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 Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:46 pm
The Story
based on the magical (and musical) love story of Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova She was 13 years old. He was 23.
His band was in her home town, and her father was helping him with the business-end of the gig. To welcome his band, her parents threw them a little barbecue in the back yard.
She had overheard his music playing from her father's study a few night previous, when her father had been trying to get a feel for his style and what venue to book his band in.
It just happened that one of his songs was stuck in her head while she listened to him and his band play around the campfire. When they started playing that song, she hummed along in harmony. Her annoying little sister complained for her to "Sing louder, I can't hear you!"
They were all looking at her then, him and the whole band and her parents. Petrified, she ran inside and wouldn't unlock her bedroom door until she thought everyone was asleep. Michael, the singer in the band, came to her room and sat down at her desk with his guitar. He played the song she had been humming so timidly, and in the private of her darkened room she was unafraid to sing.
Their voices were so different - hers a soft soprano and his a husky baritone - and yet they fit together seamlessly and flowed like water. It made her unafraid of saying yes when he asked, would she like to sing that song with him onstage?
Michael and her father became good friends, and every year when his band's tour was over he would come to stay for a week at her house. It was a good time for him to relax a bit, gather his thoughts together and write some good songs. Every time he went onstage in her hometown, she would sing just one more song with him, and then another, and another until they were merely sharing the stage throughout the show.
Years passed. His band did not become world-famous, as he had hoped, and went on hiatus. He returned to the little house in her hometown, but she was no longer a girl. She was 19 years old. She was an accomplished musician, a pianist and guitarist, and she was something else.
She was beautiful. Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me, and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you've won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly, sing your melody
I'll sing it now
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:55 pm
The Story (abbreviated) They're falling in love directly under Her parents' noses. Will his band survive if "Yoko" joins the band?Da Rules -No cybering. Ew. -Keep to the ToS -PM me profiles -I'll be taking profiles until August 14th, then I'll decide on a Girl. If you don't think you can get a profile done in time, PM me with the problem and we'll talk it out. -No God-modding -I feel like I should have more rules than this...
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:58 pm
[imgleft]URL here. Real people, no anime, no goth, scene, emo, or punk. A normal person PLEASE.[/imgleft][size=11][b]Name:[/b] First and last, no middle required
[b]Age:[/b] 19 or 18
[b]Bio:[/b] at least one paragraph
[b]Username:[/b][/size]
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:20 pm
"Maybe I'm too old for you..." Name: Michael O'Hara
Age: 30
Bio: Michael was born and raised in Dublin, where he formed a band with some of his closest friends. On one of their Eastern tours he met with his regional manager, who invited them to his home for a party. That's where he met the girl. He thought she was brilliant and cool for such a young kid, and was amazed when he found out she could sing like an angel. She changed his song, blending and shaping its melody until it didn't even sound like his song anymore. It was completely different, and yet perfect. The music they made in those few minutes in her dark bedroom spoke to him more deeply than the greatest of the world's wisdom. He knew, instantly, that he had found something special.
It was more of a self-promotion thing, to bring her up onstage with him the next night - people loved to see kids from their community in the spotlight - but again he was astounded by her stage presence and enigmatic charisma. He watched her all through the show where she stood in the crowd, singing along all the words with him. He looked upon her like a little sister then, but it would change very soon.
Over the next several years, as he came to visit her family again and again, despite the nagging voice in his head telling him that it was wrong, Michael found himself falling in love with the kid. And it only made matters worse when he arrived one year to find her completely changed into a gorgeous and talented young woman. He needed her in his band. He needed her in his life.
Username: kt-tonguetied***********************************************  Name: Abigail Clare Evans
Age: 18
Bio: When I saw him for the first time I was only 13 years old, and that was when realized that I was hopelessly in love. He was cool, and sweet and very kind to a silly, gangly kid like me. I had never seen myself as a singer before, but once I got up on stage with him, I knew that it was where I belonged. He disappeared all to soon, but I never forgot him. I joined the choir at my school and from there I became involved in plays and musicals and I excelled. I took piano lessons from my kooky old neighbor, and I taught myself how to play the guitar.
