`we'll make them so jealous [echo].

[Evangeline Delilah LaFleur]

Lena's fingers were white as she pressed them against the thick strings of her acoustic guitar. Her white-blonde bangs hung in front of her silver-blue eyes as she looked down at the guitar, her fingers forming a chord. She strummed to make sure she had the chord right, made a dissatisfied face and twisted one of the knobs at the top of her guitar to tune it. She strummed again...and went back to tuning her guitar.

The stage lights were the only lights on and Lena was the only person in the theater. She sat on a stool, center stage. The lights shone down on her, giving her pale skin and fair hair a bit of a glow to it. Her red hat contrasted greatly with her hair and her black coat lay abandoned at the edge of the stage with her guitar case. Now she wore black skinny jeggings, black boots and a gray top with black stripes. And, of course, rubber bracelets. One foot was placed against the bottom rail of the stool and her guitar was on her knee, her pick pressed tightly between her fingers. Her nose stud glinted a bit in the light as she brushed some of her long hair out of her face.

She had a performance this weekend and she had heard there were some pretty important people attending this performance. It had to be good. Lena really wanted to get signed and become the female Christofer Drew or something to that effect.

Everything had to be perfect for the performance. Everything. She would just about die if she didn't get signed. Lena had been practicing, literally, until her fingers began to bleed. She'd stay up late, composing songs and all new music to wow people with. She'd spent every study hall in here since the beginning of the year. She was determined. This was her dream since modeling seemed to be out of the picture due to the scar on her upper right arm and her lack of height. She wanted to be famous one day, but unlike other teenage girls, she was willing to work for it. And that's what she was doing now. She was playing and singing until her fingers were worn to the bone and she had no voice left. She would make it out of here and she'd be married to an actor, living in California.

Lena left the door propped open, but she was alone. She liked the peace. Soon the theater was willed with the sounds of a guitar and a girl's light voice singing along. She warmed herself up with one of her own songs, but then moved on to a cover song she knew she'd play that night. Natalie's Song by the Friday Night Boys. "Calm down," she sang, "Pull yourself together. It'll be alright. Regret is so completely useless, but I can't go back. But if he wanted me to stay, how could I go? I should have known it was the first time. You can't go giving back what you take. It's all on me, I can't believe it was the first time..."

She smiled a bit as she got into the song. She went onto the second verse. She was unaware that her voice was able to carry from the theater all the way out into the hall. She didn't realize there was a boy watching her right now.

And she definitely didn't realize that he was her Mr. Right.

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WORD COUNT: 582
LISTENING TO: Natalie's Song - The Friday Night Boys
COMMENTS: i'm really hungry

[echo]

WAKE UP, WAKE THE SUN
hanging there like a chain, wake up

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Echo certainly knew how to keep busy. Aside from having to attend school, Echo was also helping to teach classes at the dojo he attended on top of still having to take classes. He liked keeping busy though, and he certainly liked all of the work he did at the dojo. The classes he had to attend for himself were very easy considering he had done all of this stuff before, it was being able to help teach classes that he looked forward to. He had always loved being able to help people learn and grow. Even in his first life as Bruce Lee he had enjoyed teaching martial arts to other people, helping some of the most famous fighters in learning and perfecting their arts. Among the list of people he had taught was Chuck Norris, which was a pretty big deal to him. If someone asked him to teach them, he was going to because that meant that they wanted to express themselves through movement. Be it anger or determination, he was going to show the people how to express the human body through combat. Martial arts had a deep meaning to him as a martial artist and as a human being. It was an amazing way to expression yourself, combining the harmony of your body with the harmony of your mind. When it came to fighting you had to train every part of your body, putting all of your energy into every move you made. Echo was doing his best to teach the younger students his beliefs without giving away that he was a reincarnation. To his sensei’s he could often pass it off as being obsessed with Bruce Lee’s teaching.

Being able to watch his own movies was a very odd experience for Echo. When he was alive the first time, watching his own movies was a way for him to perfect his techniques. He watched to see what about his form could be improved, not really watching for any other reason. Echo could remember the first time he watched a Bruce Lee movie with his cousins. He had been in complete awe, sitting there watching himself an entire lifetime ago. It was invigorating and exciting and amazing and very disorienting. Some of the films he watched were embarrassing for him, being able to see just how bad of a job he had done. He liked being able to watch his movies and remember all of the work that went into them and the philosophy he put into each role. What was even more amazing to Echo was watching videos of Brandon and Shannon from after he had died. He remembered watching an interview of Brandon where someone asked if he could kill someone easily and he responded with “No, not easily”. It was a proud feeling for Echo, knowing that his son had grown into the same philosophical man that Echo had been. Of course Brandon could have killed someone in a physical sense, it was an emotional and philosophical sense that Brandon wouldn’t have been able to do it. Brandon was a gentle boy and had grown into a gentle man after he had died. He imagined if he ever met Brandon as a reincarnation he would be pretty damn happy about it.

