{{ LET YOUR BABY FLY. (OPEN)

[THORNE ISABEL LOHRASBE]

The auditorium had always been a place where Thorne Isabel Lohrasbe could just let loose and be herself. Which was saying something, really, as she was the type of girl to keep everything bottled up inside. And it wasn't really true, now that she thought about it, that she could always be herself in the auditorium at the University of British Columbia. Only if she was there alone. That was why she'd been going there as often as possible, at times when she knew nothing was happening there. She'd go and stand on the stage and sing, her voice filling the entire theater. Or, on days when she didn't even feel like singing, she'd just sit in one of the red seats and stare blankly around the room, thinking about anything and everything that came to mind until she felt emotionally drained.

Today was one of the singing days. Carefully, Thorne climbed the little steps up onto the stage, ignoring the fact that while she wished the lights were shining on her and there was a cheering crowd of fans -- ha, as if -- she simply had to make do with fluorescent lights humming above her and an empty theater to sing for. As she reached the center of the stage, she turned towards the empty auditorium and imagined an upturned face in each and every seat. Smiles and eager eyes waiting for her to sing for them.

Her voice came to her easily, as it always had. "Mama, you taught me to do the right thing, so now it's time to let your baby fly. You've given me everything that I will need to get me through this crazy thing called life..." God, tears were already coming to her eyes, even as she was only just beginning to sing. She blinked them back as she envisioned her mother in the first row of seats, the red chair in the very center. Thorne was sure that her mother would be smiling.

"And I know you watched me grow up and only want what's best for me, and I think I've found the answer to your prayers..." Oh, she wished. Wouldn't that be nice? No, Thorne was probably never going to fall in love, not properly. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to be in love with anybody, ever. What was the point? They were only going to leave, eventually, no matter how much she wanted them to stay.

"And he is good, so good. He treats your little girl like a real man should; he is good, so good. He makes promises he keeps, he ain't ever gonna leave..." If only she could find that guy. The one who wouldn't leave. Ever. She'd be okay if she fell in love with that guy.

Very suddenly, the door to the auditorium opened. Thorne's voice died in her throat. "So don't you worry about -- oh. Hi."

tagged; anybody who's bored awesome enough
word count; a bunch...
wearing; this
graphics; made by me (lyrics: temporary home)
muse; mama's song, carrie underwood
notes; copying and pasting threads is the best...

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[SHONA DILLARDS]

Shona entered the auditorium somewhat loudly. Just as she'd expected, there would be someone waiting to greet her. Sure enough, here was Thorne. Beautiful, perfect, whatever. Well, at least that's how it seemed to Shona. Anyone that had a chance to become somebody in life was beautiful. And now, Thorne, with her beautiful voice and beautiful hair and beautiful eyes and skin and everything was staring at Shona as if she'd just ruined Thorne's greatest performance. "Hi, Thorne." Shona scuffled her feet uncomfortably, bothered by the awkward silence. Oh, what the heck, she thought. She was already here, so why shouldn't she try to make the best of it and become friends?

Shona felt a thrill of both fear and excitement flutter through her stomach. It was Thorne Lohrasbe, the one and only! Shona practically idolized Thorne. To her, Thorne was the perfect girl. She was flawless in every single way.

"I heard you singing from outside the door. You're really good," Shona said earnestly. Her mother had taught her one of life's more important lessons -- how to walk your way around a weird sitch.

"You should really try out for the talent show or something. You could crack a record deal." Shona smiled shyly and stepped forward, hoping that a new friend was waiting ahead of her. All her life, Shona had been quiet, left out. Well, not exactly left out. More like she wanted to be alone. And now that she was in the midst of a huge fight with her parents, there was no better time to meet some new people and make her life better. . if that was possible.

"Anyway, I'm Shona Dillards. You haven't heard of me before, but I've definitely heard of you." She'd have to settle for Shona being the only audience.


notes;; sorry i didn't finish earlier. modified to fit the scene! (:
word count;; the amount in this post.
tagged;; shona and thorne.
wearing;; clothes ;D

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[THORNE ISABEL LOHRASBE]

As Thorne fell silent, the door banged loudly into the wall and bounced back. The girl standing there was pretty enough, she supposed, with chocolate brown eyes to match her own and dark brown hair. And far too young to be a student here at the University of British Columbia. The girl's eyes were almost wide enough for Thorne to be able to see the whites all around the edges of the chocolate, and she looked down at her feet for a moment, as if to compose herself, before looking back up to meet Thorne's gaze. "Hi, Thorne."

Thorne could feel her lips parting in surprise. How did this girl know her name? But the girl was going on before she could say a thing. "I heard you singing from outside the door. You're really good," added the strange know-it-all. Thorne didn't respond, although on the inside she might have been blushing; but it was by no means visible. "You should really try out for the talent show or something. You could crack a record deal."