Every year I waited for Michael to visit and when he did I lavished him with my attentions, but he never seemed to reciprocate my feelings. I received a lot of trouble from my friends at school because I wasn’t interested in dating. When people started saying that I was a lesbian, I finally agreed to go out on a few dates, none of which went over very well. The boys I went out with were nothing like Michael. They were rude and crude to me, and one of the boys hurt me when I refused to go with him to the make out point overlooking the city.
After that disastrous date, I plunged myself into my music, and finally my Michael has returned, and he is more beautiful than ever.
Username: raysofsunshine09"Or maybe I'm too young."
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 10:13 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 8:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 7:32 pm
bump - will be starting Tuesday!
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 6:33 pm
Michael O'Hara was jerked from his light, uneasy sleep as the plane came upon a touch of turbulence as it descended toward the rolling countryside. Rubbing his puffy eyes, he leaned across the sleeping old lady beside him to look out the window and smiled. Almost there.
He could feel his heavy limbs relaxing already as people around him started buckling their seat belts. His heart started to beat at a more leisurely pace, and he finally felt like he could take a proper breath. This was more like coming home than actually going home to his mother. He stretched his arms over his head and closed his eyes, imagining being back in the Evanses' back yard hammock with a book or his guitar splashed across his chest like an emblem of freedom.
He could already feel the wind blowing in his curly hair, the sun beaming on his freckled face. He could hear Abi and her little sister laughing and running around. It would be nice to see them again, and have some of their ma's cooking, and to talk business with their dad. Maybe he'd even play a show or two in town. He smiled at the thought of playing with Abi again. By the last year they had played together he had no longer been simply inviting him up for a song or two, but sharing the stage with her throughout. They were a band whether they liked it or not.
With a gentle 'thump', the plane's landing gear made contact with the ground, and Michael fought a tiny cheer. He was back where he belonged.((Long introductory post is long. xd sorreh.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:51 am
 Abi woke early that day. She was jittery with excitement because Michael would be arriving today, and even though it was only five in the morning she couldn't make herself lay down again and she knew that she wouldn't be able to fall asleep. So instead, she swung her legs around from underneath the covers and plopped her bare feet onto the cold floor. Goose flesh prickled up her arms and legs and she hopped quickly to the bathroom, rubbing her arms and legs as she started up the hot water in the shower.
She took her time washing her body and hair in the shower, and even longer once she got out. She carefully dried her hair, smoothing out the light tresses, and then she applied only a small amount of makeup. She painted her toes a pale purple color, and then finally, finally it was a reasonable hour to be awake and she danced playfully down the stairs to eat some breakfast.
It was with a heavy heart that Abi left the house in her baby blue Volkswagen bug because she wouldn’t be able to ride to the airport with her dad to pick Michael up.
But he would be here when she got back, and so she waved and honked her horn until she drove around the corner.
It was summer, so she wasn’t leaving for school. In fact, she was going to the local performing arts center where she worked getting young kids involved in drama. They did fun little plays based on Shakespeare, and it was really a lot of fun. Abi quickly immersed herself into the work so that she hardly noticed the passing of time, and before she knew it, it was time to go home.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 12:27 pm
Abi's dad had always been a fantastic guy, even when he was just a young pup with his hopes too high and his ego larger than a house. He still remembered the first time he'd set foot in this town, goofing off with his bandmates and having a great time until they realized they were utterly lost. That, of course, was when Abi's dad showed up and, with great amusement, led them back to his house, where there were beds and a nice backyard welcome party waiting for them. And of course, Michael would never forget all that followed with Abi, but more than anything he remembered the strong, almost father-son sort of bong that formed between him and the older man as he continued to return and visit the country home.
As he had promised himself on the plane, after some good food and catching up on a year's worth of his absence with the Evanses, Michael was stretched languorously across the hammock that was nestled between two trees in the back yard, a novel open on his chest, and fast asleep. So happy was he to be back and so exhausted from the long flight from Ireland, he had hardly given Abi or her sister a second thought.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:18 pm
It was with impatience that Abi began the drive home. Her fuzzy pink dice wobbled gently back and forth as she tapped her fingernails against the steering wheel and the red light refused to turn green. Finally it turned and she sped off, fighting the urge to speed home.
