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[* kieran anderson]

gloved hands strummed lightly on an acoustic guitar, fingers exposed
against the nylon strings, soft voice testing lyrics never written down,
straight from both the mind and the heart of the boy who was composing
as he sat on the stool right at the back of the stage, his heavily made
up face concealed in shadow. kieran was the walking description of 'all
dressed up with nowhere to go'. with the amount of makeup he was
wearing, you would automatically assume he was getting ready to put
on some sort of performance, when really it was nothing more than
his usual mask against the world; it meant that he didn't have to be
himself when he answered people's questions. truthfully, kieran rarely
answered a question fully; preferring to say what he thought people
wanted to hear rather than what was actually going on. he could be a
rather frustrating individual to be around, for getting to know him was
nearly impossible. he preferred to remain a mystery, that was what
the press loved about him. whenever there was a story written about
him, it was usually based on what they had seen, with a "no comment"
statement from himself, words he had never said but simply insinuated
with a soft glance and a quirk of a smile.

many people would assume he was mute if it were not for the fact he
sang on stage. another advantage of his not speaking much was that
when he did throw gigs, people swarmed to them in curiosity of what
his voice actually sounded like. they were stunned to hear how powerfully
he could sing, considering that when he did speak off stage his voice
was soft and barely audible, the difference between his mask and his
true self. the mask was a private individual who didn't want to get
involved, didn't want people to notice him and only wanted to write
his songs in peace, whereas the real him was an extrovert, diving around
on stage, singing, shouting to the crowd and basically yelling silently,
'notice me!, love me!'. of course, kieran's perception of love was warped,
marked by the soft red line which split his lower lip a third from the left,
crusted over by darker blood, futilely covered over by a thin layer of
foundation to match the colour of his lip in an attempt to hide the damage.
kieran loved his brother, in more ways than one, that was why he hid
his injuries under layers of clothing and makeup he had learned to
expertly apply after three years of abuse. it was okay, it would always
be okay, he just had to keep going, keep playing and together, the
twins would make everything perfect.

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his voice trilled out softly, nowhere near as strong as it was in the
limelight, but in tune nonetheless. he hoped his twin would like this
song, he hoped it would make him happy and they could have a good
night tonight. not like last night. kieran ached all over from their argument
last night. he said argument, when really he hadn't argued much at all,
his usual silence only broken by soft pleadings of "sorry" as fists
ploughed into his ribs, an unplanned lash smacking him in the mouth
and sending blood spattering as it clashed against his teeth. that stopped
the beating immediately, for they both knew that hitting somewhere
it could be seen could ruin them forever. the rest of the night had been
dedicated to ice packs and apologies, getting the swelling down and putting
cream on the split to his lip, thinking up a cover story just in case anyone
should notice it. kieran didn't mind. if he did things right the first time,
there wouldn't be any need to beat the sense into him.

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his lyrics didn't really make sense to anyone else and that was the
way he liked it. as long as the meaning of the song was portrayed,
its relevance to his life was best left unsaid. no one would ever know
what went on behind his bedroom doors. the 16-year old singer/composer
stopped strumming suddenly, head tilting up to see past the beak of
his hat, the sound of someone entering the room having startled him from
his activities. he didn't speak, knowing that anyone who had walked
in on him would most likely say hello, if he knew them, or apologise
for interrupting if he didn't.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color]

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[aristotle williams]

Ari had her bass in hand and ready to play a bit. School was boring her
and she had a free period now. Good. She hadn't played her bass in
two days. If she didn't get to play she would kill herself. Bass and piano
to her is like, food and water, basically. But, this free period would be
the part of the day where she could play bass during the day. When
she walked up to the auditorium, she heard playing and singing
through the door. This person had some real talent. Nice playing and
nice singing.

The lyrics didn't really make any sense, but really, if you weren't in their
shoes, what song lyrics did make sene? You had to actually know the
peron and understand what they were going through. Otherwise, you
would just have to keep guessing. She was kind of liking it though.
Okay, she needed to find out who this person was.

She listened and when it sounded like a good time, she opened the
door as quietly as possible. He still noticed and stopped. Well, that
plan failed. She wanted to see him sing and play guitar. "Sorry.
Didn't mean to disturb you, just heard you from out in the hall and
wanted to see you." Seriously, plan failed. Okay, not just fail,
epic fail. The doors didn't squeak or anything. Damn. He must have
extra good hearing apparently. Suck. "I'll leave if you want me to.
Just wanted to come by and play bass, but you beat me here."

