A/N: Review, please??? O yea, lyrics are mine. Except the Romeo and
Juliet stuff. That's Shakespeare's.
"Alright people, settle down." The voice rang out deep and strong through the auditorium, despite the fact that the class only filled the first three rows. "For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mr. Saliman. Welcome to Drama Honors."
Shuichi had at first thought Drama was going to be just like every other class; a classroom, desks, textbooks, notebooks, quizzes, tests. He couldn't have been more wrong.
"Drama isn't like your other classes," the teacher was saying, his intensely black eyes seeming to penetrate into Shuichi's skull. "There will be no tests, no notes, no quizzes. You pass or fail based on your Final exam grade."
A mix of groans and cheers went up through the students.
"This is the curriculum for the year," he continued. "If you don't like it, leave. I'll write you a pass, you can spend the year in the library."
Several students got up, intent on the door. Mr. Saliman grinned wickedly.
"But-"
The students froze.
"You still have to take the final." They groaned and plopped back down.
"Alright, first quarter is Romeo and Juliet, second quarter is Chicago, third is Much Ado About Nothing, fourth is Seven Against Thebes. I know, I know, you're all thrilled."
Maiko was. She was bouncing in her seat and grabbing Shuichi's arm in excitement. "This rocks!" she said gleefully.
"Shut up, freaks," a girl in front of them hissed.
"Go blow the quarterback," Maiko snapped and turned back to Shuichi. "Sali's the greatest teacher ever. And the plays this year kick ass!"
"I know how much you all adore Shakespeare and Euripides," Mr. Saliman said sardonically, sweeping his black gaze over his students, "so I asked some students of mine to assist."
More groans.
"They'll be around if you need any 'translations'. Though I don't believe either of the two are particularly esoteric." he said with a meaningful cough. "Split into groups of two to three and start reading the script for Romeo and Juliet. Keep in mind which parts you may want to audition for."
Maiko dragged Shuichi towards the back of the huge hall. "No one comes back here if they can avoid it," she explained, indicating the empty seats. The rear lights were turned off, leaving the entire section in shadows. Well, almost the entire section.
The eerie blue glow of a computer screen illuminated one corner, and one light had been flicked on. A man sat at the computer, fingers flying over the keys as though he couldn't possibly get the words out fast enough.
"Maiko." Shuichi stood, mezmerised.
"Eh?'
"That's him!" he hissed. "That's the junior I told you about!"
"Yea, like 50 times!" she said rolling her eyes, but then moved closer for a better look. "Oo, he's gorgeo-O. Shuichi." she said slowly. "That's.Yuki Eiri."
"You know him?" he asked vibrantly, purple eyes sparkling.
"Eh.no.not exactly. No one 'knows' him, exactly. Just.um.don't get too obsessed over him, ne?" Maiko looked pensive, her brow furrowed and dark eyes serious.
"Uh.ok." Shuichi said, a bit perplexed. He brightened, though, and said, "Well, we should start on the script!"
This seemed to snap the girl out of whatever introspections she had been brooding upon and she said cheerily, "I'll be Juliet and.uh.Mercutio! You take Romeo and Benvolio."
"Sure. Hey, we sing the chorus, ya?"
"If you want really want to," she laughed. ". 'Two Households, both alike in dignity/in fair Verona where we lay our
scene...'" he hummed, trying to get a feel for the right beat.
Maiko stared. "Damn."
"What?" he asked, flushing.
"I know you told me you could sing, but damn." She gave a low whistle. "Sing something else."
"Eh.ok. What?"
"Anything! Here," she rummaged around in her backpack and pulled out a notebook. "Try this." She showed him a page entitled "Drenched" and hummed the melody. "Got it?" she asked.
He nodded, eyes following the lyrics.
Melting in my hands
Purest white as my soul is black
Hyperthermia from desert sands
Futilely holding back
How can I let go
When there's nothing there to grip?
Elusive as those flakes of snow
With bloodied hands I slip.
When he'd finished, he looked at Maiko questioningly. "Like that?"
"That was.perfect." she breathed. "OMIGOSH! You sooo need to join Hiro's band!"
Shuichi laughed, "Ok.What's it called?"
"Heh, well, he doesn't really know yet. Right now it's sort of just him. He's been looking for a singer for like ever."
"Excuse me," a deep, smooth voice said coldly.
Shuichi looked up and found himself staring into deep golden orbs.
"But would you mind keeping your pathetic little games to yourself? Some people actually have work to do."
Shuichi was stunned speechless. But whether it was because of the rude commentary or the flaxen hair that fell lazily into those brilliant eyes.well.either way he wasn't extremely coherent.
Unfortunately, Maiko was coherent enough for the both of them.
"Fuck off, Eiri. We're not bothering you!"
"Actually, you are."
"Sali said we could be here, so piss off!"
"Hn." He flowed back to his laptop with a glare.
Maiko glanced at Shuichi, and, upon seeing his look, waved a hand in front of his face. "Oi! Shuichi! Wake up!"
"Hmm? Oh, right." Shuichi said, a bit dreamily. "What's the deal with him anyway?"
"Dunno really. He came as a freshman from New York. I hear he's like a zillionaire, and he's only 17."
"What does he do???"
"He's a writer."
Shuichi looked thrilled. "He can help us with this script!"
Maiko looked flabbergasted. "Are you serious?"
"Yep!" he grabbed the script and bounded over to where the stoic writer was entwined in his words.
"I don't need help," Maiko muttered darkly as she watched her friend approach the blond. This was so not good.
