ienablu

\o/

2009-12-18T19:41:01Z

Finals are done with.

I don't go back to school until the sixth.

I am going to spent the next two and a half weeks catching up on the sleep and writing fanfiction.

One year~

2009-12-09T03:25:54Z

Busy studying and cramming for finals next week, but dropping in to say that...

I have now had this journal for a year~

\o/

Five Things Chad Learns that Ryan Can Do

2009-12-07T09:02:48Z

I've spent the past month or so writing Newsies fic, but I miss my first Ortega!movie OTP, so...

Five Things Chad Learned that Ryan Can Do
(and One He Can't)

5. Ryan can play baseball. Ryan is good at baseball. Ryan almost beat him at baseball.

His team is around him, congratulating him, praising him, but Chad just watches as Ryan dusts himself off and turns to walk off.

Chad's barely aware of what he's saying, barely aware of what he's promising, because he's still surprised that Ryan can play baseball. And he's good at it. And he almost beat him.

Ryan is smirking as they head to the locker rooms, even though Chad won, and Chad doesn't know if he's more annoyed, intrigued, or...

--

4. Ryan is particularly adept at undoing pants zippers. With his teeth.

--

3. Ryan choreographs. When the Wildcats arrive at the practice room, he looks around nervously -- Chad doubts Ryan has ever been around a group this big outside the auditorium -- but takes a deep breath and starts.

He's a dancer, he says. He lists off the styles he knows, and some of the performances he's arranged. He says that all the dance numbers he and Sharpay perform are his, as well as most of the numbers in the musicals.

For some reason, Chad finds that odd. Because Ryan has always been Evans to him, and Evans was just the theatre fairy who followed along in his twin sister's shadow and did whatever she told him to. Usually, Evans wasn't so much a person, as much as he was an extension of Sharpay.

Chad wonders when he started sounding like an asshole. He blames Troy.

And he finds he's wrong, anyways. Ryan leads them through a few warm-up, then introduces a few simple steps to them. Chad watches, and wonders how he could ever think Ryan and his Ice Princess of a sister were interchangeable. Jason is just not getting the steps of the jazz square and Ryan is all smiles and understanding as he helps him out, and Chad feels guilty.

Chad thinks it should be awkward, given what had happened in the locker room after the game, but he doesn't bring it up. Neither does Ryan. It seems unspoken, that yes, it happened, no, it didn't mean anything, that was past tense, let's live in the present.

There's no awkward dancing around the subject.

It doesn't seem right, but Chad doesn't see any reason to complain.

--

2. Ryan is great at impersonations. It's hilarious. Chad is still annoyed because Troy is a dick, and Ryan glances at him when he comes into to rehearsal.

It's a Monday, and that means he comes to rehearsal fifteen minutes early to be a sound board for Ryan. Which Chad doesn't mind, because Ryan seems to honestly want Chad's feedback on whether or not a move will work in the routine or if the Wildcats will be able to get it. It almost makes the Monday mornings bearable.

Almost.

Because Mondays also mean getting a ride in with Troy. Who is a dick.

Chad drops his bag noisily onto the floor.

Ryan doesn't look up from his stretch. "Troy?"

Chad's jaw is still clenched, and he can only nod. Which Ryan can't see, since he's still stretching and his nose is to the wood floor, but whatever. Chad doesn't care.

"Let me guess... something like 'I don't get why you're so mad at me!'"

Ryan's imitation is spot on, and Chad snorts. "Just mention Gabi and you'll be perfect."

Ryan is smiling mischievously. "I was getting around to that." And with that he launched into how he can't be in trouble because Gabriella hasn't told him he's in trouble, and Chad is torn between horror and amusement because Ryan sounds exactly like Troy.

Chad chooses amusement, ignoring how he's laughing at his best-friend-since-preschool's expense with his classmate-turned-baseball-rival-turned-fuckbuddy-turned-sorta-friend, because Ryan continues in his pitch-perfect Troy imitation, talking about how pretty Gabriella is.

Chad stops laughing as soon as Ryan mentions how's beautiful Gabriella's cheekbones are.

Ryan looks at him, and a look of horror dawns on his face. "Don't tell me that he's actually..."

There's a brief moment of silence, and then the two burst out laughing.

