Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)

Onyone Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:29 pm

i've always wanted to be mummy (not)

Laughing

this is fun

emilia Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:29 pm

Tet yes you tell...i have to wake up so early tomorrow so good night to everyone Very Happy

Prisca Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:30 pm

be mummy is cool Laughing

goodnight... see you tomorrow Very Happy

Onyone Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:31 pm

good night Katja

Kath Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:36 pm

great as always! MrGreen

i learnt more about the english language and its grammar in two years of latin than my whole life with english! Laughing

Onyone Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:47 pm

gracias

Kath Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:48 pm

de nada

Onyone Mon Jan 07, 2008 12:14 am

18. Pris
‘Good,’ I said. ‘Who writes the lyrics?’
‘Me,’ Adriana said immediately.
‘Calm down a bit, I don’t want a funeral song,’ Katja’s looked angry at me, probably she thought it wasn’t ok, but who knows what she wanted to write.
‘Joke, joke,’ I said before my mark would go down because of bad sociality.
‘Where can we practise?’ Ms. Sadness asked.
‘I have a record room at home, with everything we need,’ I said and saw Trevor looking down, the room was made for our band, but Kath and me became adult and started wearing brands. No one came there and I was the only one with a key.
‘Ok,’ Ms. Sadness only said. She took a sheet out of her bag and let it read to Trevor and then to Katja, both stared to her with open mouth, I also reached to the sheet. How less I gave about lyrics, it was the most emotional and beautiful lyric I’ve ever read.
‘Ok, this is good,’ I said, but didn’t wanted to say it.
‘Good, good… It’s amazing!’ Katja said.
‘Jesus, how long do you write lyrics?’ Trevor looked admiring at her.
‘Eh…long, this is one of my best, do you really think it’s good?’ like she didn’t knew that yet, bitch.
‘Do you know a melody? I can’t make those,’ Ms. Sadness asked with such a sweet and unsure voice that you immediately knew it was fake.
‘Oh, we’ll make that,’ Katja said. ‘Really good!’
‘Maybe this,’ I said and hummed something and it became silent in the class room, finally attention, good I didn’t became totally invisible.
‘Yes, that’s ok!’ Trevor said. After all that for Adriana I had expected a applause like I was in a theatre, too bad…

Sergo Mon Jan 07, 2008 12:17 am

That part was goood Very Happy

wanna read more Cool

Kath Mon Jan 07, 2008 12:18 am

ooooh interesting! and amazing! MrGreen

Prisca Mon Jan 07, 2008 12:25 am

great part Very Happy

Onyone Mon Jan 07, 2008 12:16 pm

thanks girls

emilia Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:10 pm

great part Very Happy

Sergo Mon Jan 07, 2008 6:57 pm

when will we get more? Cool

Onyone Mon Jan 07, 2008 6:57 pm

have you ever heard of patience?
I have school work

Onyone Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:00 pm

19. Katja
‘Or we can… Do they have a electric guitar here?’
‘No, but we have a acoustic one, in the future you have to take your guitar with you yourself,’ the teacher said and came to us. ‘Can I write your group on the sheet now?’

Slowly I stood up and looked around, and at the guitar, old one probably. After tuning it I walked back to the others, who were arguing about the lyrics.
‘Well, it’s too depressive, we can’t break through with this!’ Priscila almost yelled.
‘But it isn’t meaned like that, if you want to act like Paris Hilton, go to America!’ Oh no, would this turn into a war. Priscila looked like she won’t survive another bad thing about Paris.
‘Stop it! Otherwise we come nowhere. Maybe we can keep this lyrics, or as homework we write another one,’ I played some guitar but released it fast, it wasn’t really good sound.
‘Sounds good,’ Priscila agreed, and also Trevor nodded. After a while Adriana agreed to.
‘But our lyric doesn’t have to be such a funeral song like this,’ Priscila started immediately.
‘But also not a Hilton-fiasco,’ Adriana hissed back.
‘Yes, it has to have draught, or we won’t make anything clear with it!’ Priscila looked insulted at Trevor who looked calm back. ‘But also strong, or it’s bull shit,’ Trevor noted everything on a sheet and let it go around. When it was at Priscila she grabbed her pink ballpoint, and wrote something under it, and let the sheet go around again.

- ‘Not a too depressive lyric’ it was crossed through and in pink stood: not a funeral song
- ‘Not too much draught, but also not Hilton-niveau, because that’s probably too high, was here also a add of Priscila.
- ‘A bit stronger’

‘When are we going to practise? This afternoon?’ Adriana looked at Priscila, because we would practise at her home.
‘This afternoon? No, I can’t I’m going to Ony,’ Trevor sighed and Adriana looked not understaning at Priscila.
‘Ony?’
‘Ony, you know from D’NASH, he wants I meet his friends,’ sigh, don’t talk further please.
‘From D’NASH, got that loser friends?’ Trevor asked sarcastically.
‘What is D’NASH?’ Adriana continued asking.
‘Idiot! If you call Ony more often like that I kick you out of the band!’
‘If you talk to me this more often I’m leaving myself!’
‘D’NASH is a group, I really like them and I can send you some songs,’ I answered Adriana, ignoring the other two..

Prisca Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:04 pm

yes, trevor i kick your ass Mad

this hilton and pink things is so Rolling Eyes

great part Very Happy

Sergo Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:05 pm

Great paart Very Happy

Pris will never stop fighting Laughing

Prisca Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:06 pm

at least we have that in common... i like to discuss Laughing

Onyone Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:19 pm

20. Again Katja
‘Can I have your mail address?’ I asked Adriana, she wrote it on sheet and gave me and looked back to Priscila and Trevor. Priscila had crossed her arms in front of her breast and looked angrily at Trevor, who looked back the same.
‘So when are we going to practise?’
‘Not this afternoon,’ Priscila said with her nose in the air.
‘I can’t tomorrow,’ Adriana followed.
‘The day after tomorrow? Thursday?’ I looked at the other, inquiring. I got no comment so went on to the next part.
‘What time?’
‘Are we going to eat at your place?’ Trevor raised his eye brow, probably he knew the answer already, and Priscila looked not like she felt for saying yes.
‘Better not try that, daddy won’t think it’s alright. Let’s say 7pm at my pace, till 8.30pm?’ the others agreed and we all wrote it down in our notebook.
Priscila let go her look once again before giving it to Adriana, obvious to insult her. ‘Katja, what is actually with strong? I’m not going to get more weight for this!’
‘No, I mean like…,’ but the bell rang and almost immediately Trevor and Adriana were gone. Priscila waited for me, clicking with her pump.
‘Sweet of you that you want to help those losers, but next time ask me also, ok? Which lesson do you have now?’ My mouth wanted to hang open, but I stopped it. ‘English,’ I said.
‘Ok, I have maths, see ya in the canteen, during break, don’t forget!’ she said and walked away.

emilia Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:23 pm

sooo great story Very Happy

girl1035 Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:25 pm

Pris is really mean. But I like this story. Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!) - Page 10 Icon_biggrin

Sergo Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:26 pm

really like it Very Happy

Onyone Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:29 pm

thanks girls

Prisca Tue Jan 08, 2008 1:02 am

i like to be mean Cool

great part Tet Very Happy

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Does this story has to be continued? cuz part 24 will be the end