DUNCAN'S POV:
I really don't know what I was getting into and why I was here. This was rediculous,Chris was rediculous. I looked around and saw person after person waiting to go into a pointless little room just to make a tape. Why didn't they do this at início like the rest of us? And plus, I didn't like the "lovey-dovey" looks all the girls gave me, which made me think A LOT about Courtney, and Gwenn even.
Harold looked at me, "Duncan, the way to positive thinking is to observe."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snorted in his face.
He gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. "Wrtie the good things on the paper and the bad things. Then you can find a way to use the good things as a pointed for the bad things," He said calmly and strolled off to flirt with some red head with an overbite. I sighed then started to write:
What I don't like:
1. Too many people
2. WAYYY too long
3. Too many screaming girl fans...hmmm maybe that could be a good thing if Court and I don't work out...
4....
My thoughts were interrupted por a bump in my rib cage. I turned and saw a blonde, slim girl looking at me with green eyes. She had a box in her hand, I wondered what was in it. por the look on her face I knew that she knew me.
"Watch where you're going, skully!" She shot at me. For once I actually seemed surprised.
I did my best to mask my shock with "Make me, Sunshine." Sunshine? Did I just say SUNSHINE? She gave me an annoyed look then grinned, lifting the lid of the box.
"WANNA MEET BOB?" She threw at me, showing me what looked like a miniture tralantula. Dude, no girl I knew but Gwenn would touch a spider. EVER.
"DUDE what the-" I started to say but before I could she skipped off, giggling like a drugged seven ano old. I watched her skip off, my mouth dropped open. After a few minutos of self-silence, I grabbed my paper and wrote a new catagory; What I want to know:
1. About the blonde girl I just met.
JAMIE'S POV:
"What was THAT about?" Delilah questioned me as I skipped back to her side as she waited to go in.
"What was what?" I asked, trying not to act like anything happened.
"You were talking to Duncan," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"So? He bumped into me so I complained. And showed him the aranha I found in the camera room."
"You're phsyco Jam-Jam..."
I grinned as Delilah was up to go inside. She grinned and ran into the room. I waited five minutos until she was done. As soon as she was done we went to the comida court to get a smoothie.
"So how did it go?" I asked, sipping my tropical smoothie, batido which made me want to leave this raining place of hell even more.
"Awesome!" She grinned, "Piece of cake! How about you?"
"You know, typical Jamie shinanigans," I snickered.
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her morango smoothie. "Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. You coming?"
"Naw, I'll save our table."
She nodded and got up and left for the bathroom. I placed the box holding Bob on the mesa, tabela and peaked inside. There were small gaps too small for him to escape but enough air for him to breath. My thoughts were interrupted por a cough seguinte to me. Now what does he want?
"Hey Sunshine," Duncan said cooly, smirking as I frowned. "We didn't fully meet before. I'm-"
"Duncan, I know," I mumbled, "I've seen the show."
He nodded, "So frist time auditioning?"
"We have a winner," I said, sarcastically yet equally as cool as Duncan's voice. He chuckled.
"It's not so bad. So you here with anybody?"
"My friend Delilah. We've been best friend's since we were two."
His eyebrow rose, "How can you handle a person for that long?"
I laughed, "Not that hard believe me. You just gotta find What interests them and go with it. no matter how uncommon to you it seems."
He nodded, "That's good conselhos ummm...."
"Jamie," I said, looking at him.
"Jamie..." He repeated, "Nice to meet you."
"Yepp, you too," I replied. I heard a cough behind me. I turned and saw Delilah wearing her famous "What the hell is going on" face.
"Oh! Duncan, this is my best friend Delilah. Delilah, you know who this is," I said, trying to keep from going red.
"Hi!" Delilah grinned at Duncan, he nodded back.
"Hey," he said. "I should probably get back to the auditions," he said slowly.
"Yea, nice meeting you."
"You too Sunshine, hope you two get in," he said, winking at me. I laughed as I watched him walk off. I, laughing, looked at Delilah and shrugged, "I did NOT see that coming!"
I really don't know what I was getting into and why I was here. This was rediculous,Chris was rediculous. I looked around and saw person after person waiting to go into a pointless little room just to make a tape. Why didn't they do this at início like the rest of us? And plus, I didn't like the "lovey-dovey" looks all the girls gave me, which made me think A LOT about Courtney, and Gwenn even.