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[* kieran anderson]

kieran was exceptionally paranoid about noises, always assuming it to
be a person even when it was nothing more than a curtain tie rattling
against the wall or a piece of paper falling off of a table. the fact was
that he had been stalked before, some time ago now, but still fresh
enough in his mind to make him jumpy at every small sound. every day
he half expected to turn the corner and find another stalker's 'lair',
covered in photographs of him and his brother, thankfully absent of
any indications of their secret. it turned out that a boy he had called his
friend had secretly been a new reporter at the local gossip magazine,
hunting out a big story to raise himself through the ranks, choosing the
mystery of the almost mute singer to be his hook. it really wasn't
anyone's business why he didn't speak much off stage; it wasn't an act
and he wasn't doing it to get the attentions of his audience, even if it
did work out that way. a lot of people assumed it was just a gimmick
until they spent time with kieran. he did his best to communicate in
other ways, even to the extreme of writing on his notebook rather than
talking verbally. though it wasn't down to him, kieran knew that lennox
didn't like him talking too much anyway - his perfectionist twin prefferred
the silent understanding they had and kieran had to admit
that he did too, it made him feel that little bit closer even when the
going got tough.

he wasn't stupid, he knew other people had to use this room too; the
only reason he had stopped his playing was out of curiousity, he didn't
like to play around people he thought might steal his material or
criticise it, because if it hadn't been proofread and approved by lennox
it could make his brother jumpy and he would spend ages correcting
the so called errors. of course, his brother was often nice about
rewriting things, only getting angry when kieran hit a wrong note or
stopped playing entirely. he said the whacks were a 'conditioning'
technique so that his mind would associate the pain with a wrong note
and he would be less likely to do it again. it made sense to kieran, but
then again he would probably agree with lennox if he said the world
was indeed flat. [okay, bad example since kieran was so
geographically challenged that he probably did on occasions imagine
the world to be flat, but the point still remains.] the lyrics he was
singing were a little bit nonsensical, but the gist of the meaning was
still there, right? it was intended to be ironic, telling the tale of a
confusing world which made little to no sense to kieran, who had a
mental disorder in which he sometimes thought he was still a child.
it was why he was so dependant on his twin and why every sentence
usually held a mention of his other half - kieran simply could not
function without lennox and, in a way, lennox couldn't function without
kieran. yes, there might be fists involved, but they really did love each
other,in every sense of the word, no matter how good they were at concealing
it around other people.

this girl didn't appear to be a threat of any kind and kieran smiled in
what he hoped was a pleasant manner, though his makeup often
made him look a little scary, which he was anything but. he nodded
and cocked his head at her for a moment, chewing his lip then shook his head
vigorously when she suggested leaving, realising that he was
going to have to use those damn cursed words. "n-no, s-stay.."
he stuttered, flushing crimson at the weakness of his voice. gods, he
hated talking, sounding like some pathetic moron. no one who met
him without hearing him first believed he could sing so powerfully until
he was up on that stage belting it out. it was embarrassing. nodding,
he indicated the chair beside him, asking her if she would like to join
him and 'jam', his question remaining silent, the cripplingly shy boy
desperately hoping she would understand and not make him speak
again.

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[aristotle williams]

The boy didn't answer right away.He must of been contemplating 
whether or not to take her up on her off to let her stay or tell her to
leave. She would honestly be fine with either one. She didn't want to 
interrupt him or anything if he was working on a song or something.
She would leave if he told her to get out. But, it was kind of for
everyone to use the auditorium. But, she was also kind of shy with
people she had never met. She would be completely silent, but, when
she got to know them better, she would open up and talk more.
Annoying to some people, yet, that's how she was and she wouldn't
change for anyone.

When the boy finally answered he studdered that she could stay. He 
was definitely shy, but his voice kind of said differently. His voice was 
so powerful with much meaning. It was very big contradiction. But,
that's what made him seem more and more mysterious. He didn't
seem to want to talk anymore, so, she wouldn't ask any questions.
Hey, if he wanted to talk, then, he could. But if he didn't want to, that's
his decision. but, the guy did seem nice. "My name is Ari, by the
way," she smiled.

