Posts by Akira Vipor

I look up, ''Oh! hi!'' I say.

I shrug, ''Go ahead. I was going to go to the choi- go wonder around...'' I say. I stand up. ''See you later. Maybe in class. Who knows!'' I say. I run off towards the choir room. I find the electric piano and sit down at it. I start laying it with emotion.

(XD, I like how she is singing A song about love. and he is all I wonder if he likes me! I am laughing so hard.)

I finish singing but decided on playing another song, I was going to sing louder no matter what. I didn't care if I was heard.

I smile then finish off the song. "Not bad" I say. I turn to him.

"Why? Why hide it?" I ask.

''Make fun of you? Why? You have A great voice. I know many people who'd feel jealous...'' I say.

I stand up and set a hand on his shoulder. ''A voice like yours? You have A great voice. You shouldn't care what people think. Music is in your veins. You can't hide it forever. Take it from someone who has parents who sing and box'' I mutter. ''A boy like you though, should have A voice like yours though''

(I forgot to mention. The image you showed on first post never showed up. It broke. I forgot to mention that)

(I am going to say you didn't and it just shows the broken imae thing XD)

I smile lightly, ''You shouldn't care what others think you know'' I state.

''I am skipping out class. Going to go to the music shop. You can come as well.. If you want'' I say.

I step out and turn back, ''Hurry up'' I say. I walk off, I open the school doors and wait.

I start walking again. My hair whipped back as the wind picked up.

I stop in front of the music shop. I walk in getting yelled at by my mom. ''Akira! Your father is coming! He has a music performance and I have to dance in it! I expect you to keep in line and be respectful!'' she continued rambling. I stand there. ''I brought someone here. So please mom. Don't yell' I say. ''Know what fine'' she says. She started yelling in Italian. ''Posso urlare se non ero a Akira ! Ma se non vuoi che urla in inglese con questo fare! Perché ho bisogno di sbraitare . Tuo padre e mi ha divorziato e si è venuta qui da Russia!'' I can yell if I wasnt to Akira! But if you don't want me yelling in English with this do! Because I need to rant. Your father and me divorced and he is coming here from RUSSIA! I sigh. ''Basta calmarsi madre . Egli viene per A preformance e basta capita di avere a ballare . Affrontarla'' Just calm down mother. He is coming for A preformance and you just happen to have to dance. Deal with it. I was talking calmly. ''DEAL WITH IT! NO! YOUR DANCING WITH ME! Now I have to go and go to A boxing match bye!'' she says. ''Bipolar much'' I mutter.
I turn back towards mark,''Sorry bout that'' I trail off.

I grab my electric guitar, ''She is usaully never around the music shop...'' I say. I hand him A guitar. ''You can sing here. Only friends come here. Not many of those...'' I say smiling. I start to play the song victorious on the guitar. My hand started to go down the fret swiftly as I sang. Many people when I played electirc wouldn't belief I liked settle rock.

I smile and finish the song my way and did one of those endings were its A bunch of chord changes. I set the guitar down.

''Not bad at all.'' I state, I smile lightly, ''You know, do you know how my father is coming from russia? He is kind of well Zachary Dale...'' I say.

''I don't know what you mean? How?'' I say. I was getting confused now.

''Plan or boat. How do you think me and my mom got here. I ain't just Italian you know. I'm more Russian then Italian.'' I say laughing quietly.

I laugh lightly, ''Your blushing! That's adorable!'' I say. I reach out to pinch his cheeks.

// *Bumps thread* //

I laugh lightly, ''No!'' I say childishly. I put my arms down and roll my eyes, ''Your lucky I ain't no old lady!'' I state.