Thoughts like this were common for Echo, which were floating around his head as he returned to the school from his classes. One hand swung at his side as he walked while the other held onto his backpack, which had his gi and his Axe in it, since he tended to work up a sweat. He had changed into jeans, a skin tight black muscle shirt and a plaid shirt that was left unbuttoned, beige sneakers and an arrowhead necklace the only other things he had on. It was pretty casual for him, who was making his way back to his dorm to get tortured by grumpy Errol and evil Carter. Music interrupted him from his thoughts, unable to help himself from going to see where it was coming from. He followed the sound to the theatre, sneaking inside to see a very pretty girl with the longest hair he had ever seen. For a moment he just stood there and listened, admiring her singing and playing like you wouldn’t believe. He waited until she was finished to say anything. “That was really good!”

[/color] he complimented. “You have a beautiful voice,”[/color] he smiled. [/justify] [/blockquote]words: 742
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: the matches, wake the sun
notes: <3[/blockquote]

[Evangeline Delilah LaFleur]

She didn't know anyone had been watching. Not that she minded anyways. Lena was always up for performing when she could. Practice made perfect didn't it? Lena finished up the final chords of the song with a small smile. Then she leaned over and picked up her notebook and ran her pen over the title of that song. Awesome. One song down. Next? Her Beatles cover. "I've Just Seen a Face". It was a fast one. She liked performing it a lot. Older people tended to like it, too. Probably because they actually knew it. But neither here nor there. Lena paused a moment to crack her knuckles before she went to work when she heard a voice.

“That was really good!”

Her silver blue eyes went up from her guitar and out to the audience. She saw the form of the boy that had spoken, but she couldn't see his face. The stage lights were blinding her and he was just a shadow in her vision. She squinted, trying to see him, but to no avail. Lena gave the shadow a smile and tucked some of her long hair behind her ear. "Thank you," She said with a bright smile on her face. She liked getting compliments almost as much as constructive criticism. Both helped her a lot as a performer.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he smiled.

Her white smile widened. "Thank you," She said, looking down at her guitar modestly. Her eyes went back up to the shape of a person. "You actually caught me practicing. I have a show coming up. It's a pretty important one. Apparently, there's going to be someone from Fearless Records at the show. I really hope he likes and signs me." She stopped. This boy probably had no idea what she was talking about. The getting signed process wasn't a well-known one to people who weren't into bands. Perhaps she shouldn't bother trying to explain it to him.

She looked back down at the guitar for a moment, positioning her fingers into the opening chord for the next song. She played the opening for him as she spoke to him. She tilted her head to the side, her shining white blonde hair falling in front of her face a little bit, despite her red knit cap trying to keep it all in place. "My name is Evangeline," She introduced herself, "But everyone calls me Lena. So...you can too."

She squinted again, hoping to see him. "D'you think you could...y'know...step closer to the stage?" She asked him, her high pitched voice sounding over her guitar, "I can't really see you from where you're standing..." She stopped squinting and gave a pretty smile to the figure she couldn't see. "And I'd really like to know who I'm talking too."

If she came off as rude or anything like that, it was definitely not her intention. Lena was just a really out going girl. She could make friends with practically anyone, her age or not. Though people in her grade found her obsession with music and The Maine, her home made jewelry and her long, wavy white blonde hair, her vegetarianism and her strong feelings toward animal rights...well...her peers found it a bit odd to say the least. As out going as she was, she could be considered a weird. She got along with kids really well. She had a wild imagination like them and was just as innocent at them. Also, her baby brother (who was really her cousin) was two years old and he taught Lena the art of tolerance for children.

However, it was nice to talk to someone who didn't burst out laughing at the word 'poop'.

Though...think about it. Poop really is a funny word. Say it. Go ahead. Say it. Poop. You're gonna smile a little. It's sort of inevitable.

