A/N; So I was at this "Musical Theater Experiance!" thing at school eariler today and one of the songs we did was On My Own, OMG hearing a recording of the piano intro and actually having your teacher playing it are two completly different things, i felt goosebumps and for a moment i felt...idk how to explain it but it was just so amazing. Fair to say i sang my little heart out, and he was giving us tips on how to sing it and i was actually doing all that before hand, a guy next to me looked at me like i was crazy but in the end i was right! :D And then my teacher mentioned how he thought my hat was very "Eponine-ish" to which i said "IKR! Thats why i bought it!"
Sorry, you may not care about that but i just wanted to share. Please Review! :D (I will make you wait 32 chapters for a kiss if i dont get at least one review per chapter, i'll do it i swear, I swear by the Stars)
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"And further more we hope to see you all cheer us on tonight at the big game against Broadway; Go Rebels!"
Eponine tapped her pencil against her journal absentmindedly as the morning announcements placed over the intercom. The news wasn't anything new, and quite honestly she was tired from the week she had. Her mind started to wander off again as she looked out the window and saw the leaves dancing in the air and heard the wind call to her. She liked imagining things, the world in her head was so much more interesting than the world around her; she was only brought back to the classroom by the sound of the bell ringing loudly through the room. In a hurry she stuffed her things into her bag and practically sprinted out of the room.
While Eponine seemed apathetic to current events, the rest of the school wasn't. It was Friday and this particular Friday was the date of the big football game against the Broadway High Phantoms. The two schools were always at ends- it was a love-hate relationship- when one had a big achievement the other came running in with another, and many times students would transfer from one school to another. Fair to say they were the districts biggest rivals, and this game only heated up those feelings. It wasn't that Eponine didn't care about the game but she had already sat through Enjolras' rants and strategies for the past week and when it wasn't him, other teens at the café would be going on non-stop about it too. As she walked down the hall it was fairly easy to see how spirited the school was, red and black banners hung everywhere, posters were tacked onto every other wall, people were dressed to from head to toe in red and black spirit wear and everywhere she turned someone was cheering and hollering about the game.
Oh gosh oh what a rumpus! She thought as she made her way down the hall trying to weave through people. Rumpus Eponine? You really need to stop watching '80 movies before bed.
She finally made it to her English class only to have to take two steps before Cosette ran up to her looking all excited and giddy.
"Oh Eponine, can you believe that tonight is the big game!? Isn't it exciting?!"
"Oh yea," she grumbled, "It's exhilarating."
"Are you going to go tonight? I hear it will be super intense."
"I dunno." She stated plainly as she sat down in her seat.
Cosette sat next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, practically shaking her, "Come on Eppie! You have to go."
Eponine raised an eyebrow to her, "One," she said raising a finger, "don't call me Eppie, two I never said no I just said 'I dunno'."
Cosette looked at her curiously with her big blue doe eyes, "Is something wrong? Do you not like football games?"
She shrugged, "It's not that I don't like them, they just aren't my thing."
"Oh why? From what I heard of them they are really cool and full of energy."
"You've never actually been to a high school football game have you?"
Cosette looked down at the desk and shook her head, blushing a bit, "No, there weren't really all that many football games at St. Mary's."
"Do you anything about them….at all?"
Cosette shook her head again, "Nope not a thing. I've heard some things and seen stuff on TV but I don't know how accurate those are. I have a lot of questions and answers but somehow they all seem wrong."
"That sucks," said Eponine as bit her lip as it twitched to the side, "well we can't let you go to the game on your own can we?" Cosette looked up as she rolled her eyes in defeat, "Alright I think about it."
"Really!?" Cosette squealed in delight and she hugged her, "Oh Eponine you are the best!"
"Hey calm down," she said as she delicately tried to pry Cosette off of her, "I didn't say yes, I said I'll think about it."
"Girls!" shouted the teacher at them, "Calm down or I will be forced to separate you!"
They both shrank down in their seats, "Sorry ma'am." They both mumbled
Eponine turned her attention back to the lesson being taught and scribbled down notes in her notebook when a piece of paper landed on her desk, it was from Cosette.
You will be my best friend if you go, PLEASE!
Eponine rolled her eyes and responded to the note, she waited until her teacher had her back turned to them to slip the note over to Cosette, who read it over and soon smiled from ear to ear, and then turned her full attention back to the lesson. While she had nothing against football, she did not want to have to hear about it anymore. She silently prayed that Cosette would drop it for now and she could focus on class, luckily her prayers were answered.
