not even your roomie. You only share at concerts. You practice independently." James explained. Then he pointed to a thermometer looking thing. Whoa, I never noticed that. It was huge and golden, like it was a sacred device. Which I suppose it was.
"This is how your partnership is chosen. The number on it right now after our performance is 90%, which is one of the highest combatibility ranks in history. Your jobs, are to beat that." Professor Griffiths grinned. "When combatibility is higher than 95% this thing with shoot out sparkly shit." He clapped his hands excitedly."Now, without further ado, please welcome the pair I chose to go first. Zephyr Martin and Angel Quinnley." He said. Oh, that's...
The two students who dropped by my room earlier walked onstage, glaring at eachother. I wondered if they would be okay. They don't seem to like eachother at all.
Gazzy set up his CD and put on his Beats headphones. Then he started immediately. It was a soft keyboard intro.
Soon, Angel started singing.
(Alive, Krewella)
Let's make this fleeting moment last forever
So, tell me what you're waiting for?
I'm gonna keep it frozen here forever,
There's no regretting anymore.
It's worth the wait, even so far away.
I'm making the night mine until the day I die
No lights to brake when you're hanging by fate
You know what it feels like when you're dancing blind
All alone, just the beat inside my soul
Take me home, where my dreams are made of gold
In the zone where the beat is un-controlled.
I know what it feels like
Come on make me feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive alive alive alive
Alive!
Zephyr started to echo Angels words for effect, if fit almost too well. Angel began dancing to the beat in the second verse, almost as if she was in sync with Zephyr.
Meet me under shining lights,
I've been waiting right here all my life
Feelings you can't deny that you're living, open up your eyes
And I just wanna sink into your crazy laughter
Come on make me feel until the pain don't matter
Every second here makes my heart beat faster
Finally think I found what I'm chasing after.
All alone, just the beat inside my soul
Take me home, where my dreams are made of gold
In the zone where the beat is un-controlled.
I know what it feels like
Come on make me feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive alive alive alive
Alive!
They were too well together. Even though they seemed like they argued, it sounded perfect. Suddenly, the thermometer began shooting out purple glitter softly. Their temperature was 97%. Zephyr even started singing an octave lower. The purple glitter rained down softly inside the auditorium.
All alone, just the beat inside my soul
Take me home, where my dreams are made of gold
In the zone where the beat is un-controlled.
I know what it feels like
Come on make me feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive alive alive alive
Alive!
I know what it feels like
Come on make me feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive alive alive alive
Alive! Feel alive!
After they finished, the auditorium was in awe. Prof. Griffiths stood up and clapped. "I expected nothing less from my own nephew." He said with a grin. Whaaaaa? Oh..something new.
"I know we said to beat it but sheesh." Ella laughed, clapping as well. The rest of us joined as Zephyr and Angel bowed. They finally seemed to accept eachother and high fived. With that, we all started to settle down and they called up the next pair.
Professor Griffiths stood up and locked eyes with me. Just before he spoke, the doors to the auditorium flew open. A boy with shaggy black hair in a gray beanie came rolling inside on a skateboard. He was smirking as he zoomed past. No more than two seconds later, a boy and came running in, panting. He had a shiny mop of sandy blonde hair tucked into a blue beanie. The last person was a girl on rollerscates with a heavy looking backpack. She had pale blonde hair with a streak of silver.
"Nice of you to join us, Fang, Levi, Lupo." Prof. Martinez chuckled as the black haired boy came to a stop. For an awkward moment, he was silent.
"Sam and Lupo say they can't wait to perform." He said before planting himself in an empty seat.
"Oh is that so? Lupo, Levi go. And next is you, Fang." She snarled. Fang smiled cheerfully. Levi, the boy with brown hair wacked Fang's head as he walked up to the stage.
"Start anytime." Prof. Griffiths said, clasping his hands together. Levi mumbled a few curse words. Lupo set up two laptops and slid in a disk. But Levi immediately started singing, not waiting for Lupo.
(Pompeii, Bastille)
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Then suddenly, Levi's mouth stopped moving. But the lyrics continued..Lupo had recorded it and projected it back at different pitches at the speed of light. Lupo blew a bubble from her blue bubble gum and continued tampering as the music started.
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
The music match perfectly as Levi moved in time and rythym with the music.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settled around us
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
I guess Lupo had recorded Levi's voice again to play it at different pitches. It almost sounded like a choir was with them. Lupo was a genius. I took one glance at the thermometer. Holy shit it was 98%! Golden glitter blew gracefully from the thermometer, covering the auditorium.
And the walls kept tumbling down
(oh where do we begin?)
In the city that we love
(the rubble or our sins?)
Great clouds roll over the hills
(oh where do we begin?)
Bringing darkness from above
(the rubble or our sins?)
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
If you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
They both finished at the same time. Prof. Quinn smiled. "Well we have a new record, ladies and gentlemen." She announced and all the students applauded. I looked at Fang, who was on his cell phone. Are you kidding me? He wasn't paying attention? I slumped in my chair. I feel bad for whoever his partner is.
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