She walked to about around the middle rowish and sat down at the
end of the aisle. She put her feet up on the seat in front of her. She
immediately started playing Seven Nation Army She loved the
bass line to it. It was probably one of the easiest bass lines to learn,
but, it was something since she hadn't played in like, two days. She
kinda sung the words to it, but she didn't it very quietly were like, no
one could hear it. But, with this guys hearing, he might of been able
to hear it. Which made her blush the tiniest bit. She didn't really like
singing in front of people. Those who had heard her sing, said she
was really good, but, she didn't believe them at all. She thought that
she was awful. But, she was too hard on herself with music.


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[* kieran anderson]

no matter how shy he was, kieran could never tell anyone to leave a public place;
the very thought of doing so made him cringe with embarrassment at the prospect
of being so mean. it just wasn't who he was and he could never be that way. he was
sure that lennox would have no problems with telling someone to leave, something
which could get rather confusing to anyone who didn't know he was a twin. if they
found out about his mental disability they would probably assume he was suffering
from multiple personality disorder unless they saw him with his brother. he was
indeed working on a song, but then again he always was, writing lyrics which
would never be heard by anyone but himself and sometimes lennox more often
than he wrote actual songs for their little band. well. he said little, but they were
very well known locally simply as 'the anderson brothers'. their performances
were flawless - partly because kieran would get beaten up if he dared to mess up,
but mainly down to their natural talent and showmanship. there had been an article
printed about them in the local newspaper recently about one of their gigs, singing
their praises with only a small criticism of his own personal silence and a quip about
lennox speaking for him, saying they must be psychic. kieran didn't really mind that;
let the press feed to their mystery, it was all publicity in the end. with regards to the
girl before him, kieran really wanted to talk to her, he did; but his stutter made it
practically impossible for him to hold a normal conversation, not to mention he was
so embarrassed by it that his blushes brought him to the verge of tears. he didn't know
why he didn't stutter when he sang, something to do with nerves and adrenaline rushes
- whatever it was, he wished he could stay on stage for the rest of his life.

he had no idea whatsoever about what she thought of him - kieran was incredibly worried
about people's opinions of him when he was alone with them, yes, even a girl's. to be
honest, even if a girl were to hit him he would probably cry, for he was so conditioned
against violence that even watching it on tv had him gripping his seat in terror. that
was when he was in his childish mindset, though; unable to think like a grown
adult because his mind refused to accept that he was just as old as the people around
him, sometimes older. most likely the reason he was allowing a boy just over a year
his junior to manipulate him into doing anything he wanted..though, lennox was
trapped into the agreement too and his mind was perfectly fine, if a little angry.
"m-m...k-kieran.." he answered, again not looking at her as he spoke. If he
didn't see her, he could pretend it was lennox he was talking to, and that wasn't so
hard. still, he had had to cut what would have been 'my name is kieran' down to a
failed word and his own name which he couldn't pronounce without that damned stutter.

he smiled as she sat down, picking up her words but not commenting on it. instead of
making a big deal, he attempted to calm her nerves by picking up the tune and
decorating it on his acoustic guitar, beginning to sing along with her quietly in an
attempt to encourage her to sing louder, wanting to hear her. she had a good voice
and, as a singer, he liked to listen to voices.

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[aristotle williams]

His name was Kieran apparently. She smiled that he at least said his name. She would remember that. Kieran, Kieran, Kieran... she repeated in her head multiple times. It was an easy way for her to remember things though. She continued to play her bass and almost silently sing along with it. Kieran was just sitting and not making any noise now. Was he trying to listen in on her singing? She was now a little embarrassed. She still kept playing. That was one of her pet peeves. If someone didn't finish a song, she knew, she would be a little OCD about it, but that was just her.

When she finished the song, she looked at the stage. It was pretty big actually. It would be fun to play on it. She looked at the thing not noticed before. There was a freakin' piano on stage and she didn't notice. She felt entirely stupid now. She wondered if Kieran would mind if she came up and played on it. Well, she would anyways, but she would give him a heads up first. "Um, I wanted to give you a heads up, but, I'm gonna play some piano." She got off her butt and quickly walked on stage. She put her bass carefully down and sat on the piano stool. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

She opened her eyes and took a quick look at Kieran and turned her attention back to the piano. Okay, so the song wouldn't be perfect, but, she still could play it.

The notes started to flow out and she felt where the bass was suppose to come in. Guitar next. Then without thinking...