--

1. Ryan is able to step down.

He's spent the past few weeks working on their number, reworking their number, perfecting their number. He says it's a group effort, he couldn't do it without them, but they wouldn't've even thought about it without him, it's his number. Anyone can see he's proud of what he's done.

And then Kelsi comes in, saying she called Gabi, now that Troy is being less of a dick, and she wrote another song, and Ryan immediately steps down.

Everyone looks at Ryan, because he says it's their number but it's really all his, and he just asks Kelsi if she has copies to pass around. She does. He sighs, tells them that they're going to have to improvise the dancing, toss away all his hard work, but he's smiling as he does so.

There is exciting chatting while Ryan helps Kelsi pass out quickly photocopied sheets of the chorus, because Troy apparently stood up to Sharpay and he's sorry for what he did, and is Gabi really coming back because everyone misses her, but Chad finds himself just watching Ryan.

Because for a brief moment when Kelsi announced she had a new song, Chad saw Ryan's spirit drop. It was only for a second, and nothing about Ryan betrays it now-- he's smiling, throwing compliments to Kelsi over his shoulder, not at all bitter, seeming his naturally sunny self.

Ryan comes to him last, handing him the last sheet of paper, and Chad can tell he's disappointed.

Chad reaches out and places a hand on Ryan's shoulder. He knows he should say something supportive, but he really doesn't know what.

Ryan smiles at him, though. "Thanks."

--

0. Ryan cannot let things go.

The show was awesome. Chad isn't going to admit it aloud, but he's glad Troy and Gabi are back together, and he actually had fun.

Fulton dismissed them a minute ago, and they're all changing from their dressy work uniforms back into their casual clothes in the staff locker room.

Chad is trying to not think about the last time he was in it. Not that he has particularly bad memories, it was actually pretty awesome, just Chad doesn't like thinking too hard about his relationship with Ryan.

He's spent more than one lunch break with Ryan when he was supposed to be with Taylor. He's opted to take extra dance lessons with Ryan for the show, even though he was pretty confident in his moves. He still spends time with all his friends, but he finds he spends a bit more time with Ryan. Most of his recent text messages are from Ryan, and Ryan's name is at the top of 'Incoming' and 'Outgoing Calls.' Chad always greets Ryan when he gets in in the morning, and Chad always makes sure to say goodbye to him before he leaves.

And Chad doesn't like thinking about what that means.

Troy is ushering them to hurry up, saying something about fireworks, and soon they're out of the locker room and heading towards a hill.

"Hey, Chad," Ryan greets as he sidles up to Chad's side.

They fall into pace easily.

"Congrats man, you deserved it," Chad says bumping his shoulder against Ryan's.

Ryan shrugs sheepishly, then his eyes light up. "Nice shirt."

"All my shirts are nice," Chad says, and Ryan rolls his eyes.

They walk in silence for a few moments, then Ryan starts, "Listen, Chad, about... after the game."

Chad doesn't know to say 'I don't want to talk about it' without sounding like a douche.

Ryan's pace slows a bit, letting the others hurry ahead of them. "Listen, I..."

"You...?" Chad asks, knowing he's not helping the situation out any, but at a loss for anything else to say-- partly because he's still sorting things out and that's hard to tell a guy who has already figured himself out, and partly because he's not sure what Ryan wants him to say.

"I was thinking... Do you want to..." Ryan trails off, and looks at him for a long moment, then finishes, "hang out sometime?"

Chad doesn't know if Ryan means 'hanging out' or 'hanging out and somehow ending making out.' He has a feeling it's the latter, and he realizes he doesn't really care.

(Well, he does. Because Ryan is a guy, and Chad doesn't think he's really into guys, but Chad finds that whether or not he wants to make out with Ryan doesn't matter because he really likes Ryan, and he likes hanging out with him. And if more were to come up, Chad doesn't think he would have a problem with it.)

Ryan looks anxious -- it's just a slight tightness to his smile, a small furrow to his brow, but Chad sees it, and realizes he should probably answer.

But for the second time that night, Chad isn't quite sure what to say. So he just looks at Ryan and smiles, hoping he gets the message across.

And given how brightly Ryan smiles back him, Chad has a feeling he does.

upheaval to come

2009-12-02T06:30:27Z

I've decided that -- soon as I get the time to -- I'm going to go through this journal. Needs less teenaged whining ~~life sucks I want to quit~~ and more fic. Also considering buying a paid account, depends on if I have the extra cash. I'll hopefully have a shiny new header, too.

