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Post by Paris Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 1:08:57 GMT 10
[When: After 'Mornings', before 'Normal']
Cassidy, Kendra, and David were hanging out, waiting in front of P3, when Paris showed up. Since she was the one with the keys, that was pretty much all they could do, but Paris knew they didn't mind.
The last days of summer were upon them and even Paris was starting to feel it, wanted to take the time to bask in the sunlight and try to hold on to this time, but if they were ever going to be successful they really needed to pratice.
"Hey guys, come on," she told them, unlocking the door to P3 and ushering them all inside. Everyone got busy after that, setting up equipment, making sure the sound system was working right... so there really wasn't much time to talk.
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Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 1:53:01 GMT 10
Wyatt appeared around a block away from P3 so no one could on the outside could see him display supernatural powers. After the morning rush at the manor Wyatt orbed around San Francisco and of course no one saw him doing so it wasn't till he checked his watch he noticed that it was three and needed to be back at P3. Turning into another street he saw P3 up a head and smiled, he took his time getting there though it wasn't long before Wyatt stretched out his hand to grasp the door handle of the club. He opened the door and walked in. Wyatt closed the door shortly afterwards. He spotted Paris and the others working quietly setting up the equipment. "Hey Paris hope I'm not too early need any help?" Wyatt asked as he walked down the steps that led into the club he jumped the last step.
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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 2:48:29 GMT 10
((Who owns P3 now?))
Prudence went round to P3 looking for everyone, no one had been at home and all of her friends were still away on holiday so she had only her family to hang around with. She loved P3 anyway, it had been her Mom's club and was still just as popular and Prudence loved that she could come here because she was the original owners daughter. Sometimes she was sent home early because she was younger but other times she got to stay and hang with the bands. "Hi guys." she smiled, bounding in.
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Post by Chris Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 3:01:43 GMT 10
(Duno :S still Moms i think ) Chris walked to P3 seeing as he econed he needed the excersize. He had forgotten all about the fact he was realy lazy. He got into P3 realy exzausted and weazing he said "Hey" to everyone, Got himself a drinkaa nd sat down in a chair to catch his breath back.
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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 3:06:19 GMT 10
"There are easier ways to get here." Smiled Prudence, hinting at hers, Wyatt's and Chris' extra abilities, "there's no one else here. OK Paris' friends but thats what toilets were made for, as well as the usual stuff." She giggled
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Post by Paris Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 3:14:35 GMT 10
Paris looked up when Wyatt entered the club and smiled to see him. "Sure!" she said, and then pointed up to the catwalk where the lighting for the stage was set. "Do you think you could go up there for me and take off the gels? Somebody must've forgot to," she asked him, knowing that as much time as he spent on top of the Golden Gate Bridge, heights weren't really an issue for her cousin. Paris herself was a firm believer in the old terra firma and she'd been putting off going up there by fiddling with her amplifier.
Not a moment later, Pru and Chris showed up. She smiled at them as well, chuckling at Chris' out of breath wheezing, and waved.
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Post by Chris Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 3:15:04 GMT 10
Chris looked at Prude as if to say shut up and said "Yeah but look Ive got a giant gut i need to burn some of it off" He looked down at his stomach. When Chris wasn't fighting Evil or doing school work he would be on some game or eating junk food. It was his way to pass the boredom. He never had anything to do fr some reason.
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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 3:18:56 GMT 10
"I merely meant the bus or a cab." She smiled as if to say I-know-what-I'm-saying, "But I won't deny the gut thing." she laughed and patted it jokily, "Paris can I have a Pepsi please?" She asked, she knew the answer would be yes but she always asked anyway, pretending to be some form of regular or another. Today she was pretending to be the shy daughter of one of the bands.
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Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Mar 30, 2008 3:40:04 GMT 10
"Sure not a problem Paris." Wyatt replied. Heights didn't bother Wyatt at all he spent most of his time standing or sitting around the golden gate bridge talking to the Elders or when his farther had time and couldn't orb to the house Wyatt talked to him there. Wyatt was half way up the ladder when his brother and sister walked into the club he waved at them though turned his attention in climbing he didn't want to fall down. He reached out and took down the gels that Paris had asked him to do and was down in time to see Prudence asking for a Pepsi. "Here you go Paris where can I put these?" Wyatt asked showing Paris the gels he looked over to Chris and Prudence. "Hey Chris, Prudence." Wyatt added in happily.