I have you breathing down my neck
I don't what you could possibly expect under this condition so
I'll wait for the ambulance to come
Pick us up off the floor
What did you possibly expect under this condition so

Slow down.. this night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue..
Just dark blue

The song was just fun to play. The chords were simple, yet fun and exciting to play. They just flew out. But, she finally realized that she was singing and pulled her hands off. She made a face. "Crap..." Now what? She had just revealed her horrible singing to this guy she just met. Without looking she said, "I'm sorry. My singing is bad, but, I couldn't really help it." Yeah. So, her singing was bad, well, to her at least.


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[* kieran anderson]

kieran's heart leaped as she smiled at him - did that mean she didn't think he was a
complete and utter retard? that was a good sign..right? he was so nervous around
new people it wasn't even remotely funny. he hoped he didn't make her feel
uncomfortable; he really wasn't a creeper, he just liked to listen to people. people
who didn't have a stupid, idiotic stutter like he did, people with normal voices. far
from making him feel worse, he imagined that the more he listened to people talk
the more likely he was to wake up with his stutter gone. he wondered if the shyness
would disappear if he was suddenly able to talk normally then reasoned that it
probably wouldn't, it had become so ingrained on his being. he was naturally
observant, a very fast learner and instinctive musician. that was the reason he had
been able to learn violin in less than a month and sign language in just one night so
that he was able to talk to his friend nicholas who was totally deaf. it was an ironic
friendship, the boy whose whole life was basically all about music and the inventor
who couldn't hear a word that singer said. it worked, though; nic allowed kieran to
have the silence he craved, the speech with his hands giving him all the privacy he
required to inform his new friend of things he had never managed to stutter out. ki
had heard nic speak a few times, his voice slightly heavy with a lisp; it made him
sad to hear it, though he was glad that nic could still express himself to the ignorant
people who refused to learn sign language. he wished there was a way he could
help him to hear, but he reasoned that if anyone could find an invention to allow
deaf people to hear, it would be nicholas himself. he was so smart.

kieran, on the other hand, had incredible hearing, which was why he was here
listening to the girl singing quietly. when she was done, he clapped his hands, not
too overenthusiatically, he didn't want her thinking she was in the room with a total
nutter. he just nodded as she approached the stage - why was she treating him like
he was some skittish rabbit who would run away as soon as the headlights were
turned off? he was shy, yes, but he couldn't express how much he liked her
company, a fact which made him feel entirely stupid and frustrated. he watched her
settle down at the piano and begin to play, putting his guitar down and reaching for
a smaller instrument by his side. he didn't know the song she was playing, but his
mind was so musical it hardly mattered. he raised the violin to his shoulder and
began to play along to what she was playing quietly, standing up and swaying
slightly as he swept the bow along the strings in time to her playing, harmonising
with her voice rather than focusing on the intricate playing which would require at
least one run through of the song for him to learn. when she finished playing, ki
was just about to compliment her when she put herself down. he frowned and
shook his head, annoyed at the thought. "n-no..b-beautiful voice." it was all
he could say, he hoped it would be enough, his eyes pleading with her to believe
him. he reached out and touched her shoulder, feeling oddly protective over this girl
who clearly couldn't tell how talented she was.

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[aristotle williams]

He said that her voice was beautiful. She had to smile at that. She had asked all her really close friends about her voice, and she knew that they wouldn't want to make her feel bad. But, she had just met this boy and he sounded serious about this. Her cheeks felt a little flushed now, and it didn't help when his hand touched her shoulder. Hopefully she wasn't blushing too much. Well, if god had any grace she wasn't blushing all that much. Just a little color, but not like rose red.

She put her right hand on top of the piano and started to play a simple c scale. Which changed into a mixelidion scale. Then into a jazz scale. That was a bitch to learn, but she finally got the hang of it. There were only seven notes in it which bugged the crap out of her, but that's jazz for ya. Easy to find the beat, a bitch to play, but it had a nice out come to it. She thought of what to play now. She started to play a B flat scale which turned into the beginning of a song. She slowly added her right hand.

If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?

And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

No.

Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.

The song was hard to find for the acoustic version for piano, but the outcome was amazing. It wasn't actually that hard to learn to play either. A few eight notes here, some sixteenths here, but nothing outrageous like, eighty-second notes. Now that haunted her in her dreams the night she first got them from her private lessons when she took them. It's like they wanted to eat her or something.