Erik sat in the alcove of the auditorium, it was always quite there and he had a very good view of the entire room, every corner and seat was in his vision. Not only that but the view of the stage was amazing, if the school was smart they would put the seats in there and sell them, but then again that would mean that Box Five would no longer be his, fortunately for him no one ever sat there, or even looked up in it, so it was his for the keeping. He liked the auditorium, it was usually very empty there since it was on the other side of the school but through the vents he could hear the sound from the music wing. One girl in particular had an amazing voice and style that he adored and from time to time he would tutor her; Christine was her name and he was passionate about her. The first time he spoke to her she had been singing and he played the piano in the alcove, he expected her to run off frightened but she didn't and though he never saw her face to face, he often gave her tips and lessons which she graciously took. Music was his passion -listening, performing, composing, everything; if it wasn't for his appearance and comfort in seclusion he would have gone out for every music opportunity there was.
Even though he was in the auditorium he could here all the ruckus from outside. That tended to happen anytime there was some big sport event, which in the case happened to be the year's biggest football game. The noise was getting on his nerves after awhile, lunch was supposed to be his relaxing time in solitude and peace, so he decided to drown it out. He quickly stood up and ran down to the stage where a giant grand piano was placed. He delicately placed his hands over the keys, his fingers tingling with excitement, taking a deep breath to calm himself and then started to play out a melody. It was a simply melody but he loved it, it was his own creation. As the music filled his ears he began to hum along.
"Darkness stirs and wakes imagination….Silently the senses abandon their defenses." He sang softly, "Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor….grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender …turn your face away from the garish light of day! Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the nig-"
He stopped his words and piano as his ears twitched and he heard something, he wasn't sure what. It sounded like a door opening but then he turned his head to check, not even Christine would be here at this time, but there was no one there, not a single soul. He sat perfectly still and silent for a few more moments, trying to see if anyone would come out but no one did and he didn't hear anything again. After deciding it was all in his head he sighed at turned back to the piano, letting his soul spill once more.
Eponine scurried down the halls, her boots clicking against the hard tile. Her grumpy mood intensified as her one spot for total peace and quiet was taken up. When the bell rang for lunch she sprinted for the auditorium, only to have her path blocked by hundreds of people. When she finally did reach it she went for the door but heard something as she neared it. At first it sounded like mumbling but as she got closer and closer she could tell someone was singing, even from outside she could tell it was beautiful. She tried her best to be absolutely silent as she opened the door but not a second after she opened it did the music stop. She pressed her back against the wall and held her breath, being who she was hiding and staying under the radar was her specialty, not wanting to be detected. She stayed like that for a few moments until the music began again and then she snuck out, knowing the person probably didn't want her to listen in.
She had a scowl on her face as she went back to the cafeteria, while she respected the privacy of whoever was there she was also very pissed off as they had taken her spot from her, her spot! What annoyed her even more was that's she didn't even know who it was.
She kept the frown on her face as she stomped over to the table where everyone was at and plopped down in between Marius and Joly.
"What's the sour face Ep'?" inquired Joly with a raised eyebrow on his face.
"Nothing," she grumbled, "absolutely nothing."
"You're not sick are you?" worry plaguing his voice, "Because I have a very weak immune system and…"
"OH CALM DOWN JOLY!" she shouted, her face turning red making her black hair and eyes stand out against it, "I'm not sick and even if I was aren't you planning on being a doctor anyway? I don't think you would do well if you are afraid by every little germ you come in contact with!"
Everyone turned to look at her, scared expressions across the board; they all swore that they saw steam coming out of the top of her head. Joly looked away, fearing for his life a bit.
Marius, gently, placed a hand on Eponine's shoulder, "'Ponine? Is everything alright?"
She sighed and rubbed her temples, Marius' touch calming her down a bit, "Yeah sorry, I guess I'm just a little tired and mentally drained from the week."
"Well that's normal; I mean on top of everything you did just get a job."
She cracked a small smile, "Yep, but it's not just that. I swear if I have to sit through one more outburst about the freak-"
"WHO is ready for TONIGHT'S BIG GAME against Broadway?" Grantaire shouted as he approached the table, "Lead by West End's own amazing quarterback Aiden Enjolras!" Gestering to an unamused Enjolras dressed in his red and black Rebels football jersey.
"AH!" Eponine grunted as threw her arms on the table and buried her head in it.
Enjolras gave a concerned look in her direction from behind Grantaire's shoulder, "What's wrong with-"
He was cut off by a warning glare from Marius who had one hand on her shoulder still. Sometimes it was best to let some questions just go unanswered.
A/N: I know the schools and mascots may seem a bit off but i was on writers block and i thought why not...i also find it funny that while Les Miz is the longest running running musical followed by Phantom in West End, in Broadway Phantom is the longest running followed by Les Miz
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