Post by Holly Hope Sass on Jun 8, 2009 10:23:10 GMT -5
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HOPE HOLLY SASS
THE SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SENIOR MUSIC MAJOR
FACE CLAIM. CAROLANNE EVANS
BASICS
HELD OUR BREATH FOR TOO LONG,
NOW WE'RE HALF SICK ABOUT IT
Okay, so where do I start? I'm seventeen, and I was born on Halloween. Yeah, Halloween Day. I'm a scary, scary person, right? If you call me Holls, Halls, Sassy, or Hop-Hop, I'm going to bust you in the face so fast that it'll make your head whirl. I'm a major in Music, and I play guitar, piano, flute, ocarina (don't ask), and violin. Oh, and not just the acoustic guitar. I've got bass and electric under my belt too. However, my real talent is my voice. It shadows all the other ones, even my instruments. I absolutely adore writing my own songs, so I guess that makes me a big of a writer too. I go for the guys, but if a lady catches my eyes, I'm not shy about it. That is, until I get horribly rejected. At least, that's what USUALLY happens. Anyway, I guess I've got nothing more to add here. Did you get all that? Good, good. Now buzz off.
GENERAL
AND ALTHOUGH PRATFALLS CAN BE FUN
ENCORES CAN BE FATAL
You're back? Oh, great, my personal life. Don't you have anything better to do with your time? No? Okay, fine, let me bore you to death. I was born in Arlington, Texas to a good God-fearing mother. Too bad I never got into the whole God-fearing thing. If God was here to fear, I'm pretty sure the only thing we'd ever see is lightning storms. Then again, if you've ever lived in the desert, you could probably see what it should be like if we were supposed to fear God. My pa had skipped out when he'd heard news of my coming, that sly... Okay, I'll refrain from all the 'nice' things I'd love to call him.
So here she was, my mom only twenty-four, with a little bumpkin to look after. That didn't go over well, and after the first six years of my life, I was shipped off to my grandparents. They lived in a totally different world than the one I was used to. I was supposed to be CLEAN all the time! I had to take intensive tutoring. It about wore a person out. I was about ready to find the nearest cliff and jump. That is, however, until they made me take piano lessons. I may find them increasingly annoying, but I love my grandparents to death for introducing me to music at age eight. I was rocking it out on any instrument I could find. Not that I was amazingly talented at any of them. It took a lot of practice and hard work before I unearthed my talents. They came with my voice lessons, on my eleventh birthday.
Life was going pretty good for awhile. My grandparents were okay, but strict, and I was beginning to feel rebellious at age twelve. Needless to say I was like a kid with ADD on seven cups of coffee, which is pretty hyper, let me tell you. I was able to play Bumblebee on my violin by then, and I could practically make the tea cups rattle on my grandmother's plate. I can still recall her screeching up the stairs at me, "YOU STOP THAT RACKET RIGHT NOW!" I loved them, but that doesn't mean to say I didn't annoy them to near-death. My grandparents and I were from two sides of the world, me being their dirt-loving, four-wheeling musical bratt, and they being wonderful, refined grandparents. I think the only time they were really proud of me was the scholarship.
Which is how I landed in Harbin. Apparently, my grandmother pulled a few strings, and next thing I knew I was packing my bags. This was all I had known almost all my life, and now I was being faced with a new place, new people... I'd never been to a public or private school, I was always privately tutored. Would they think I'm a spoiled rich bratt? Probably, but I didn't really care. I had four years, and then I'd be allowed into the world to do what I want. Which is namely earn my living, go to college, and then start a small coffee shop that lets musicians come and play. That brings us to present day...
IMPORTANTS
SO BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU'RE DONE
YOU'RE BOUND TO GET POST-NATAL
YOUR NAME! Hope
YOUR AGE! Seventeen
CONTACTS! PM please.
MYSTERY PHRASE! 'JOHNNY IS TRUANT'
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE!
The curtains were pulled back, letting light flood into the room. It warmed her body, from her toes upward, and she smiled. It was just her, her dog, and the afternoon. No one was going to disturb her, or so she hoped. It wasn't so when she heard the doorbell ring, and she pulled the pillow over her head to block out the incessant sound. It happened again, and again, and finally she threw the pillow and got up. Her fire-red hair was sticking out everywhere, and her emerald eyes were flaring with an undefined anger. She wrenched the door open, and the sight she saw there drained all of her anger away into pure and volatile amazement. Which quickly evaporated into joy. There, on her welcome mat with the spotted kitten on it, was a dozen of the most beautiful roses she had ever seen. The sunlight shimmered on a card on top, sending the crimson tops of the roses throwing off the water droplets that showed they were freshly picked. She plucked the card off, and smiled at what it said. To the most beautiful wild rose of them all...
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