Alright, what now to start up the conversation? "Alright. How about you play a song now? I've played two for you now. How does that sound?" Her hands slowly left the black and white keys and looked up at Kieran once again. He didn't seem as shy as he had when she first arrived. Hey, she was definitely not expecting him to put his hand on her shoulder for one. But, it was nice.


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[* kieran anderson]

he was happy that she didn't, at least out loud, call him a liar. he hoped that meant
she believed him, but people were fickle. they could say one thing and mean
another. he had no reason to lie to her - indeed, if he were any other person in this
school he might have told her that her voice was terrible just to sabotage her
chances at the record contract for that year. but he wasn't like that - kieran always
told the truth, even if it got him into trouble. perhaps that was a reason his silence
was a good thing. it meant that no one bothered to ask him those akward questions,
though the people close to him knew that it was a compulsion for him to be truthful.
his father had been big on honesty, even if he hadn't been big on children. the
maids had been sent to get the truth from mr andersons sons, by force if
necessary. kieran still remembered it, though he tried not to. biting his lip, he
listened quietly as she sang again, putting his violin down. he really liked her voice,
he might ask her to do some backing vocals on one of his songs on the next album,
with lennox's permission, of course. she seemed so comfortable on the piano, he
smiled. he could play piano too, though it wasn't his main instrument so he wasn't
quite as accomplished on it as he was on, say guitar.

he listened as she asked him to play a song and nodded slowly. kieran hated to
repeat himself, or other people for that matter, so when he went and picked up his
guitar, the notes that flew up were entirely new, straight from his head. he was so
fast at composing, he didn't even recognise it as a talent. the song was fast but
tuneful, playing out for a little while before he finally decided to start singing, the
lyrics as made up as the tune which flew from his fingers, his voice not stuttering
once.

"this is the start of the story;
this is the RSVP,
write the book, attend the ball,
smile like life is good and you've got it all
cause baby you do,
you've got me and i've got you.

this was never an accident,
it was stamped, addressed and heaven sent;
knocking on perfections door,
rap those knuckles again, once more;
creak the wood and open the crack,
step on in now and don't look back.."

kieran tuned out as he sang, eyes closed, fingers moving of their own accord, his
voice somehow matching and harmonising with the tune even before it played out.
he was in his element like this, the world fading away from him, his nerves locked
in a chest and sat on by the music swelling like a crescendo in his mind. he
played until he reached a suitable end to the lyrics, then stopped, blinking and
noticing her again, flushing red with embarrassment. this was the same as it was
on stage for him; he would play, then the moment he realised he was standing with
a huge audience he would take a shaky bow and step off of the stage, trying his
damnedest not to run and look like an idiot. he couldn't run here, though, he had to
stand and face the music [pardon the pun]. his fingers tightened around his guitar
and he bit the inside of his mouth nervously.

it was embarrassing to be so shy, even though he was used to being on stage it
never seemed to get any easier. he found himself wishing lennox was here to keep
him safe from her opinion and to be his voice, but he couldn't expect his twin to be
there every time he got into an akward situation. looking at his feet, he scuffed his
shoe across the floor anxiously.

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[aristotle williams]

He nodded and picked up his guitar. The chords were entirely different, so it was obviously an entirely different piece. The words sounded amazing. He must of been writing a long time for this type of talent. She wasn't really good at words, just the music. He turned out like there was an audience or something. The pitches matched perfectly in tune. Wow. That took years of training to do. She still sung a little out of tune without any music backing her up.

He turned back and stopped. She swore he went a little red, but she wouldn't say anything about it. She knew he was shy enough and that wouldn't be helping. He sat there, like, waiting there for her to tell him what she thought. "Well, I think that's a really cool song. I think the lyrics also mean something deep and are well thought out." Yeah. Some lyrics were just way too shallow to listen to. Like, I'm on a boat mother fucker? What is that suppose to mean? Anything specific? Probably not. Music was poetry put to sound. It wasn't meant for this thing they called rap. Okay, she couldn't say that because there is one rapper that actually had some deep stuff. She actually liked most of his songs too.

