Got it Right This Time

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau frowned as he worked his guitar, hearing a few bum notes. He adjusted the frets, tightening and tuning, giving the instrument occasional strums to make sure that everything sounded more or less alright. He'd thought the thing had already been turned before. He just wanted to get a few more of these songs worked out. He grunted in frustration, eventually tapping his hand impatiently on the guitar a few times, as if he could somehow work the tune out through physical abuse. Oddly enough, that almost seemed to work. Beau was as confused as anyone, blinking and staring for a few moments. He eventually shrugged, strumming the guitar and working out a tune.

"We're the best of friends and we share our secrets
She knows everything that is on my mind, ohh
Lately somethin's changed as I lie awake in my bed
A voice here inside my head softly says..."

Beau trailed off for a moment. The song wasn't technically in his wheelhouse, as it wasn't a country song, at least not strictly speaking. Beau put his twist on it, countrifying it to some degree. Helped that it was an older pop song and that worked pretty well for him. He didn't want to think about why his mind was on that though. He groaned, rubbing at his face for a few moments. He just needed to play something fun:

"Rolling down the road
Going no where, guitar packed in the trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 112
Papa started humming the funk
I gotta Jones in my bones
Before I know, we be singing this melody
Stop the car, pull out the guitar
Halfway to New Orleans"

And he was playing and slapping the guitar, letting his New Orleans accent drag through each and every word, enjoying the "swamp pop" tune that was one of his old standbys. He played it with ease too, his familiarity quite obvious, as was his enjoyment, as he started thumping his foot against the stool he'd perched on while he played. His voice echoed nicely off the walls of the music room, as did the strumming guitar. As always, Beau had left a door propped open. He'd gotten buzzed for that before, but that didn't stop him. Might as well share, after all.

[Skylar Blue]

Skylar groaned as she walked down the hallway, "Why is class soo boring??" she wanted to call it completely pointless aswell, but she knew that if it was pointless, she wouldn't have to go to it. For now he had to settle with calling it extremely boring. She had managed to escape class by telling the teacher she wasn't feeling well, and that there was a chance she was going to spill her stomach. The teacher let her on her way without any further questions. Thank goodness the teacher couldn't read her mind, she would have never been let out then. She drew herself back to the real world from her thoughts and looked around, The music halls, eh? she almost kept walking but her heard someone start to sing, it was if they were a Siren, she found herself being drawn to the voice.

She stopped, out of view next to the open door. She leaned against the wall, unfortunately they had stopped singing already. She frowned and started to turn to go in but they started singing again. She resumed her position against the wall, she decided she would go in after he was done with his song. One, because she didn't want to be rude. Two, because she loved to listen to this person sing. She found herself doing a mini kind of dance, if you will. She had started to slight sway side to side, silently singing along. Skylar wasn't much of a singer, or at least she didn't sing in front of others. He finally finished her song and she turned into the doorway slowly clapping. She put on her best smile, "Bravo, bravo." she said with a bit of a laugh. "Sorry if I startled you," she paused, looked back into the hall and then pointed her thumb in the hall's direction, "I was just walking by and well, I heard you singing and I couldn't seem to walk away. You're really good."

Skylar took this moment to look around the room, then at the man that had been playing the guitar and singing. He's pretty handsome. she thought other self as she looked him over. She had a tendency to look people over, mostly becuase her powers made it a sort of natural instinct to. She didn't mind it though, it definitely had its own share of benifits. She smiled again, "Sorry if I interrupted something..." she said somewhat nervously, holding back the 'Do you think I could hang out here for a bit?'. She figured asking something like that might be kind of awkward, especially since she didn't even have a name yet. Oh! That reminded her! She cleared her throat as she looked around some more, she returned her gaze to the guitarist, "I uh, oh boy..." She laughed at how ridiculous she was being, "Hello there, my name is Skylar."