After traveling the sloping turns of the drive, Abi was grinning from ear to ear as she pulled up to the house. She entered the house in a flurry of excitement. She rushed to the living; when no one was there, she hurried to the kitchen to find her mother cleaning up. With a laugh her mother took pity on Abi and said, "He's in the garden love." she knew how disappointed Abi had been when she discovered that she wouldn't be able to pick Michael up at the airport.
Abi threw her hands together in a prayerful manner to convey her thanks, and then she was running towards the back door, shedding her bag and her shoes as she went. She spotted him immediately, fast asleep on the hammock. Abi couldn't help but laugh.
He was exactly as she remembered him. She tiptoed closer, trying to to wake him. Once she reached his side, she stretched up, high on her tippytoes to snatch a leaf down, intending to use it to tickle Michael's neck. Just as she was about to grab it, she lost her balance. She tripped forward, and then she stumbled, falling right across Michael's stomach.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 4:20 pm
Michael was jerked unceremoniously from his nap, caught in a tangle of flailing limbs and sharp elbows right to the stomach, and as he cried out "Bloody foockin'-!" from both the pain in his stomach and eyes - he had opened them too quickly and was thusly blinded by the sunlight - the hammock jerked dangerously and, as all hammocks are likely to do under erratic movement, crashed to the ground.
Coughing and sputtering and writhing only slightly in pain as he rubbed at the spot on his stomach where an elbow had made a particularly hard jab, Michael rolled over onto his side and squinted at the girl sprawled in the grass beside him.
Being away for so long and so determinedly thinking of Abi as just a shrimpy little kid, had apparently screwed with his brain, because when he looked at the blonde girl laying on the ground he did not immediately connect her to Abigail Evans. He sat up and was about to berate this lovely stranger for apparently tackling him while he was trying to sleep, but then froze mid-word. "Christ! What the foock're ye--?"Then he took a moment to really look at the girl and stopped, catching his breath. "Abi? S'that you?"((ps you don't have to call her Abi if you don't want to; I just thought it would be a cute nickname for Michael to give her smile ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 11:45 am
Abigail gave a frightened squeak as she toppled. She knew that she wouldn't be able to catch herself, but her body reacted instinctively. Her arms began to windmill sporadically and she worried that her elbows may have caught Michael a nasty one in the stomach. Before she could quite correct herself and save the rocking hammock from twisting around, she found herself tangled up and laying on her back in the grass.
"Oww..." she said softly, surprised to find herself in this position. This wasn't exactly what she had planned to happen. She heard Michael's voice, thick with her favorite accent, and she lifted her head to look at him.
He looked so startled, sitting there in the grass with his hair more disheveled than usual and the book he had been reading resting open beside him. Abigail couldn't help but laugh. She couldn't help the furious giggles that escaped her shaking chest and the pure joy of seeing him again made her feel very childish and simply happy.
Finally she managed to stop. She lay still for a second, trying to catch her breath, and then she sat up and leapt at Michael, throwing her arms around his neck where she promptly started laughing once more. "Of course it's me silly." she said, her voice a clear bell that betrayed the pleasing quality of her singing voice. "Who else would it be?"
((Ok, that is super cute. I think that nobody else ever calls her that 3nodding ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 6:21 pm
Before Michael had even a few moments to recover from not only the fall, but also the shock of seeing Abi so grown up and hearing her giggle like such a child at the same time, she had thrown her arms around him and sent them to the grass yet again. Shaking with the laughter rumbling in his chest, he wrapped his arms around the girl's back for a few moments before releasing her and sitting up for the second time. "Someone a lot more grown-up than I thought yeh'd be?" he suggested with almost a sad smile. Carefully, as though watching for more flying elbows, Michael brought himself to his feet, then offered Abi a hand-up.
"It's good to see you," he said earnestly, dropping a quick kiss onto her cheek. "How old are yeh now, twenty-three?" he asked with a laugh. But in all seriousness, he was shocked. Abi was no longer that gangly awkward child he had once known. In only a year she had grown up. And she was gorgeous.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 6:21 pm
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