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Post by Paris Halliwell on Mar 31, 2008 1:49:41 GMT 10
"Sure, Pru, there are some sodas on ice behind the bar. Help yourself. Oh, thanks Wyatt! Um, I think there's a box of them in the storage room... " Paris said, looking up from where she was checking to make sure the wires were untangled and securely taped to the floor. Now that the gels were off she could see what she was doing much better.
"Dave? How're you doing on the sound board? Are we set?" she asked, standing up and wiping her hands off on the side of her jeans. They were a knock off of the old style made in the early 1990s, although the chemical process used then was much more enviromentally friendly now, that were currently back in fashion. Not only fashionable but comfy and functional as well, Paris thought happily.
Paris liked old things. In fact, a lot of the covers her band did were songs at least a decade or two old, but of course with an updated sound. They'd probably start with an old Rihanna song then really get the sound pumping with something by Nelly Furtado. Paris didn't quite have the voice for Nelly but she thought their version was a really cool alternative.
Looking around at her family, her friends, her bandmates... each person here fell into at least two of those categories, Paris smiled and thought about the song she'd been working on. Was it ready enough for her to unveil it? Well, she'd see how practice went. If it felt right then she'd do it. "Kendra, would you please stop fooling around with that? We've got to be done before the club opens tonight... Come on, guys!" she said, trying to get them to hurry with the few last minute tasks they were doing at the moment. She strapped on her guitar, plugged it into the amp, and then headed over to adjust the microphone height, hoping to inspire her bandmates into getting ready themselves. Sure, Paris knew she was a bit of a taskmaster, but didn't the band leader have to be?
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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Mar 31, 2008 16:57:53 GMT 10
Prudence hoped off her stool and went to get herself a soda and drank some if it striaght away before putting it into a glass. She put in some ice and went and sat back on her stool. Prudence smiled as she saw her cousin strap on her guitar, she loved hearing Paris' songs, although she did mind when they turned into a spell, which had happened a few times. But most of the time her cousins songs were beautiful and she loved listening to them.
"Go Paris, Go Paris." she shouted
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Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Mar 31, 2008 18:24:15 GMT 10
"Not a problem Paris I'll be back in a second." Wyatt explained ash he walked to where the storage room was located within P3. It didn't take him long before Wyatt had found the storage room, it was rather a small room with bits and pieces of odd objects or things that happened to break or other things. Wyatt found the box that contained gels and placed the ones he took down inside the box with the others. Hearing a noise Wyatt quickly turned around but didn't see anything behind him, thinking supernatural Wyatt prepared for the worst but a rat ran pass him and through his legs. Wyatt breathed easily and returned to everyone else and laughed. "We have rats in the storage room." Wyatt laughed. From his pocket Wyatt took out a video camera so he could film Paris's show. Wyatt always filmed Paris's show so they could view it latter. "Break a leg Paris." Wyatt teased.
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Post by Paris Halliwell on Apr 1, 2008 2:50:56 GMT 10
Paris smiled and rolled her eyes at her cousins antics. They were all so supportive of her, it was great, but sometimes she got just a little embarrassed by their enthusiasm. Idly fingering her guitar strings, Paris suddenly started to strum the opening lick of the old Aerosmith song "Girls of Summer" instead of the Rihanna song she'd half planned on.
She half turned to look over her shoulder at Kendra, on the drums, and nodded her in. Since it was one of Kendra's favorite of their songs, she picked it right up with a grin, banging in the opening beat as Paris repeated the opening lick. David just shook his head and cued up his board.
"When winter hush turns summer pink, in half the time it takes to blink..." Paris sung into the mic in front of her, trusting that Cassidy will jump in on her own time. "Well, it all depends on what you think, about the girls of summer..."
"When all you think of, all day long, is a pretty face inside a song. With a thought like that, you can't go wrong, about the girls of summer..." Paris sang, thinking about her Muse, who she'd gotten a chance to meet last summer. Even though this was a cover song, she thought her muse might have something to do with the alterations she'd made to the song. The woman had definitely loved to rock out.