[Beau LaRoux]

{I am so sorry; this thread got lost in my shuffle somehow! You know I don't usually forget posts. So sorry about that. I'm not abandoning it or anything though unless you want to}

Beau didn't immediately notice that someone had entered the room; he often didn't when he got this into the music. He just kept going, letting the familiar tune carry his mind back home for a short visit. He practically jumped when he heard the clapping, turning to look at the girl who did it. Tall, lanky, blonde, and not someone that Beau immediately recognized. It was this last that especially surprised him, and he found himself blinking a few times, not quite believing it. He ended up chuckling soon enough though, as she gave him a few bravos. An apology soon followed, but Beau waved it off. "Ain't got nothin' to apologize for. I'm the one that left the door open."

Beau paused while the girl looked around, figuring that she didn't need anything else to distract her, not that there was anything in the room that was particularly outstanding. It looked like what it was: a standard music room, posters and acoustic absorbing padding and all. Beau soon found himself waving off another apology. "Ain't got nothin' to worry about," he assured her. He adjusted his position, sliding the guitar into a more comfortable position, all the while keeping his attention focused on the girl.

She worked her way through an introduction, and Beau felt a friendly smile creeping onto his face. He recognized this, more or less, and he nodded. "Name's Beau, an' you can jus' relax. I ain't gonna go attackin' ya, an' you weren't interruptin' anythin' important. Jus' me playin' an' thinkin' is all," Beau shrugged. He often played while he thought, the regular motions helping keep his mind focused. He was tempted to throw that out too, do what he could to make her comfortable. instead, he decided he could manage the same with a question: "Like what you heard? I'm guessin' you heard more o' that second tune than the first," at least Beau certainly hoped that was the case. "It's one of the ones from home, ain't real popular outside of there," Beau shrugged. He loved it, and he wasn't going to apologize for it. If anything, he thoroughly enjoyed exposing more people to that unique, swampy sort of sound.

[Skylar Blue]

['Don't worry, be happy now!' Plus life had kind of swamped me with stuff so things worked out. ^-^]

Skylar smiled and nodded as he told her it was ok, and that it was his fault he left the door open. Something about his accent just made her happy, very unique and very welcoming. She apologized once more, even though he had said it was ok, it was more directed towards herself though. She was disappointed that he stopped playing. He quickly reassured her that it was ok. She returned her gaze to the guitarist as he spoke his own name, "Beau..." she said quietly, as if saying the name would tell her who this person was. It was a wonderful name, she soon began to laugh when he told her to relax; that he wouldn't attack her. She rubbed her shoulder, she didn't remember when she had gotten to tense, this person clearly didn't seem like a threat. She pulled over a chair and sat down nearby, listening to him talk about the songs he had sang.

"Well, I could only fairly hear your voice during the first song,unfortunately you had stopped with that one by the time I showed up, but besides that, the second one was amazing." She smiled as she began to wonder if se could sing well, she had never done it in front if others or even loudly. Most of the times it was quietly to herself while she walked through the forest or while she was in the shower or something. "The ones from home are the best though." Skylar felt like this was true but she herself didn't believe it, she never really had one place to call home, and besides that she really dust care for her parents at the moment. "Say, if ya don't mind me asking, where are ya from?" she asked curiously, she wondered if she had lived there at one point of time.

She finally looked at the guitar, closely. "That's a nice guitar you got there." she said as she gestures to the guitar he was holding. She didn't know a whole lot about intranets but she knew the basics, vocals were more her thing then the rest. She noticed there wasn't much else besides equipment for guitar in the room so she figured that, and singing were the only things he did, "You play often? Like, ever outside of a classroom?" She wondered mainly if he did performances, but did her best to avoid asking the direct question, with one that was more vaugue; typical Skykar. For some random reason, the boy's name popped into her name again. She quickly shrugged it off and went back to focusing her attention on the person speaking before her, because of course that was common courtesy...

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau nodded as she repeated his name, wanting to help confirm it for her. He knew that some people thought it was weird, more like something you named a dog than something a normal person was named, so he often found himself nodding as people repeated it. The nod turned into a smile as Skylar continued, explaining that she hadn't heard him as much on the first but had definitely heard him for the second. Her compliment on the song and the statement had Beau grinning all the wider.

"They usually are. Helps if you put yourself an' what you're feelin' in there as well," though Beau had felt less homesick and more... distracted when he'd been singing, hence his first choice of musical number. He shifted again, nodding at her question. "Louisiana, hence why I got this charmin' accent. Swamp rat an' all," though Beau did put on the accent a little thicker even than most from his home state. His whole family did as part of their performance, so most of the kids had grown up dragging their words through the Southern drawl every time they opened their mouths.

