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Post by Regan Holbrook on Oct 14, 2010 22:10:39 GMT -5
Regan walked into the Choir room after Mr. Schuester's Spanish class was over. It was a free period for her and she had been itching to break out her saxophone all day. She was eager to try one of the new songs she had managed to find the sheet music for in the library. It was a favorite song of her's and a very famous classic. "What A Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong was such a beautiful piece of music and was so rich in different sounds and pitches that it could be amazing on almost any musical instrument. She chose a stool from the middle of the room and sat down.
She pulled her instrument from its case and set about putting it together. She thought back to the day she had received it. It was her 14th birthday. Her grandmother had snuck off to the vintage music store in town and bought her an alto saxophone. She couldn't quite figure out why it wasn't sounding great until her grandmother, after hearing Regan singing in the shower, realized that a soprano saxophone would fit her better so she exchanged it for the one currently in her hand now.
It wasn't that she didn't trust the school's instruments, it was just that with all the budgets cuts that Principal Figgins had to make, they couldn't afford instruments for everyone so Regan opted to bring her own. She blew into the mouthpiece and after singing a few lines to get her voice warmed up, began playing the song she wanted the Glee Club to cover. She wasn't sure which member should do the singing, that was more Mr. Schue's department but she knew that they were good enough to do it justice. She let the sound of the saxophone fill the room. She was soon lost in her own little world where she was playing at the Philharmonic with thousands of people cheering for her.
She heard the door to the room opening and she jumped, dropping her saxophone to the floor with a loud crash, mouthpiece heading under the piano. Not again, she thought, as she looked up to see who had entered.
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Post by Sam Evans on Nov 11, 2010 8:54:08 GMT -5
Sam was walking to Glee Club when he heard a loud crash. He wondered what it was. Was it Coach Sylvester ruining the room again? Ugh, he didn't like her. Coaching the Cheerios, big whoop. He rolled his eyes. If she ever found out what he was thinking, she'd bite his head off.
Sam walks into the Choir Room, just wanting to sing and find out what that noise was.. He didn't care what- whatever came to mind. He was suprised to see a girl. She wasn't in Glee Club. He would've known her. He saw the saxophone. Jazz band, definitely. He took his left hand out of his football jacket pocket and put it out. "'Sup. I'm Sam Evans." He looked at the piano and noticed something under it. I wonder why she was so nervous, he thought.
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Post by Regan Holbrook on Nov 12, 2010 5:37:40 GMT -5
Damn it! I hate when I get caught up in my silly daydreams! She grimaced as she saw just how many pieces had fallen off her saxophone. Should have brought my violin instead. She looked up at the guy and smiled. It was the newest addition to the club. She wasn't quite sure of his name but she knew he was quite good. His cover of 'Billionaire' had been pretty spot on, if she did say so herself. And Finn had been saying for a while he was tired of always being the lead so having this guy around was a win-win, as Mr. Schue would say.
"'Sup. I'm Sam Evans."
Of course, she remembered now. Sam, who did not like green eggs and ham. She had actually laughed when he said that. But that was just her being a dork. She found little jokes like that funny even when no one else did. A dangerous quality to have as her grandmother kept reminding her. 'One day you are going to laugh at the wrong thing and end up in a position you won't like.' Oh, grandma, always the pessimist. She chuckled to herself softly as she stood up from the stool to make his acquaintance.
"Hi Sam, I'm Regan." She said, shaking his outstretched hand. He had a firm grip but surprisingly soft hands for a football player. Finn's hands were like a piece of wood that hadn't been sanded. She smiled at him and released his hand. "What brings you here to the choir room?" She asked, then realized just how stupid the question was. "Wow, did I seriously just ask that?" She put her face in her palm and shook her head. 'Great first impression there, Regan' she thought to herself as she continued to shake her head.
"Of course you're here to sing. That was a stupid question. If you'll give me a few seconds to gather my sheet music and," she pointed to her saxophone, "all the pieces that fell off this ancient thing, I'll be out of your way. I'm sure you'd like some privacy." She said, walking around and picking up the papers strewn everywhere. After this embarrassing first meeting, she wanted nothing more than to leave and go hide.
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Post by Sam Evans on Nov 12, 2010 17:32:53 GMT -5
"Yeah. Im in Glee Club." Sam says, smiling. This girl was kind of spazzy, in a cool way. He flipped his hair. Then he stuffed his hand back in his pocket. "Jazz band, huh?" He asked. They were the only two there. Rachel, Finn, and the rest of the club- even Mr. Schue- were long gone by now. There were papers and pieces strewn everywhere.
"Here, let me help you with those," Sam took his hands out of his pockets and walked around picking things up. He retrieved the mouthpiece from under the piano and brought it back to the saxophone. He picked up a sheet of music and read it. "Youre pretty talented," he said looking at the piece. It was full of weird signs and stuff.