A/N: Whew. Longest chapter yet. Forgive me if updates are a bit stingy for a little while. Finals are in a week and a half and life's a tad chaotic. Reviews make me happy, though.^__^. *hinthint*
"Alright people, settle down." The voice rang out deep and strong through the auditorium, despite the fact that the class only filled the first three rows. "For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mr. Saliman. Welcome to Drama Honors."
Shuichi had at first thought Drama was going to be just like every other class; a classroom, desks, textbooks, notebooks, quizzes, tests. He couldn't have been more wrong.
"Drama isn't like your other classes," the teacher was saying, his intensely black eyes seeming to penetrate into Shuichi's skull. "There will be no tests, no notes, no quizzes. You pass or fail based on your Final exam grade."
A mix of groans and cheers went up through the students.
"This is the curriculum for the year," he continued. "If you don't like it, leave. I'll write you a pass, you can spend the year in the library."
Several students got up, intent on the door. Mr. Saliman grinned wickedly.
"But-"
The students froze.
"You still have to take the final." They groaned and plopped back down.
"Alright, first quarter is Romeo and Juliet, second quarter is Chicago, third is Much Ado About Nothing, fourth is Seven Against Thebes. I know, I know, you're all thrilled."
Maiko was. She was bouncing in her seat and grabbing Shuichi's arm in excitement. "This rocks!" she said gleefully.
"Shut up, freaks," a girl in front of them hissed.
"Go blow the quarterback," Maiko snapped and turned back to Shuichi. "Sali's the greatest teacher ever. And the plays this year kick ass!"
"I know how much you all adore Shakespeare and Euripides," Mr. Saliman said sardonically, sweeping his black gaze over his students, "so I asked some students of mine to assist."
More groans.
"They'll be around if you need any 'translations'. Though I don't believe either of the two are particularly esoteric." he said with a meaningful cough. "Split into groups of two to three and start reading the script for Romeo and Juliet. Keep in mind which parts you may want to audition for."
Maiko dragged Shuichi towards the back of the huge hall. "No one comes back here if they can avoid it," she explained, indicating the empty seats. The rear lights were turned off, leaving the entire section in shadows. Well, almost the entire section.
The eerie blue glow of a computer screen illuminated one corner, and one light had been flicked on. A man sat at the computer, fingers flying over the keys as though he couldn't possibly get the words out fast enough.
"Maiko." Shuichi stood, mezmerised.
"Eh?'
"That's him!" he hissed. "That's the junior I told you about!"
"Yea, like 50 times!" she said rolling her eyes, but then moved closer for a better look. "Oo, he's gorgeo-O. Shuichi." she said slowly. "That's.Yuki Eiri."
"You know him?" he asked vibrantly, purple eyes sparkling.
"Eh.no.not exactly. No one 'knows' him, exactly. Just.um.don't get too obsessed over him, ne?" Maiko looked pensive, her brow furrowed and dark eyes serious.
"Uh.ok." Shuichi said, a bit perplexed. He brightened, though, and said, "Well, we should start on the script!"
This seemed to snap the girl out of whatever introspections she had been brooding upon and she said cheerily, "I'll be Juliet and.uh.Mercutio! You take Romeo and Benvolio."
"Sure. Hey, we sing the chorus, ya?"
"If you want really want to," she laughed. ". 'Two Households, both alike in dignity/in fair Verona where we lay our
scene...'" he hummed, trying to get a feel for the right beat.
Maiko stared. "Damn."
"What?" he asked, flushing.
"I know you told me you could sing, but damn." She gave a low whistle. "Sing something else."
"Eh.ok. What?"
"Anything! Here," she rummaged around in her backpack and pulled out a notebook. "Try this." She showed him a page entitled "Drenched" and hummed the melody. "Got it?" she asked.
He nodded, eyes following the lyrics.
Melting in my hands
Purest white as my soul is black
Hyperthermia from desert sands
Futilely holding back
How can I let go
When there's nothing there to grip?
Elusive as those flakes of snow
With bloodied hands I slip.
When he'd finished, he looked at Maiko questioningly. "Like that?"
"That was.perfect." she breathed. "OMIGOSH! You sooo need to join Hiro's band!"
Shuichi laughed, "Ok.What's it called?"
"Heh, well, he doesn't really know yet. Right now it's sort of just him. He's been looking for a singer for like ever."
"Excuse me," a deep, smooth voice said coldly.
Shuichi looked up and found himself staring into deep golden orbs.
"But would you mind keeping your pathetic little games to yourself? Some people actually have work to do."
Shuichi was stunned speechless. But whether it was because of the rude commentary or the flaxen hair that fell lazily into those brilliant eyes.well.either way he wasn't extremely coherent.
Unfortunately, Maiko was coherent enough for the both of them.
"Fuck off, Eiri. We're not bothering you!"
"Actually, you are."
"Sali said we could be here, so piss off!"
"Hn." He flowed back to his laptop with a glare.
Maiko glanced at Shuichi, and, upon seeing his look, waved a hand in front of his face. "Oi! Shuichi! Wake up!"
"Hmm? Oh, right." Shuichi said, a bit dreamily. "What's the deal with him anyway?"
"Dunno really. He came as a freshman from New York. I hear he's like a zillionaire, and he's only 17."
"What does he do???"
"He's a writer."
Shuichi looked thrilled. "He can help us with this script!"
Maiko looked flabbergasted. "Are you serious?"
"Yep!" he grabbed the script and bounded over to where the stoic writer was entwined in his words.
"I don't need help," Maiko muttered darkly as she watched her friend approach the blond. This was so not good.
A/N: Whew. Longest chapter yet. Forgive me if updates are a bit stingy for a little while. Finals are in a week and a half and life's a tad chaotic. Reviews make me happy, though.^__^. *hinthint*