Attention shifted off Beau and onto his instrument, and he shifted to allow her a better look. "This thing? It's a beat up old one, but it sounds sweet, don't it? Was one o' my Dad's old ones an' he handed it down when I started gettin' serious 'bout this whole music thing." He nodded, then looked up, smiling. "So I guess that answers yer next question some, right? I've been playin' outside of the classroom for as long as I could. Started out of one an' I'll probably end outta one," he winked and moved his hands to coax another rhythm, opting for something a little wordless, but still jazzy. "I even make some money doin' it; probly gonna make it my livin' when I'm done with schoolin'," which he figured would still be a while. His parents had made him promise to get a college education before throwing himself into his career, despite his talent and drive. He looked up at her. "You a music fan? Or are you thinkin' of pickin' up an instrument an' givin' it a few strums," he grinned, "already got a usual duet partner, but I'm always willin' to listen to some new talent."

[Skylar Blue]

Skylar chuckled as she thought about her own few times when she was really feeling a song out in the woods, oh how embarrassed she'd be if someone had indeed heard her singing. She shuddered at the thought of someone listening in on her singing, it wasn't the fact that it would be pretty creepy, but she was extremely shy about doing it in public. She nodded with interest as he told her where he was from, "Oh yeah? Never been there before, what's it like?" She frowned when he said 'Swamp rat,' then quickly smiled and she let out a quick laugh, "More like Swamp..." she paused biting her bottom lip, trying to come up with something that was really pretty in a swamp. She frowned when nothing came to mind, "Well, whatever is good looking in a swamp." she said with a laugh. She already liked Beau, not in the way of boyfriend or anything, not that she knew of at least, she found herself relaxing just talking with Beau, she couldn't remember what  made her tense or worried in the first place, probably just nerves of meeting someone new.

She looked over the instrument with fascination, it indeed was fairly old, or at least it looked like it. "It's remarkable,  that's really neat that your father would give you something like that." She for one, would have trashed the thing if she was into guitars and her father gave her that. It was a nice piece, but she couldn't stand having something from her parents, they had lied to her, in more ways than one. A lie that she couldn't yet find it in herself to forgive said lie, all of which was probably a story for another time. She didn't want to share the story, especially with someone she had just met that seemed to happy, in fear that it would make them sad, her upset, and might even just scare the person off. She pushed those dark thoughts to the side for now, doing her best to just completely get rid of their existence.

Beau quickly moved on the her second question, she kind of felt a little bad about bombarding him with all these questions, but if it bothered him, he didn't show it, and he also answered all of them. She had nodded when he, more or less, asked if it answered some of her question, he still continued on to explain more in detail though. "That's really exciting, if you're ever out preforming, I'd be more than happy to come and support you." she said with a smile, and cause that's what friends did, they supported each other. She chuckled when he basically told her what he planned to do over his next few years, she had no idea when she wanted to do anymore, she had once thought about going into a singing career but quickly shot that idea down due to her major stage fright. "That's neat that you know what you want to do, I on the other hand, am a mess in that category." she said honestly, she figured he'd probably same the same thing she usually got when she said that, it usually went something like, 'It's ok! I didn't know for a long time either, you still have a long ways to go.' 

Skylar smiled and nodded, "I guess you could say that, I don't really play instruments. I like to sing, though not in front of people." Her face lit up a light red when he said he was always up for listening to new talent. Was he asking her to sing? She couldn't tell, Would she sing if he asked? Probably not, not yet at least, as much as she liked Beau, he was still a new face to her. "As much as I'd love to sing for you, I uh... well... I don't do singing in front of others, sorry." she said nervously, scratching the back of her head. She figured if anyone, he would probably be the first to she'd willingly sing in front of, but even then, without the right amount of pushing would take a long while. She sighed as she found a seat around the room and pulled it up next to Beau, she scrunched up her nose before continuing, "I sort of have a tiny bit of stage fright..." Of course, she was going easy on herself, her stage fright problem was anything but tiny.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau chuckled at Skylar's compliment. "Probly gonna want to mention a flower or a bird if you're lookin' for something pretty. Though the girls from the swamp sometimes turn out right pretty too; almost woulda thought you were one if you had the same drawl," which would've been a little odd, considering that Beau's was at least partly because of the whole performance thing. People liked to hear country singers with Southern accents after all. He did take the compliment in stride though, same with the comment about her father and the gift, which got a nod. "Happens in our family; music an' hand-me-downs all the way.'

