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[open] Birthday Party Extravaganza for (1) Campbell Saunders
Who: Maya, Cam, and the rest of ya'll.
What: A BIRTHDAY PARTY EXTRAVAGANZA okay no it's not an extravaganza, it's actually just a party for Cam's birthday.
When: December 5th.
Where: Cafeteria area.
At ridiculous o'clock on the morning of December 5th, Maya enlisted Hyokomon and Strabimon to help her tape invitations on anyone and everyone's door. All of the invitations were hand-written, although they seemed to be in three or four different handwritings, and they all said exactly the same thing:
YOU'RE INVITED TO CAM'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
TODAY AT 1PM IN THE CAFETERIA
In retrospect, there were definitely easier ways of inviting the whole city to a party but Maya didn't care. This way meant that only dedicated people would show up to the party. Maybe. That was Maya's hope, anyway. She didn't usually mind being around people, but the fact that she was performing a song she'd written for Cam was kind of. Embarrassing. She'd done it before, at Battle of the Bands, but that had been decidedly less personal than "Jersey Boy." As in "the song she never showed to anyone."
Most of the party preparations had been handled by Neku, because funnily enough freshman band geeks don't plan that many parties, and Maya was eternally grateful to him for it. Mostly because she'd been working nonstop on the stupid song and there wouldn't be much of a party if she'd had to plan it. If her plan failed miserably, then at least there was food. And probably the people here were less gossipy than the kids at Degrassi, so the whole city wouldn't know she'd made a fool of herself.
A girl could hope, right?
[ooc: You're free to post threads and do the mingle! There's no rules besides have fun.]
What: A BIRTHDAY PARTY EXTRAVAGANZA okay no it's not an extravaganza, it's actually just a party for Cam's birthday.
When: December 5th.
Where: Cafeteria area.
At ridiculous o'clock on the morning of December 5th, Maya enlisted Hyokomon and Strabimon to help her tape invitations on anyone and everyone's door. All of the invitations were hand-written, although they seemed to be in three or four different handwritings, and they all said exactly the same thing:
YOU'RE INVITED TO CAM'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
TODAY AT 1PM IN THE CAFETERIA
In retrospect, there were definitely easier ways of inviting the whole city to a party but Maya didn't care. This way meant that only dedicated people would show up to the party. Maybe. That was Maya's hope, anyway. She didn't usually mind being around people, but the fact that she was performing a song she'd written for Cam was kind of. Embarrassing. She'd done it before, at Battle of the Bands, but that had been decidedly less personal than "Jersey Boy." As in "the song she never showed to anyone."
Most of the party preparations had been handled by Neku, because funnily enough freshman band geeks don't plan that many parties, and Maya was eternally grateful to him for it. Mostly because she'd been working nonstop on the stupid song and there wouldn't be much of a party if she'd had to plan it. If her plan failed miserably, then at least there was food. And probably the people here were less gossipy than the kids at Degrassi, so the whole city wouldn't know she'd made a fool of herself.
A girl could hope, right?
[ooc: You're free to post threads and do the mingle! There's no rules besides have fun.]
PERFORMANCE
Slinging her guitar around her neck, Maya stepped up on the stage and behind the mic.]
If I could have your attention, please? This song is for one Campbell Saunders, who is my favorite person in any world.
[With a glance to the band behind her, Maya counted them in and started to play.]
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And it's only when the performance is finished that it lowers itself, right down in front of her as her Crest of Courage.]
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Anyway, a shower, an alert from Lucette of the message on the door, a few awkward run-ins-- it all leads to a small strangled yelp of Maya! and him trekking down to the cafeteria, because if she put work into it he wouldn't shy away, even if parties aren't exactly his speed.
If the party was a surprise, then the song is something else, because from the very first line it's very clear to him how specific it is. Lucette practically rocks out next to him, and Salamon bobs his head at Cam's feet, though Cam himself half wants to disappear into the ground, but--
But the more it goes on, with the light shining above Maya's head, the crest, the nerves calm. The rising anxiety shifts to admiration. She did all this for him. Threw together a band, even. She looks very pretty, in that dress, and he knows how rarely she gets dressed up-- and how much he's messed up in that regard. Heat rushes to his face, but he lets it, and he slowly walks closer to the stage, as she goes on.
At it's close, he's standing right at the front, clapping gently. He looks up at Maya.]
So. [Quiet, husky, loud enough so she can hear.] Jersey Boy, huh?
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It's appropriate! And stuff!
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This is too.
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I don't know what you're talking about. Performances don't take up any space at all, except in your memory maybe.
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I love you.
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(If Marley were here, she'd probably tease him, since this is so much like Donatello's cresting months and months before, and she'd be in the first row; that thought hurts a bit, so he tries to push it aside.)
A very loud throat clearing later and he smiles nervously, at Maya, at anyone watching, at, well, yeah, and takes a step down off the stage.]
R- yeah.