Harold looked at me, "Duncan, the way to positive thinking is to observe."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snorted in his face.
He gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. "Wrtie the good things on the paper and the bad things. Then you can find a way to use the good things as a pointed for the bad things," He said calmly and strolled off to flirt with some red head with an overbite. I sighed then started to write:
What I don't like:
1. Too many people
2. WAYYY too long
3. Too many screaming girl fans...hmmm maybe that could be a good thing if Court and I don't work out...
4....
My thoughts were interrupted por a bump in my rib cage. I turned and saw a blonde, slim girl looking at me with green eyes. She had a box in her hand, I wondered what was in it. por the look on her face I knew that she knew me.
"Watch where you're going, skully!" She shot at me. For once I actually seemed surprised.
I did my best to mask my shock with "Make me, Sunshine." Sunshine? Did I just say SUNSHINE? She gave me an annoyed look then grinned, lifting the lid of the box.
"WANNA MEET BOB?" She threw at me, showing me what looked like a miniture tralantula. Dude, no girl I knew but Gwenn would touch a spider. EVER.
"DUDE what the-" I started to say but before I could she skipped off, giggling like a drugged seven ano old. I watched her skip off, my mouth dropped open. After a few minutos of self-silence, I grabbed my paper and wrote a new catagory; What I want to know:
1. About the blonde girl I just met.
JAMIE'S POV:
"What was THAT about?" Delilah questioned me as I skipped back to her side as she waited to go in.
"What was what?" I asked, trying not to act like anything happened.
"You were talking to Duncan," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"So? He bumped into me so I complained. And showed him the aranha I found in the camera room."
"You're phsyco Jam-Jam..."
I grinned as Delilah was up to go inside. She grinned and ran into the room. I waited five minutos until she was done. As soon as she was done we went to the comida court to get a smoothie.
"So how did it go?" I asked, sipping my tropical smoothie, batido which made me want to leave this raining place of hell even more.
"Awesome!" She grinned, "Piece of cake! How about you?"
"You know, typical Jamie shinanigans," I snickered.
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her morango smoothie. "Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. You coming?"
"Naw, I'll save our table."
She nodded and got up and left for the bathroom. I placed the box holding Bob on the mesa, tabela and peaked inside. There were small gaps too small for him to escape but enough air for him to breath. My thoughts were interrupted por a cough seguinte to me. Now what does he want?
"Hey Sunshine," Duncan said cooly, smirking as I frowned. "We didn't fully meet before. I'm-"
"Duncan, I know," I mumbled, "I've seen the show."
He nodded, "So frist time auditioning?"
"We have a winner," I said, sarcastically yet equally as cool as Duncan's voice. He chuckled.
"It's not so bad. So you here with anybody?"
"My friend Delilah. We've been best friend's since we were two."
His eyebrow rose, "How can you handle a person for that long?"
I laughed, "Not that hard believe me. You just gotta find What interests them and go with it. no matter how uncommon to you it seems."
He nodded, "That's good conselhos ummm...."
"Jamie," I said, looking at him.
"Jamie..." He repeated, "Nice to meet you."
"Yepp, you too," I replied. I heard a cough behind me. I turned and saw Delilah wearing her famous "What the hell is going on" face.
"Oh! Duncan, this is my best friend Delilah. Delilah, you know who this is," I said, trying to keep from going red.
"Hi!" Delilah grinned at Duncan, he nodded back.
"Hey," he said. "I should probably get back to the auditions," he said slowly.
"Yea, nice meeting you."
"You too Sunshine, hope you two get in," he said, winking at me. I laughed as I watched him walk off. I, laughing, looked at Delilah and shrugged, "I did NOT see that coming!"
What we have we won’t give
Up to any without a fight
Our ancestors gave us this birth right
We just want to live in peace
But still the battles will not cease
Until we’re driven from our home
Then we would be left to roam
And settle in some other place
Or wiped out with no trace
Our names they wouldn’t know
So we prepare to meet our foe
The tribal headdress worn with pride
And paint upon our skin to hide
Who they face upon the field
Armed with arrows, spear & shield
Seen as men within a crowd
Surging forth we holler aloud
No fear from us will be shown
As they meet the unknown
Warriors not afraid to die
Fighting for our cause we try
To save our land & family
So our tribe can be free
To live as we choose to do
So let battle now ensue