Which was certainly true, and just thinking about home got Beau's fingers to return to the strings, plucking absently at them, forming something that probably counted as a tune but wasn't yet a song. The pretty blonde continued though, insisting that she was a mess, a mess with stage fright no less. Beau looked up at her as she continued, that warm smile still plastered onto his face. Don't really play instruments, ain't comfortable singing in front of people.

"Ain't nobody pressurin' you to do anythin' you don't wanna. But they got a sayin' back where I come from, well, actually, I think it's downright biblical. Says that if you've got a light, you should let it shine, 'stead of hidin' it under a bushel or something,' Beau tapped his guitar. "'course, that don't mean that your light has to come from singin' or something. Girl as pretty as you got plenty of options, an' you seem pretty sweet too, an' everyone's lookin' for a little sweet to put on top of their honey," it was horrible, but Beau knew that, winking at Skylar and strumming. "So what do you do, if you ain't big into singin' an' playin'? If you don't mind my askin', that is."

[Skylar Blue]

Skylar nodded, tapped her chin, and smiled while she considered the two options. While flowers were lovely, birds seemed pretty majestic, actually, much more majestic. "Sounds good to me; You're more like a Swamp Bird." The sound of that made Skylar laugh. A swamp bird? Wtf? She shrugged the thought away, true is sounded much better in her head than out loud, but hey, couldn't take it back now. She simply shrugged and smiled when he said she looked like she was from the same area, she felt her cheeks grow warm, How sweet, he called me pretty. Whether she liked him that way or not, it was a really kind gesture, one she didn't receive much actually. "Yeah... my mom liked to sing... She mumbled the second part, she didn't like to think about why she started to enjoy singing.

Skylar felt bad about rambling on about herself, somehow people always seemed to do this, or at least that's what it felt like to her. She didn't mind talking about herself, well, as long as it wasn't about her parents, but she always seemed to start to feel bad. Yet, despite her poor feelings at this point of her ramble, she kept going. She began to wonder if it would ever stop, how much would he end up finding out about her and her past? She hoped it would stop, and luckily it eventually did. All he basically had found out about what she liked musically.

Skylar nodded as she thought over his words, he did have a point, "Hmm, yeah, I supposed you have a point..." she thought about just singing along to some tune he played. She frowned at the thought and decided she'd tell him that she'd think about it, but thankfully he continued to talk and then proceed to ask about what else she did. What did she do? She slept often, very often... she frowned at how boring her life actually was. "Well uh, I sleep?" she said with a laugh, she figured she'd explain her powers now because that was pretty much why she was so 'lazy', at least that's what she used to justify it, it wasn't like it was a bad thing to do; sleep. "I uh, well, I guess I sleep so much because of my powers, I can shift into a leopard... so cats, sleeping..." she said as she moved her hands up and down in opposite directions as if wieghing the two. "What about you? Do you do anything else? Like, besides playing breathtaking music and singing?" she said, her cheeks a lovely pink now. She found herself absentmindedly swaying to the strumming of Beau on his guitar, is had to be some sort of sin to play that well, right?

[Beau LaRoux]

Swamp bird? That description had Beau chuckling, though he didn't slow his playing in the slightest. That was something of a slang term he'd heard back home, but he didn't see any point in pointing that out to Skylar. She'd meant it as a compliment, so he'd take it as such. She did seem a little uncomfortable talking about herself though, which struck Beau as being a mite strange. Most girls he met certainly didn't have many reservations about chatting about what they liked and such, assuming they could get over giggles or whatever that sometimes happened around Beau (he liked to think it was involuntary, but he didn't want to delve too deep into the thoughts).