She started to play some chords. Just randomly. They moved a little fast and she repeated the same pattern over and over. She nodded her head and stopped. "Alright, play along with me. Just for kicks. Make up some lyrics if you want to." This should be kind of interesting. Usually it took a few hours to make a song, but, maybe they could do it in like, three minutes. That would be a cool feeling though. Before she started to play again, she thought. She imagined the song in her head, but the lyrics kept coming up as a blur to her. This is why she never wrote lyrics. She was really good at imagining the different parts coming in at the different times though. That was the part that caught her from totally failing.

She started to play the few chords once again. The right hand played the same notes over and over again, but it was catchy. The left hand played were the bass should have gone and wondered if Keiran would jump in.


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[* kieran anderson]

perhaps the reason kieran connected so well with the music was because he sucked
so badly at communicating to the physical world. it was almost as if he thought
in music, lyrics taking over his speech in the vicinity of music. he had first picked up a
guitar when he was two years old, but hadn't started lessons until he was four. he was
both classically and electronically trained, but had a natural gift at picking up things
on the first try and outgrew his lessons by the time he was twelve. for the last four
years, he had been composing on his own and with lennox - they had released an
album simply under the name 'the anderson brothers', but they had far more tracks
than the ones on the album, enough to fill six or seven albums, actually. those songs
were reserved for a day when, heaven forbid, they might get writers block or simply
want to release a 'rare tracks' album. kieran wrote at least three songs a day, but not
all of them were recording material.he had been in the studio with lennox just
yesterday recording a song, something which always made him happy as lennox was
so particular [and insanely smart] about which songs to choose for the albums that he
felt a sense of acheivement every time one of his songs was okayed for recording. to
outside people it might seem that lennox was controlling the band; it was partially true,
but not to the extent that some people thought. kieran was fully allowed to have an
opinion on the album and lennox would listen to it with careful consideration, but he
seemed to just have a natural instinct for which songs flowed well together and would
carry the whole album from start to finish with the least obtrusion on the ears, writing
bridges on the spot to match the songs finish to start. he was so cute to watch when
he was deep in concentration - kieran often let him do this part by himself just so he
could watch lennox, head bowed over his guitar, hair flopping forward, his jaw set, eyes
half closed in concentration. kieran imagined that, like himself, lennox was feeling the
music flowing through his veins and out through his fingertips. sometimes his twin
would look up to find ki looking at him, making him smile and kieran blush with
pleasure.simple moments like that were the best, without a doubt, when they both had
their music perfected and no stress from their manager to produce an album or
single, on hiatus from their local tour to record, all those long hours in the studio
together...it was..nice. that was the side of lennox that kieran loved, not the over
stressed and overworked brother working his fingers to the grinder on his guitar
strings and his knuckles to the bone against kieran's body in frustration that things
weren't working out quite to plan.

it was probably lame, but kieran couldn't get through a day without thinking about his
twin. another reason it was good he didn't talk is that he didn't give away just how...
special his relationship with lennox was. when kieran was in his childs mindset,
lennox had to constantly remind him that their relationship would be frowned on, that
no matter how much they loved each other, the press would never cast it in a good
light and no matter how much 'baby' ki wanted to live in a fairytale where everything
would turn out good for, in this case, the princes, it would never be like that, they
would have to be a secret forever. obviously, their being identical twins didn't help -
they couldn't even run away and pretend they weren't related. kieran had somehow
ended up being blackmailed by one of the younger students into being a sex slave
for his fantasies - lennox told him he had to do it, for them, and like a blind fool he
did. it was the reason his new songs were so centered around relationships - his own
was so messed up. it was almost cruel; kieran had a mental disorder and often
thought like a 6 year old, even though he was perfectly aware he was much older and
was able to make some adult decisions with complete sincerity. the only thing that
really changed was his vocabulary and innocence. he loved to have teaparties locked
up in his bedroom with lennox and a hundred teddies, though recently he had taken
to replacing tea with whisky after one incident where he had wound up being locked
in without lennox and with three bottles of whisky concealed in the room - he must
have put them there himself, but he didn't remember doing such grown up things.
also, when he was 'with' lennox in this mind frame, it was because he craved to make
lennox feel good, keep him happy - it was entirely unselfish. anyway, back on topic.
he was aware of her talking to him, snapping him out of his daydream. a shy smile
crept on to his features at her compliment, obvious relief in his eyes. he hadn't meant
to get quite so carried away with his playing, but somehow he had, as usual. he
mouthed the words 'thank you' to her, unwilling to physically speak right now, so
soon after singing.

he smiled as she began to play again, closing his eyes to listen. after a few moments,
he began to play, a few chords then a faster bridge, back to chords, changing it over
and over but keeping the melody. he sang, quietly at first but getting louder. the
words were about making friends and common interests and such. he just kept
singing, waiting on her to change the pace or to end the song.