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Post by Regan Holbrook on Nov 13, 2010 1:44:45 GMT -5
"Yep. Jazz band all the way. I mean, I know how to sing but I just don't have the confidence to put it out there. I think my voice is best suited for the showers." She said, laughing to herself. "But then again, I hear the showers around here are the perfect place to belt it out." When he gave her a strange look, she quickly looked away. "I was walking by the boy's shower room the other day and heard someone singing. They were quite good. And that made me seem like a creeper." She chuckled nervously and wanted nothing more than to run from the room. She was just digging herself into a much deeper embarrassing hole.
When he set about helping her pick up the random pieces of saxophone and sheet music lying around, she couldn't help but wonder why he was wanting to practice by himself. She hardly ever saw anyone, apart from Rachel, singing by themselves. They were usually always with the group.
She grabbed the mouthpiece from him and screwed it back on to the saxophone. "I'm telling you this thing is as old as I am. It belonged to my grandfather. He used to play in a jazz band back in the 50's and when he died two years ago, my Nana thought it would be better if it stayed within the family so she gave it to me. What about you? Do you play any instruments?" She asked, making polite conversation.
Youre pretty talented,"
"Thank you. So are you. I mean, you guys are the real talent. We just give you a beat." She noticed him looking at her sheet music with a weird look on his face. "Do you know how to read that?" She asked him, pointing to the paper in his hand. "I can show you if you'd like. A quick tutorial if you will. It's quite simple."
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Post by Sam Evans on Nov 13, 2010 8:58:05 GMT -5
Sam shrugged. "I can only play guitar, but yeah, I guess." He picked up the last of the papers and pieces and brought them to Regan. When he saw the whole piece, he wondered how she could do that. All of that. What the heck? he thought. He ran his fingers through his hair.
Good thing she's telling me, Sam thought. She pointed at random signs and explained what they meant. He nodded and kept running his fingers through his hair.
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Post by Regan Holbrook on Nov 14, 2010 2:07:09 GMT -5
"Oh man, I'm so jealous! I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar. Another dream of mine, I guess you could say." She said, laughing. She was such a music nerd when it came to instruments. She wanted to play them all. She hated being restricted to just one. She had been teaching herself how to play the piano but she was still in the early stages so it sounded horrible at the moment. She looked at Sam and smiled again before picking up the last of her papers. "Thank you again for the help. I appreciate it." She sat down on the floor next to the piano and set about putting the sheet music in the order she needed them to be.
"Ok so in order to learn how to read the music, you need to remember one short phrase, 'Every Good Boy Does Fine.' See these five lines here?" She asked him, pointing to the paper. She pointed to one and said, "Every," she repeated this process until she got the last line and said, 'fine.' Those represent the notes. EGBDF. The white spaces in between represent a note as well. FACE. So you have EFGABCDEF. Are you with me so far?" She knew it could be quite a lot to handle but he seemed smart and hoped that she wasn't confusing him.
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Post by Sam Evans on Nov 14, 2010 9:20:55 GMT -5
Sam nods. "I get it. Sort of." He said laughing. He flipped his hair. Then he took his jacket off and put it on a random chair. He was tired. Staying up watching Family Guy all night, not a good idea. At least he had fell asleep around 3:00. Still, he was really tired. He yawned loudly.
"Sorry 'bout that," he said drowsily. He had a really annoying song stuck in his head. "Like a G6" by Far East Movement. He hated it. Yet, he was humming it. Pop them bottles in the ice, like a blizzard. he hummed quietly. "Continue," he said feeling upbeat again.
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Post by Regan Holbrook on Nov 14, 2010 20:57:29 GMT -5
"Well that's good. Most people would have already left by now. As long as you are understanding just a little, then I will be impressed. You'd think all sheet music would be the same but each instrument is different. In my opinion, piano is the hardest piece of sheet music to read. Trust me, I've tried." She said, chuckling more to herself than to Sam. She looked at him for a second and noticed that he looked tired. Mr. Schue was probably working them to death now that Sectionals was getting closer. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to explaining about treble and bass clefs.
"I didn't realize my teachings were so boring." She laughed when she heard him yawn. "I think I better stop before your head explodes. Besides, you had to learn all day in class today and now I'm turning into a mini teacher myself." She explained, grabbing her music and putting it into her bag. "I think I should get something in return for sharing with you my wonderful teaching skills," she said, grabbing a stool and sitting down.
"I want to hear you sing that song you were just humming. I mean, that is the real reason you came in here, was it not? So, warm up that voice and start singing, new kid."