Of course Beau had a point: was all that swamp wisdom bubbling to the surface. At the admission of sleeping, Beau chuckled. He was soon nodding as she suggested it might have something to do with her power. "Seems like that happens to people from time to time: their powers takin' over an' all that," he said, meeting her eyes. His fingers darted quickly to up the tempo of the playing, figuring that a little more joyous strumming would help jerk them out of the potential gloom that could come from such a discussion. Skylar barely offered anything else before bouncing the question back to Beau. Ever teh gentleman, Beau responded:

"Like to spend some time outdoors," he said, nodding. "Go huntin' an' all that kinda stuff. I'm on the football team, well, I was, so I did alright there. So I'm a little interested in those kinda sports. Play some video games now an' then, but it ain't really my thing; jus' somethin' a lot of my friends like to do," Beau shrugged. He often did things just to hang out with people, often female people. He rose his brows, looking over at Skylar again. "You really do nothin' but sleep? That's gotta be a dull life. You should get a hobby. Dancin' maybe; you got the legs for it," why yes, that was another compliment/flirt wrapped up nice and sweet; that happened with Beau. A lot.

[Skylar Blue]

Skylar was definitely not like most of the 'normal' meta girls. Unlike most of them, she greatly disliked talking about herself, or her past. Mostly due to it (her past) being very, well, it left her with a sour taste in her mouth, one that she'd prefer not to taste if possible. Most people didn't seem to mind though, although sometimes it did end in quite a few awkward silences, but by now she had gotten used to those and spent most of those silences either looking the person over, or checking out her surroundings. Sometimes though, once you got past all that unfortunate history, she seemed to be more open to talking about herself, for once you new about her past, you were a good friend of hers, and she didn't exactly feel reserved about herself around her close friends.



She nodded as he spoke of how peoples powers seemed to affect ones' habits. She felt bad about not really opening up much, and while she did have quite a few other things she liked to do, she failed to share them. She did her best to remind herself that this person infront of her, Beau, was not a bad person. Hell, Beau seemed like a great person to just hang out with, one that would make an amazing friend. Unfortunately, she had missed her chance to share more, open up to this boy. Beau spoke about his own habits, and she actually had quite a bit in common, though she figured her version of hunting and his would be pretty different, who knew, maybe he was a shifter like herself.



She felt a wave of relief as her second chance came around to make a close friend, she chuckled as Beau told her she should be a dancer. While she had never tried it, it wouldn't hurt to try something new. "Well uh, sorry, I kind of lied. I don't really like to open up to new people often..." she said honestly. Nevertheless, she grinned as she sat up a bit straighter, Friend. she thought, over and over to herself. "But! Besides that, I too enjoy the outdoors and hunting, although your hunting and mine are more than likely different, similar objectives, right? Right. she thought reassuringly to herself. Then she shrugged, "Hmm, dancing? Maybe..." She smirked, "You should try that out as well, we could be like, dancing partners or something." She chuckled at the thought, that would be pretty comical, for both of them if they did decide to go down that road of hobbies. She tapped her chin a few times, thinking of some more, unique hobbies or just other things she liked to do, "I don't really do sports, but I enjoy running. Usually at nights or early in the morning, right before the sun comes up."



There were many reasons she enjoyed these times in particular, not only she she often watch the sunrise while she cooled off, but she enjoyed the darker times of day. She had a thing for the day when it was darker out. While she did venture out and about during the day, she didn't enjoy it as much, almost always hiding her eyes behind one of her thousand pairs of sunglasses. Maybe that was a thing... collecting sunglasses... she thought amusingly, she didn't really collect them, nor did she have a thousand pairs, but she always had a pair with her during the day, always. She enjoyed the quick tempo of the song Beau was playing, it did a great job at distracting her from nervous thoughts, which was always a plus. She found herself almost lost in the tune, music was a great way for her to escape her troubles, she began to absentmindedly hum a random tune that seemed to go along with the notes of the guitar. She she knew she was humming as she glanced around the room and often times found her eyes falling on Beau's, she would probably be really embarrassed, stage fright and all.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau nodded as Skylar admitted to not opening up often to strangers. He could understand wanting to be guarded, especially given what they were. Sometimes people weren't quite as accepting, though he liked to think the best of them while he could. Usually paid off for the charming country boy, and it appeared to be doing so now. Enjoyed hunting and stuff; that struck Beau as slightly odd. Didn't meet many girls that listed hunting under their main hobbies. When she mentioned that she did it slightly different though, Beau thought he had a better understanding. He'd met some people that hunted and the like using their powers, after all. "Ain't tried huntin' with somethin' like that," he said, shrugging. "Mostly like usin' bow an' gun sometimes. Got a few friends that prefer to do it the more natural way. 'course I can't keep up with them," he favored Skylar with a smile at that, his eyes twinkling.

