Drama Class [In Session]

Welcome to Drama!

Currently being taught by: Nero

It's a massive theater, the stage lit dimly and the curtains were pulled towards the side. There's a piano on the floor next to the stage. Seats surrounded the stage, only from the front of course, however each chair was empty. The arm rests/cup holders were pulled back. The carpetted floors were pristine and clear of any debris or trash. On the walls there were posters of previous performances of past students. Dust covered said posters, however if you look closely...is there a chance you could make out pictures of some of the teachers?

Trixy had went to her dorm, took a shower grabbed lunch but decided to check out her drama class too, since Callahan was going.
Oh joy, another giant empty dark room. DOINK! Trixy screamed like a child and looked about the massive dark room. Creepy portraits all over the walls. Trixy never took drama back home. This was an entirely new, and likely something she wasn't good at, one of the few things. "Er.. Hello!? Does there happen to be a teacher in this class? ...Of course not, go figure. ...Whose playing the piano!?" Trixy made herself look real tough, ready for anything that popped out of the dark. "I'll teach yah a thing or two!" Wanting to be a show off like always.
Trixy might not be a actor, or charming in any manner, she might not be the top athlete, she might not be the smartest kid in the world, or a dancer either, but she was one thing and that was a musician. She had dreams of marching bands, and orchestras. She knew how to play quite a few instruments, but not the guitar. In her opinion it was overrated.
She couldn't see a damn thing, the room was so dark! And she had no idea how to work theater lights, but she knew they were connected at a switch board. She frowned silently in the dark. She dropped her messenger bag on the floor and tried desperately to use her poke'gear as a light.

Trixy cringed at the yellow eyes and loud noises . What happened to your tough guy attitude Trixy, huh!?"Eh! Dracula, cut it out!" In reality maybe she wasn't that though with out a golf club. She glared back at the yellow eyes intently. Then out of the dark she recognized Callahan's voice.
"Yup, sure do~" Trixy whistled, "I know you come in peace goober. Are you interested in piano? Help me find some lights, yanno since you can see, assuming you made it all the way up there." Waved her had in a gesture suggesting she was almost bored. Still no sign of a teacher. Geez. She felt like leaving but first... show off a bit, make the guy's day.

Trixy smiled dully thankful she could finally see. Just likes to listen? Perfect! "Well if thats the case, let me play a bit. I can't fit a piano in my dorm!" She slapped his back whole heartedly. She walked down to the stage and hoped on the piano bench. She took a minute to examine all the sheet music and decided on something dramatic to start. Slow so she could get used to the feel of the particular piano. "Bongo's are cool to, you have to keep rhythm, thats important." The music changed to something up beat. Then she pulled her hands off the key board. It'd be great to just get to do that instead of act.

"Oh! I bet it is, that's pretty cool." She was intrigued by the idea of tribal drumming. Trixy wasn't big on drumming constant rhythm, other instruments you could play tempo regardless and no one knew the difference.

"Oh thank goodness! But tell me Callahan, can you sing and dance!?" She asked dramatically. She chuckled and started playing again, seeing as Callahan seemed to be getting that simple happiness that anyone should enjoy, and receiving it via music made it only that much better. Trixy started singing some stupid song that everyone knew, and badly at that, since she was a terrible singer. She kept singing and playing regardless, and just mumbled the parts she couldn't completely remember.

((I'm just going to go along with him knowing the song xD He's really good at physical (And verbal) things but just sucks ass at reading/writing/math because it doesn't catch his interest... and pencils just piss him off xD.))

Callahan grinned and nodded, dismissing the dramatic tone in her voice which probably meant she was kidding. Well, he could dance with direction. Just not make something up on the spot. And to refrain from looking like a fool when she began to sing, he only toned in his much deeper voice instead. His forefinger kept the beat by rapping his long nail against the stage floor and his tail swished back and forth behind him. He loved singing, no matter the song, and since he recognized this one he was able to tone his voice along with it perfectly. Ah, how he'd love to be in a musical! Both quick movement and singing! That would be lovely~

(I was hoping you would! Lol, I could imagine this pencils being an issue. :P)
She laughed, sung, and played piano at the same time! Oh, what if the teacher walked in the there, she'd be in for a treat! Callahan's deep rich voice blended with Trixy's 'howl' nicely, she didn't actually sound half bad with accompaniment, not to mention he was a human metronome. Oh, this was great, ah, she kind of reminded her of Scotty only hat Scotty was a small framed boy that let Trixy handle things, but those were small in comparison of the other traits they shared. "Man, this class is gonna be a hoot, as long as I'm at this damn piano, tapping on these ivory keys~" She smiled, and played quiet and some what slow, boring music, just to occupy herself. Music was just so fascinating.