"Oh, some girls, we're all about it. Some girls we love to let it fly. Some girls can't live without it. Some girls, oh, we're born to make you cry..." Paris sang the altered lyrics, letting her guitar get a little grungy as the other girls lent their voices into the chorus.
"Over and over again..." Paris's voice alone echoed out of the microphone, low and smoky, as Dave fiddled with his sound board. It sounded fantastic, and she gave him a quick wink before turning back to the mic and drew breath for the next verse.
"Our favorite thing is to drive you wild. We're city girls who can make you smile. Oh, the boys we loved. Gods blessed the child inside these girls of summer..." she sang.
"We get you climbin' the walls. We get you caught in our spells. We get you speakin' in tongues. Oh, is this Heaven or Hell? To fall in love twice a day, tell me what price would you pay..." Paris sang, a smirk on her face, as she got caught up in the song, play-acting the seductress.
"Oh, some girls, we're all about it. Some girls we love to let it fly. Some girls can't live without it. Some girls, oh, we're born to make you cry..." she sang with Cassidy and Kendra, putting a lot of energy into her guitar.
"Over and over again... " Paris repeated, breathing it into the microphone and letting David sound board turn it into a haunting echo that resonated throughout the club.
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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Apr 1, 2008 3:23:11 GMT 10
Prudence sat enchanted by Paris' words, she loved the little magical hints in there, she alway did, Paris seemed so comfortable with who she was and Prudence envied her for it. It wasn't that she hated being a witch she hated being one in hiding, Paris was lucky to have friends that understood her, OK they didn't know who she really was but her friends understood if she had to pull out of something. Prudence's friends tended to get a little narked at her. "Woooo Go Paris" She shouted
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Post by Paris Halliwell on Apr 1, 2008 16:07:48 GMT 10
Randomly hearing Pru's thoughts about being a witch, Paris just shook her head and smiled down at her cousin. Of course she was more comfortable around her friends. At least Paris had told hers that she practiced Wicca as a religion, so they knew about that part of her life, even if they didn't know that magic and demons and stuff were real.
She'd had to tell them something, because she'd often forget and speak about something she shouldn't have known about, and at least this way she could just tell them she was 'psychically in tune with her surroundings'. They kind of thought she was a wack job, but she'd been right to many times for them to dismiss everything she claimed. Dave had even come to one of the Sabbats at the Park with her and her family one year, just to see what it was all about.
Her thoughts brought to mind another song, this one by the band Godsmack, called Voices. Leaning back she told Kendra to call in the beat for the song and wandered over to make sure Cassidy knew the right cords for the song. They hadn't practiced this one that much yet...
The, stepping back up to the mic, Paris sang, "Listen to the rain fallin' day by day. Listen to the rain fallin' day by day by day. Hey.... I hear you calling, voices are here again. I hear you whisper, taking control of me." The song spoke to Paris, bringing up the painful memories of that time in her life when her powers had begun to get out of control, when she couldn't block out any of the things she could hear. Sometimes it would get so noisy inside of her own head that she thought she might go crazy.
Closing her eyes, Paris sang the next few lines. "Watch the dancing shadows run away. All alone once again. Afraid. All these faces, changing their shapes on me. Isolated in my own world, will I ever be free?"
"Haunting figures around me. I want em' to stay. They're always there to protect me. This is one thing you can't take away..." she sang, pouring her emotions, the relief she felt when Mom, Aunt Paige, Aunt Piper, and even Great Grams had finally realized what was happening to her and started to teach her what she needed to know to control her power.
"Listen to the rain fallin' day by day. Listen to the rain fallin' day by day by day. Yeah, I hear you calling, voices are here again. I hear you whisper in my own mind. Will it ever change? Voices! I hear you calling..." she sang as Dave faded in the sound of actual rain falling. A rumble of thunder ended the song...
Or so Paris thought. Until she kept hearing it after the song had clearly ended. Huh... was it raining outside? Or was she just hearing a storm from somewhere else? With Paris' power she could never be quite sure unless she confirmed it with someone else.
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