Soon he was chuckling at the idea of the two of them being dancing partner. "Might jus' take you up on that sometime," he drawled. He let his fingers pluck a few higher pitched notes, his grin turning a mite mischievous. He'd noticed her humming along, trying to go with it. So he altered his tune a little, kicking the temp up a bit and moving into some more familiar tunes for him, which meant that his fingers plucked a tune all the sweeter out of the instrument.

"Most musicians say the biggest  compliment they can get is when someone sings or dances along," said Beau, looking up at her, "either that or complete silence, which jus' kinda shows how messed up musicians are. But hey, it usually ain't something you really choose so much as somethin' that chooses you," he offered another wink, plucking a little faster, tapping his foot against the stool, letting the music wash over him for a few minutes.

[Skylar Blue]

Skylar chuckled as he confirmed her suspicions; his version of hunting was much different than hers. Although she had never hunted with guns or with a bow, she had seen people do it…or at least knew people that did hunting that way. What surprised her most though was the fact that Beau didn’t question that she liked to hunt, especially the way she hunted. Judging by his response, she figured he understood that once again, her enjoyment of hunting was due to her shifting capabilities. She nodded a bit as she wished Beau could experience hunting like her, though she wished lots of her friends could experience it that way, she knew that they would probably never get to. After all, it’s not like one could change their powers at will… That would probably be one of the coolest powers she had ever seen; imagine, a person that could pick whatever power one wished, and be able to use it. That certainly would come in handy, very often too. she thought to herself. Then he smiled… she felt herself practically melt, Maybe that’s his power… she thought to herself, chuckling a bit.

Skylar threw her a surprised look, laughing in disbelief, ”Wa-wa-wait,” she said as she put her hands up, pausing, ”Really?” She had originally meant it as a total joke, but hey, if Beau was serious, she definitely wouldn’t mind trying something new out. She always enjoyed just going with the flow, and right now, it seemed to be taking her towards participating in some dance classes, but only if Beau was really serious. She shook her head laughing a bit, ”No matter, if you’re serious, I’m all for it.” Once more, she tried to picture herself dancing elegantly around a room, to her. The image was totally embarrassing and insane, but if Beau was serious, she couldn’t just ditch him, that’s definitely not what friends did.

The music sounded so wonderful…she could have possibly sat there all day if he continued to play and sit there all day. She probably would have, and been fairly comfortable doing so, all up until he had to go and mention her humming. She suddenly stopped as she felt her face flare red; she opened her mouth to say something but the words seemed to catch in the back of her throat, ”I-I uh- well…” He seemed to take it as a compliment though, which did seem to help just a sliver. Her face went even redder as she thought about what he said, she had sung along, ish, and now she was silent. Did he notice it the same way she had? She had no idea, she just knew that now, she was really embarrassed. ”Uh-huh…” she said, practically stuttering, she was still at a loss for words, ”You’re very talented..” It might have not been much, but it was the best she could muster right now. She sat there, embarrassed, unsure of what to do or say, she did begin to feel herself slowly getting lost in the music again, though. This was something that was easy to do, music helped her through a lot in her life, now it seemed to be doing it again.

[Beau LaRoux]

"I did say might; we'd still have to be some place that has dancin'," Beau pointed out. He did know that the schools had dances from time to time, and he also knew that prom loomed before them. He already had someone in mind to take, but he didn't think she'd object overmuch if he danced a round or two with someone else. He knew full well that he'd have to be sharing her, and it wasn't like dancing with someone was going to change any of that.