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He mouthed the words Thank You to her. She smiled back and mouthed You're Welcome. he started to sing. The words just flew out like he had been working on this song for months. She was stunned at his talent. She wished she had that type of thinking like that. He kept singing and she slowed the pace a little and ended with a big D seventh chord. She paused a moment thinking back to the song that had just appeared from no where.

"That was amazing Kieran. I mean, just your ability to create lyrics on the spot. That's so awesome. I may seem like I'm over exaggerating a bit, but, that's really cool. It's like a talent all it's own." She turned to look at him now. She sat cross legged on the piano bench and waited for a reaction from him. A lot of people would kill for that kind of talent. People could come up with the music pretty easily if they knew what they were doing, but to come up with the lyrics and hit all the pitches exactly, yeah, that was a whole category all it's own.

She swayed side to side and waited for an answer. She then started to feel a beating in her head. Damned headaches. "Excuse me," she said. She went to where her bag was out in the middle row. She took out the little bottle of Tylenol and took two. She chugged down some water. God. Her headaches had to ruin the best moments, didn't they? She put the cap back on the water and leaned up against the chair connected to the rest of the row. She took a deep breath in and breathed out slowly. She felt kind of better now. At least she got to the Tylenol before the migraine started this time.

She slowly walked back up to the stage, but felt dizzy, so she sat on the steps to the stage. She put her elbows on her knees and closed her eyes to make the bright lights go away. Dark would probably be best right now. She then put her arms to lean against the next row of stairs. She forgot about where she was and tried to think of something that could get her mind off of this pounding pain. She stretched a little, that always helped. She moved her head back and forth and then opened her eyes. Okay, so, now the headache was a bit better. The light didn't totally kill her, still hurt, but not totally kill her.


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[* kieran anderson]

kieran wasn't too surprised when she mouthed back to him - he seemed to have
the effect on people where they thought because he was so quiet, they must
be particularly loud. he just smiled in answer to her silent response, playing
the new song. when she finished, he strummed his strings a few more times then
stopped. she started to compliment him and he blushed furiously, shaking his head
silently. looking up at her, he bit his lip and decided that she seemed trustworthy
enough and that she probably wouldn't make fun of his stutter - though he wasn't
about to tell her about his mental problems. "i-it's.. not that s-special... i just
t-think in m-music..." he blushed again, furiously this time, feeling like he had
just revealed a big secret, which he had, in the sense of his speech problem. not
many people knew about it, because he could sing perfectly without a stutter. it
was one of his best kept secrets, though the fact that he thought like a child could
easily top that, not to mention his relationship with lennox... the whole of the twins
world was shrouded in secrecy, though the press only saw kieran as being the mysterious
one. not that he intended that, of course - it was just how it worked out. he
never gave interviews, never spoke to the fans, only ever gave out written statements.
somehow he had avoided being called rude and obnoxious, most likely by the small
pleasant smiles he always had for everyone. the press simply called him shy and
private, which was right - but they had no idea how much.

he frowned as she sat down and took pills, worried instantly that she was really
sick. he noticed her rubbing her head though, and realised that she had a
headache. looking up at the lights, he frowned and darted backstage, turning
off the floodlights and switching on the dim theatre lighting which was used during
light shows. it was dull and red, lit up the theatre just enough to see without assaulting
the senses. he sat
beside her. "are you o-okay?" he asked, his voice soft as ever. he hated to see
anyone in any kind of pain, even if it was just a headache, which was ironic considering
the amount of pain he had to deal with on a weekly basis. but that was different. it
always was. "I t-thought the l-lights being off m-might help...?" he questioned
softly, wanting her to know that he had tried to help.

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[aristotle williams]

He said that the song writing thing was nothing special, "No, it is something special. Not everyone can come up with lyrics on the spot like that." She smiled at the end of her sentence. He must of had something going on his in life that was epic. It didn't have to be anything specific like good or bad, just epic. It took skill to do what he did with music like that.