(( Claws+pencils=Death x.x;))

Callahan laughed while he sung, enjoying this. Ah, if only all of drama could be like this! But no... his competitive nature would lead him to fight for the main roles, especially in musicals. Meanwhile, this was playful and fun. "Ah, well. Ya play really good, I wouldn' see why ya cann' play it," He smiled up at her, though his ruby eyes were focused on her fingers playing. She made it look so easy, as if hitting any key would produce beautiful music. His tail fidgeted as he watched, wanting oh so bad to play, as if he could just glide his hands over the keys, though he knew better.. Big hands were not meant for swift delicate movement.

She looked at him and laughed, "Come on! I know you want to play. Come here!" She stood up and pointed at the bench. "It ain't hard. Promise. Mary Had a Little Mareep, alright?" She said with all the authority in the world, he was gonna play it no matter if it was manly or not! "Come, come, sit down. What are you waiting for?"

"Oh, your such a bum! Come on! That's the first song EVERYBODY learns!" Her eyebrows dropped low on her face and she tapped her foot, which made a loud resounding noise. She studied him. Everyone had some musical potential, it was a thing that could be learned."Alright, but then you have to dance, can ya show me a dance? Like Broadway. Can you tap? Scotty used to tap, he was a man!" That'd be so cool! Trixy had all ways been fascinated with tap. It was an amazing talent, Scott had always been talented with anything that made noise. If Callahan could move his feet fast enough then he could play piano. she just had to trick him into playing the piano. She smiled, yup, she'd win this battle.

"Oh, don't look so sad, your hurting my feelings." She frowned at him, she did want to help him play piano, but if he'd rather dance, that was cool too, "But put soul into! Don't feel forced! Dramatic is great but how bout some jazz? Somethin' classy eh? And i owe ya somethin, promise." She smiled. Due to the fact that Callahan was 'home schooled' she wasn't sure how much he really knew about any of this crap, Trixy was a hardcore city girl, and it probably showed. She wailed on the piano and really showed off, she let her fingers dance, showing her deep seated love for all that was swing, hitting a wrong note once or twice but she was trying to watch Callahan, then slowly but artfully slipped into the dark dramatic overture that was spelled out on the sheet music.

"You sure can! Don't be so shy!" Trixy laughed, he danced great, tap shoes came in all sizes, then she realized... Where does he get money from? Would it be rude to ask. She bit her lip. She started playing jazz again, just to make noise. There's no teacher here either... was Bailey going to coach soccer and teacher her how to dance too?

"Why isn't there a teacher in here!? My parents would die if they knew they were paying for a school that's worse than public school? I mean sure there were gangs, and druggies, and the place ran on my dad's 'donations', but at least there were teachers!" She was a self taught musician starting on the clarinet at age 10, and Scotty started on the trumpet, they helped each other. But everything else, every sport was taught to her. Do teachers exist here? Would Callahan even know what she was talking about?
Her fingers just danced and she didn't even seem to be paying attention, like they had a mind of their own.

She looked at Callahan like he was plum nuts, the music stopped dead. "I don't dance." She stated defiantly. She wanted Callahan to play the piano now he had her in the same position. She held firm. She owned a pair of tap shoes, people tried to teach her how to do it on multiple occasions. She frowned. She was to damn klutzy, and a bit of a spaz, but she had learned how to swing dance, like the used to, way long ago when big band jazz was popular. She tried her best to explain it. " Do you know how to dance in that style?", She wasn't good at it, but she wasn't going to run away either.

" Deal!" the dancing started with out a hitch, it was going pretty well for the both of them. It was the only dance she was good at, or decent at least. All the spins were pretty good with a few mistakes every once in awhile, and then when it came to a big dip, she lost her balance and her small hand slipped right out of Callahan's and her legs flew up and she rolled right over Callahan's arm and fell flat on her back. "Ooof, oww... damn, that kinda hurt... but it was fun... kinda." She groaned and reacher for her hat that had fallen off. She sat up and looked around and held her head with one hand. "Your turn..." She motioned to the piano.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I might be a girl, but I ain't a sissy!" Trixy stated as she put her hat back on and adjusted it till just right. She looked Callahan right in the eye and lifted one eyebrow. And pointed at the piano once more. "Deals a deal, and your a man who doesn't break promises, hm? Head's fine, I've fell dancing before. Like a million times actually. Quit your worrying, wimp. " Poor Callahan sure was intimidated by a giant piece of wood and strings. She wished he would just try it, she knew he wanted too. She spun around on the floor not wanting to get up quiet yet.