Struck him as a little odd that this girl seemed so nervous. Kept stammering and stuttering and looking like he'd just suggested they head out back and fool around a little. Beau watched as Skylar sputtered out some more responses, finally landing on "you're very talented.' Beau's brows raised at that, and he had to suppress a chuckle. That suppression meant that it came bubbling up as a smile, but he was perfectly fine by that. He had a nice smile, after all.

"You ain't gotta look so worried 'round me," he said, waving it off. "Ain't like we're all that different or somethin', 'cept for the parts that God gave us. So I guess that does make us totally different," he raised his brows and shrugged a little, before smiling again. "But I'm a mutant jus' like you are, an' we're gonna be stuck 'round here for a while yet. So there ain't no reason to get all worked up or nothin'. I jus' play guitar an' sing a little," he shrugged then demonstrated that skill, playing out a tune, humming along with the notes his fingers pulled from the instrument, his voice sounding pleasant even with just that.

[Skylar Blue]

Skylar chuckled once more at the thought of dancing around, she never fancied dancing, but then again it was never too late to try something new out. She knew of a few dances that the school held, one of which was prom and that was something she wasn’t going to miss during her last year at the academy, though it would probably not be with anyone more than a friend at least. On any normal day, she definitely wasn’t a dancer, but a lot could happen on ones’ life so the possibility of becoming a dancer or something (now that it was mentioned) was quite real.

Skylar frowned as she rubbed her face, convincing herself that she just had a long day, even if she did decide to cut her classes a bit short. She currently had a lot going on, lots of those internal problems revolving around her powers. In reality though, she couldn’t believe what a fool she was making of herself. Why did this always seem to happen are good-looking males? Even if she had no intentions of anything more than becoming friends? She relaxed a little as he smiled though, at least through all that, well, whatever that was, she had managed to do something right.

The blonde let out a sigh, she dun goofed. She quietly took a deep breath and smiled, chuckling at Beau’s comments about being different. ”Sorry,” she said scratching at the bac of her head as she looked at the guitar, ”I’m not worried, in fact, quite the opposite.” She smirked as she looked at him and shrugged a bit, ”I sometimes get caught up in listening to music without noticing it,” she paused as she scrunched her nose up as she moved her head side to side as if debating something, she held up her hand, and pinched two fingers together, ”And I get a tad bit self-conscious when other people hear me do anything that has to do with singing, humming, or playing music.” she stated honestly, the best way to make friends was through honesty. Of course, she was being extremely kind to herself when she said she only got a tab bit nervous, thought she was sure Beau probably figured that out after her reaction to him pointing out her humming moments earlier.

She chuckled at herself mostly, then spoke some more, ”Well that and you’re pretty cute.” Again, all she had in mind was honestly. She had no real intentions besides finding a friend that she could openly share her love for music with. She wasn't afraid to say that she meant nothing too serious about it too, that is if Beau said something about it being more than a friendly remark.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau shrugged: "We all get caught up in somethin' from time to time. Ain't no reason to be ashamed of it or nothin'. Less you get caught starin' at somebody, then you gotta be polite an' all," this last was said with a light, teasing tone. Beau had certainly gotten into his share of trouble staring at girls in the past; he'd narrowly escaped a boyfriend or two (and a girlfriend once, which had been well and truly awkward). He tapped his guitar a few more times, nodding as Skylar reiterated her musical worries. He was tempted to point out that he'd already said he'd be fine with however she reacted, except he figured she already knew that, and repeating it would just further hammer home a point she already knew all too well, which would just make things more awkward for everybody all the way around.

The cute comment had him grinning though; couldn't help it. "shame that you didn't say that a year or two ago, seein' as you're quite the looker yourself. Definitely feel jealous of whatever guy you let on your arm," Beau sighed, then rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, "but I'm all twiter-pated over another blonde, so I guess it'll just have to be a shoulda been,' he lowered his eyes and met Skylar's, grinning, "don't mean we can't enjoy ourselves from time to time. I'd offer to go huntin' or somethin', but I ain't really kept up with it since I moved up here. Wouldn't want to slow you down."

And truthfully, Beau wasn't that big of a hunter. the thought of killing something always made him feel a little uncomfortable. But it was what you did where he was from, so he did it. Now muddin'... there was something he could still get into.