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WORD COUNT: 648
LISTENING TO: she loves you - the beatles
COMMENTS: this kinda sucked. sorry i wanted to get it done before bed

[echo]

WAKE UP, WAKE THE SUN
hanging there like a chain, wake up

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Admittedly, Echo liked when people watched him do his martial arts, even if it wasn’t anything special that he was doing. There had been several occasions when he was doing a kata somewhere that was considerably private and he had been walked in on, continuing to do his kata while talking with the person. It was oddly comforting for him to know someone else was there, even when he actually wanted privacy. He supposed that he liked when people watched him work because he was so used to it by now. He had spent a strong portion of his life on camera, if not for a film than for documentaries or interviews. Even his children had spent most of their lives on camera, so it was really no wonder if didn’t mind being the center of attention, even if it was just one person there with him. Echo liked to think that he didn’t have an attention seeking sort of personality, and that he didn’t annoy people by being in your face. He was simply used to having a lot of attention put on him, even if he was modest and humble about it. It was because of this that he tended to forget that not everyone minded being watched, especially when beautiful girls were concerned. He couldn’t help but watch the girl create beautiful music to go along with beautifully long hair. “You’re quite welcome,”

[/color] he replied with a small bow of his head.

Echo’s hands slipped into his pockets, though he always had guarded posture no matter what he was doing. A martial artist through and through, he always made sure that no matter what his position he would still be able to defend himself from a potential attacker. It was as much of a downside as it was a good thing, since he tended to attack people who snuck up on him to be silly. He remembered a time when he was right about to go into a grading, he was pretty sure it was to get his red stripe the second time around, and his cousin came up behind him without warning him. He had put her in a rather painful arm bar before he had even had time to think about what he was doing and who it was. Needless to say, she had started doing her best to make noise whenever she approached him after that. Bringing his thoughts back to where they should be, focusing on what she was saying and giving a little nod. Echo had no idea what Fearless Records was, but logic said that it was a record label she wanted to be involved with. “Well, best of luck then. I’m sure you will blow them away,”[/color] he reassured her with a smile. He didn’t know the process of getting signed for music, but how different could it be from film?

Whenever he had to give his name to someone Echo always had to stop and ask himself which one to give. Even in his first life he had had several names, going by Bruce and having a Chinese name. This time around he had Echo, Bruce, and the name his Chinese family used, which was Jian. There was small hesitation before Echo finally responded. “I’m Echo,”[/color] he greeted happily. “Pleasure to meet you Lena,”[/color] he added in a chipper tone, though he had to admit that he loved the name Evangeline more. He was almost surprised by what she said next, taking a moment to repeat it to himself before giving a nod. “Yeah sure, sorry,”[/color] he agreed and removed his hands from his pockets and walked towards her. It seemed like a reasonable request after all, and it gave him a better chance to admire how pretty she was. From far away she was gorgeous enough, as he got closer it almost became overwhelming. [/justify] [/blockquote]words: 646
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: the matches, wake the sun
notes: <3[/blockquote]

[Evangeline Delilah LaFleur]

She came in here to practice alone but the doors were left open for a reason. She didn't mind if people came in and watched. She almost wanted it. Lena knew she'd perform better in front of a crowd. If she was practicing by herself, Lena had a tendency to be lazy and not worry about her mistakes. Who was around to judge her, after all? But if there was someone there — even if it was one person who knew nothing about music — she'd shape up and attempt to make everything perfect. Mistakes were not permitted in front of an audience. It was a quirk she had. She refused to make a musical mistake in front of anyone, even if she was just practicing. She'd rather trip off the stage than go flat or strum the wrong string.

“You’re quite welcome,” the shadowed figure in the back replied with a small bow of his head. She smiled more. The head bowing thing? Most people didn't do that. Lena almost felt special when he did. Now...if only she could see the face that went with the voice. That would be just peachy. If he never showed his face, Lena would just have to make one up for him. Hmmm...what kind of face could he have? Y'know, it'd be kind of funny if he was a big black guy...mainly because he didn't sound like it. Though, from what Lena actually could see, he didn't see very "big". So, maybe he was a little black guy. Like Gary Coleman.

...No. He probably wasn't black. Lena thought for a moment as she strummed, wondering what face she'd give him. ...Brown eyes. Brown eyes with...black hair. And a nice smile. That's how she pictured him. She didn't know why. She just did.

"Well, best of luck then. I’m sure you will blow them away,”

She could just tell he was smiling by the way he spoke. Someone who smiled that much definitely had to have a good smile. It was just a given. Lena liked smiles. Someone's smile could say a lot about them. How often they smiled could say a lot about them too. Lena preferred the smiley type. Especially the smiley type that had eye smiles. Lena loved eye smiles. To her, they were the cutest thing ever and she was going to make sure that her future husband had eye smiles so, hopefully, her kids would have eye smiles. Eye smiles were adorable. Seriously. There is no way you can look at someone with eye smiles and not smile with them. It's impossible. And if you don't smile at eye smiles...you have no soul.