A tiny glimmer of a smile flickered across Thorne's otherwise-emotionless face, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. "They don't have talent shows at universities, hun," she said sweetly, albeit sarcastically. Anyone with working ears would be able to hear that sarcasm dripping off each and every word. Falling silent again, Thorne simply stood there in the very center of the stage and stared back at the newcomer, brown eyes meeting brown.

The other girl took a couple of steps forward, lips curling into a shy smile. Like she was expecting something good to come out of talking to Thorne Lohrasbe. Insane, right? "Anyway," she went on, "I'm Shona Dillards. You haven't heard of me before... but I've definitely heard of you."

"You've... heard of me?" asked Thorne cautiously. People knew who she was? How odd. She ran one hand through her wavy blonde hair, adjusting her sunglasses where they rested on the very top of her head. The toe of one cowboy boot scuffed the floor as she stared back at this Shona Dillards chick in confusion. "I... wasn't aware that people had heard of me..."

tagged; shona dillards
word count; three sixty six
wearing; this
graphics; made by me (lyrics: temporary home)
muse; the beach, all time low
notes; this should be fun :)

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[SHONA DILLARDS]

"Yes, I've heard of you," Shona said confusedly. What did Thorne mean? Didn't everyone know who she was? Then she stopped short. Oh. Oh. Oh. No one knew who Thorne was; the only reason Shona knew was because Thorne was her neighbor. Gosh, this was awkward. "I. . I mean. . you. . I. . ." She stammered awkwardly, immediately backtracking. Before she could make a better decision, she blurted out the words, "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt! You're my neighbor, which is why I know you. . I didn't mean to barge in on you. . I'm sorry. . I just, you're so good and. . I. . I'm sorry!" She could feel the room tense up. What would she do now? turn and run out the door in a spur-of-the-moment adrenaline rush? Bad idea. She'd already apologized. . . at least, she'd tried to, in her weak attempt to fix things. Maybe she hadn't learned how to sweet-talk her way out of a sitch after all. It definitely wasn't working.

Shona could feel the frustration welling up behind her eyes. How could she have been so stupid? Thorne wouldn't know who she was. She probably thought Shona was some kind of freaky lunatic-stalker who was obsessed with pretty girls with talent. Before she could open her big mouth again, Shona ducked into the nearby auditorium bathroom and hid in a stall, planning to fight back tears. She was such a loser!

notes;; thorne. . .follow shona into the bathroom ;D and also. . . the template layout 'tis mine (:
word--count;; two hundred and forty two
wearing;; (don't feel like posting a link, ya know (: ) blue vans, black skinny jeans, brown jacket over ocean-blue thermal.
tagged;; still thorne ;D

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[THORNE ISABEL LOHRASBE]

"Yes, I've heard of you..." The way the younger girl said it, it was as though she thought Thorne was insane for not knowing why she knew her name. Like Thorne was stupid. And then the girl's eyes were widening, widening, widening until they were larger than she had ever thought eyes could get. "I... I mean... you... I..." Oh, God. She was at a loss for words, and just when she might have been getting somewhere --

"Sorrysorry!" The other girl's words blurred together as she spurted out apologies like a tap that had been turned too far to get it back. "I didn't mean to interrupt. You're my neighbour, which is why I know you." Thorne could feel her eyebrows pulling themselves closer together in the slightest of frowns. Neighbours? She'd never really talked to her neighbours, far too busy keeping to herself for the past ten years.

She wondered if her father or Carter had ever talked to this girl and her family -- if this girl knew Carter, what she thought of her, and what Carter thought in return. Or maybe, like Thorne herself, the rest of her disaster of a family had forgotten about the existence of other people, too. "I didn't mean to barge in on you," her apparent neighbour continued awkwardly. "I'msorry. I just, you're so good, and I... I'msorry!" Every separate apology seemed to have some requirement that she sped up her words there.

And now, before Thorne could even open her mouth to reply, to apologize for not knowing who she was or that she existed or that she even had neighbours, the girl was pushing open a nearby door and disappearing into the bathroom. It was so awkward, the way Thorne shuffled to the edge of the stage and down the steps to ground level, and then paused outside the bathroom door to make an important decision: whether she would follow her maybe-neighbour or not.

Before she could stop herself, she reached out and opened the door, peeking into the little bathroom. Two stalls, one sink, one little mirror that was far cleaner and shinier than she had expected. The tile floor wasn't even all that dirty, something that Thorne was surprised at; a bathroom this tiny shouldn't even get the attention of the janitors in a university this big, although she was glad that it did.

She could see her maybe-neighbour's shoes under one of the stall doors. With a nearly inaudible sigh, Thorne stepped fully into the bathroom and let the door fall shut behind her with a click. "You don't have to be sorry," she said, her voice echoing off the tile floors, the too-shiny mirror, the bathroom stall doors. "It's not like I own the auditorium or anything, right?"

tagged; shona dillards
word count; too lazy to count
wearing; this
graphics; made by me (lyrics: temporary home)
muse; dear john, taylor swift
notes; oh, shona :P

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