When she went to take her Tylenol, Kieran went over and turned down the bright lights. He put the dim ones on instead. He asked if that helped. "Yeah. Thanks." She smiled and relaxed a little. Light plus headache equals major pain. Then, she remembered the first question, are you okay?. She wasn't really sure how to answer that one. She tried to think of the best possible way to answer it without being to vague. "Um, I get really bad headaches sometimes. That's why I carry around the bottle of Tylenol. I had a really bad experience with one in third grade. That's when I got a doctor's note that it's okay for me to carry around drugs during school hours."

Yeah. Bad experience. You could say that. You can also say that her migraine was so intense she passed out and didn't wake up for a few days, but she didn't want to freak him out with that small fact. She didn't even know she had that little thing she could never remember the name for. It gave her awful headaches all that time and when migraines came, that was a bad sight to see. She would either pass out or act like she was having a stroke. Her mom took her to the hospital for both times. The second visit was for the acting like a stroke one, they figured out that her head had like, too much pressure build up or something like that. She would have to take an extra strong medicine everyday during the morning and then smaller things, like Tylenol, during the day. It would never leave and she would have to switch between smaller meds every week so she didn't get too much of one.

"But, I'm fine. Just something I've had to deal with since a little kid. It doesn't bother me as much as it use to though." Liar, liar pants on fire.


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[* kieran anderson]

kieran shook his head again as she spoke, unable to accept the compliments in a way
which was beyond modesty. he truly didn't believe he had any talent himself, believing
it was all down to his brother - lennox was the one who made things perfect. that was
the way they worked. kieran wrote the music, mostly at least, then lennox would refine
it, add additional instruments and give it that perfect timbre which had gained them so
many avid fans. they had released two albums now and would have to start their second
tour shortly. things became difficult then, but well worth it. this school was easily adapted
around a tour, that was why a lot of people attended here. the staff held a few private
tutors who could come with you, keep you up to date on everything so that you were still
able to sit your exams when you came back. not that it was entirely pleasant to have to
come off stage, sweating and exhausted to be faced off by a teacher, told to go straight
to bed because you were up in the morning for lessons. in fact, it was enough to make
you want to throw a cataclysmic temper tantrum. which he often did, when his mind was
in its juvenile state. sometimes, he had to be physically restrained when he became so
frustrated that he started lashing out at the people he cared about most, not really wanting
to hurt them but unable to express himself verbally. it was ironic, for someone who knew
15 different languages, that actual speaking proved to be such a failure. cruel, really. he
wanted to get rid of his stutter, but no amount of speech therapy had worked and he had
eventually grown frustrated with that too. he had no idea what the difference was between
singing and talking, but if singing was to be the only way he could express himself, he
intended to grab hold of the opportunity with both hands and pull as hard as he could. he
might not be able to talk privately with the people he held dear, but he could commune
with them through cryptic lyrics and belting vocals and know that they understood him.

he waited patiently for her to answer him after he dimmed the lights, knowing how
disabling a headache could be. he was in a very good mood anyway, from her kind words,
however embarrassing he had found them. he frowned sympathetically as she explained
about her headaches, wanting to reach out and hug her but thinking it might not be
entirely appropriate - sometimes it took a lot of effort to remind himself that not everyone
craved physical contact the same way he did - he didn't want her to think he was trying
to hurt her or something. swallowing, he braced himself for speech again, knowing it
would take effort. "t-that's terrible. d-do they come on at any t-time, or can you
c-control them s-sometimes?" he asked, genuinely curious but not morbidly so. he
would back off from the conversation if she didn't want to talk about it, gladly. any
excuse to not have to hear his moronic stutter ruining the flow of words. he was actually
envious of her ability to talk freely and hoped it didn't show in the way he chewed
his lip nervously, smiling at her through curious eyes. when she said it didn't bother her
anymore, he frowned and this time, he did reach out to touch her arm gently, almost
as if asking permission for the movement. "i-it's okay to admit h-how much it
b-bothers you, i...h-hate the way i t-talk. it makes me feel s-stupid. p-people treat you
d-d...differently.. when you d-don't do things the same w-way. like having a d-d.." he
frowned - how did he always end up trying to say such difficult words? ",,disability..
makes you t-thick. that's why i s-sing." - it was the longest sentence he had said
to anyone in a while and the exhertion showed in his eyes, the utter embarrassment
and unfamiliarity of the words showing on his face like a beacon.

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