But anyway...

"Thank you," She said happily. She really hoped she did. Lena had no college plans. All she wanted was to be signed. And if that didn't happen now? Well....she'd write new material and try again. And she'd keep trying until it happened. She'd work odd jobs to feed herself in between her rags to riches life. It was going to happen. There was no convincing her otherwise. There really was no other option for Lena. It was this or...she'd be completely lost in the world.

“I’m Echo,” he greeted happily. “Pleasure to meet you Lena,”

She really did like the happiness she heard in his voice. People now-a-days were so negative. Turn on the news. All that's on the news is bad news. People are dying. People are murdering each other. People are stealing. People are raping and being raped. People are mud slinging. The whole world was going to ruin. At least, that's what pessimists thought. Lena just figured it was a phase. All will pass. No need for such negativity.

"Echo," She repeated. It was an odd name. She'd never met another Echo in this big, blue world. But then again, she was probably the only Evangeline he'd ever meet. All names were weird, when you think about it. Lena smiled and looked at the shadow chilling in the back beyond the light, "I like that name."

“Yeah sure, sorry,”

Yay! He was coming into the light! This mystery boy would finally have a real face past the one she'd made up for him. She looked up from her guitar, waiting to see his face. And my! What a face he had. He was...Lena did not expect him to be so attractive. She smiled at him; she felt her heart pound. Her silvery-blue eyes met his as she smiled and looked Echo in the face for the first time. "Hi," She said when she could finally see him.

Hi.

...Hi? Of all things...she said 'hi'. Applause for Lena, please.

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WORD COUNT: 787
LISTENING TO: the godfather in the other room
COMMENTS: HOLY SHIT I GOT SOMETHING DONE

[echo]

WAKE UP, WAKE THE SUN
hanging there like a chain, wake up

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Echo was used to being short, since he had been pretty tiny in his first life as well. He had always been the subject of short jokes, which bothered him but he could easily shrug off. This time around he was considerably shorter, about nine inches shorter. It had definitely taken a lot of adjusting, considering he was now much shorter and had much less muscle. For Echo, it had been frustrating to know that after working so hard at keeping his body fit and toned he had to start all over again. Sadly, he hadn’t been born with a six pack so he had had to work long and hard at getting that back, which he had successfully managed. Echo liked to think that his muscle made up for his tiny size, which would make him a legal dwarf if he didn’t grow at least an inch before he turned eighteen. The thought of being a legal dwarf was not appealing to Echo, who was just waiting for his growth spurt to start. Being was something Echo was used to, but that didn’t mean he was particularly fond of it. There were just as many disadvantages to being small in a fight as there were advantages.

He had always been a firm believer that people could do anything if they believed enough. The philosophy he had developed for Jeet Kune Do could easily be applied to daily life: what is it I want to accomplish and what is the most efficient and effective way to reach that goal? It worked for fighting and for every day life. For Echo he needed four years in university getting a PhD, getting the philosophy aspect out of the way before bothering with acting and directing. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to focus on more, fighting or acting, but he knew that he would end up focusing on martial arts like he had before. He was a martial artist through and through, which to him meant improving every day, even if he felt that there was nothing to improve on, and making new discoveries every day. It was about being alive, honourable and dedicated which he was following quite well. He was sure that if this girl wanted to get signed badly enough she would find a way to do so. “You’re most welcome,”

[/color] he continued to smile, glad that he hadn’t inherited either of the accents of his family. A Chinese-Aboriginal blended accent didn’t seem like it would sound very appealing to him.

He listened as she repeated his name, used to people taking a moment to question his name. All he really had to say was that he was half Native and they usually understood right away. Personally, he didn’t really have an opinion of his names. They were simply a word to call him by in his opinion; they didn’t really define who he was or anything like that. He had had the same opinion about the name Bruce too. “Thanks,”[/color] he expressed. “I have to admit, I like Evangeline more than Lena, but I’ll use the one you prefer,”[/color] he confessed as he stepped into the light. Now in the light where she could see him, his hands went into his pockets as he looked at her with his eye smiles. Echo couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction to him, the little “hi” quite adorable if you asked him. “Hey, you look familiar, have we met before?”[/color] he jested.[/justify] [/blockquote]words: 583
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: the matches, wake the sun
notes: short D=[/blockquote]