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Post by Sam Evans on Nov 15, 2010 18:19:48 GMT -5
Sam rolled his eyes. "Uh, no. I hate the song. It is soo annoying. They play it ALL THE TIME." It was true. That, Just a Dream by Nelly, and Raise Your Glass by Pink. Yet, Like A G6 was the worst. "This song is so annoying, it just drives me crazy. But, Ive heard that when something's in your head, do whatever you can to get it out. So, Ill do it. Just let me warm up for a sec." He turned around and did a quick vocal exercise."'Kay. Im ready. Be warned, I might suck." He chuckled for a second, then started.
"Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard.
When we drink we do it right, getting slizzard
Sizzing sizzurp in my ride, like 36.
Now Im feelin so fly like a G6."
"Happy now?" Sam said with a smirk on his face.
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Post by Regan Holbrook on Nov 16, 2010 4:15:14 GMT -5
"I hate when that happens. It seems like the songs you hate are the ones that always seem to get stuck in your head. Just this morning I heard that stupid "California Girls" song by Katy Perry and I've been singing it all day. I hate that song so much." I said, laughing. "Why couldn't I have Taylor's new one in my head instead?" She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she waited to hear him sing.
"Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard.
When we drink we do it right, getting slizzard
Sizzing sizzurp in my ride, like 36.
Now Im feelin so fly like a G6."
She sat there watching him sing. He had an incredible voice but the song was so stupid. Bad song choice can ruin even the best singer. She waited for him to finish before she busted out laughing. "I'm so sorry... I'm not... laughing at you." She said, in between fits of laughter. "That was the stupidest song I've ever heard. What does that even mean?" She said, continuing to laugh.
"Happy now?"
"Not in the least. I am so sorry I made you sing that. Ugh, I don't suppose you'd be up for another song? I have to practice this song for Mrs. Lapelle and I need a voice to go with my instrument. Care to help a sista out?" She said, using her lame attempt at gangsta talk. She cringed and scrunched her face up. "Um... just forget that last sentence, please." She groaned. "So how about it? Can you help me?"
OOC: Mrs. Lapelle is the made up Jazz Band teacher.
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Post by Sam Evans on Nov 16, 2010 17:53:16 GMT -5
Sam laughed. "Nice gangsta talk. But yeah, sure, Ill do it." He laughed again. "You told me to sing it, so I sang it. And I know it's stupid. All stupid songs get in my head." He paused for a second. "Then again, now its out of my head. I guess it worked." Sam smiled.
Sam rubbed his hands together. "So what song we singing, Regan, my friend?"
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Post by Regan Holbrook on Nov 26, 2010 21:53:03 GMT -5
"So what song we singing, Regan, my friend?"
"It's for the upcoming Christmas concert that the jazz band puts on every year. I know it's November but Mrs. Lapelle expects perfection. It's one of my favorite Christmas songs and is usually played on a piano. I don't think I've ever heard it played by a jazz band so it should make for a beautiful rendition of course. Are you familiar with the classic 'O Holy Night?' I have the sheet music just in case you don't know all the verses." She said, rifling through her stack until she found the music.
"My dad used to sing this to me every Christmas Eve night before I would go to bed. I kind of miss it, you know? But anyway," she grinned, "that's a story for another time." She bit her lip and smiled up at him. "Oh before I forget, the New Directions are invited of course. I actually think Mrs. Lapelle is going to harass Mr. Schue until he agrees to let you guys sing one of the songs while we play. She can be very persuasive, I've heard." She laughed and then, after putting her sax back together, she sat down on the stool again. "You ready, Sam?"
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Post by Sam Evans on Nov 27, 2010 21:00:30 GMT -5
Sam nods as she pulls out the music. "I know it...kinda," he smirks. He listens to her, then laughs at the Mrs. Lapelle comment. "She'd better. I dont think the other Glee kids could stand another Journey song." He laughs. "Theyre always complaining. I personally think its not a big deal." He shrugs.
"You ready Sam?"
"Oh yeah. Im rambling. I do that sometimes," he says as he flips his hair. "One sec," Sam says as he closes his eyes. He does a quick scale. "'Kay. Im ready," he says, opening his eyes.
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Post by Regan Holbrook on Nov 28, 2010 20:54:27 GMT -5
"Oh my god. Don't even get me started on Journey. Don't get me wrong, they have amazing songs but if Mr. Schuester wants more people to join or even show up for our concerts, he is going to have to let you guys cover songs that are relevant to the millennium. You know what I mean?"
She watched him flip his hair and laughed. "Wow, are you even aware of how many times you do that? I swear you've done it now like 5 times. I'm not complaining, its cute. Just pointing it out." She smiled and waited for him to finish his warm-up. When he told her he was ready, she nodded her head and pulled the music stand closer to her and started to play the first few notes, just to make sure it was adjusted properly. When it sounded perfect, she took a deep breath and started to play. She made a quick motion with her hand and Sam's voice began to fill the choir room.
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