Fic wise, I have written an absurd amount of Newsies fic. Jack/David may honestly be my favorite pairing ever. I can't even explain how much I love it.

Tangentially related: I am contemplating Sharpay/Troy/Ryan. It is equally horrific and alluring.

Unrelated to nothing, I have decided that I'm going to run for Winter Formal King. Nowadays I more or less go by is a guy's name, and I don't think they check names to see if they're legit. I hope they don't, because while I am technically a girl, I WANT TO BE KING. And I live in a liberal town, so I already have some friends who have agreed to nominate me, so I have a chance to actually get on the ballot!

Quick update

2009-11-20T06:15:08Z

Long story short, the past two months have been really hard on me. There is much detail, but I don't want to go into it, so just, things have sucked.

But today I flew out to see/meet my best friend of the past four years, whom I met online. I could go into detail about how it didn't feel like I was meeting her, I feel like we've been chilling IRL forever even though it hasn't even been 12 hours, but I think things can be summed up in this exchange earlier:

evie: *starting to put sheets on air mattress* It said these fit, but idk...
iena: Eh, if not we can work it out.
and then we burst out singing the chorus of "Work This Out."

The past few weeks have been really difficult, but dude, the past nine hours have been better than all that combined. This chick is honestly the best friend I have ever had, I've only been here for hours but I've never felt more at home, I am so happy right you have no idea.

And just now the doorbell rang, and without looking at each other we both sing-songed "Cook-ieeeeees" (because on campus is this place where they sell cookies until 4:00 am, and deliver. It is magical) in perfect unison.

HIATUS

2009-10-31T00:16:59Z

I have no idea how to go about explaining this, but let's try...

Basically, when I started this journal, I swore to myself that I would not let writing fanfiction take priority over school. And so far, I've been pretty good. But this is senior year, and between me having a social life this year and finally realizing that I'm struggling and need help (as well as NaNo around the corner), I'm afraid I'm going to slip.

So until I can find solid footing, I'm putting this journal on a hiatus.

(Not to mention, my hsmbigbang fic went missing, and rewriting it went horribly awry, and I feel so so embarrassed about dropping out at the last moment. I had it done, somebody did a mix for me, but I lost it, had a draft, thought I could re-finish it, was wrong, and now my ego smarts and I feel like a failure.)

See you guys later.

Frankenstein Fic (because I can.)

2009-10-27T05:48:45Z

I've wanted to write this when the cast did their first read-through, doubly so after I found out that Henry Clerval's actor is gay, but I thought it would make script editing a bit awkward around that part.

Now that THE SCRIPT IS COMPLETE (or as complete as it'll ever be under my hands-- the past few days I've spent more time sobbing over the script than editing, which was pretty much a sign that there was nothing more I could do) I have no regrets writing this.

--

QUICK SUMMARY OF THE STORY SO FAR: Victor Frankenstein is "not a madman" even though he totally is, and while at university he tries to reanimate a conglomeration of dead bodies, realizes he's created a monster, freaks the fuck out; his BFF Henry Clerval finds him stumbling around and raving, and Henry is his nurse as he gets better, things improve, they go home, but fuck, Victor finds that his little brother was killed by the monster, has another freak out, at one point the monster finds him and demands a mate, Victor concedes and sets off across Europe to create (another) monster, only his dad and his sorta-fiance arrange for him to travel with Henry. They tour for a bit, Victor collects the materials needed, and....

They agreed to meet with their acquaintance in Scotland around two in the afternoon, when they thought they would be arriving. Their ferry across, however, was met with exceptionally clear weather, and they found themselves in Perth just around noon.

After a quick lunch at a nearby cafe, the two went over to the inn where the carriages would stop. An hour still remained before the carriage would come in with their friend, and Victor felt himself incapable of conversation, so they settled in and waited in silence.

There were years and years of companionship between the two, yet Victor did not feel comfortable in the silence. His mind had been racing all of the previous night, and after much thought he realized that now would be the most opportune time to leave and comply with the monster's demand. Henry was one of his dearest friends, and his company had helped to alleviate the grief Victor felt over his inevitable task, and it would surely pain him to have to leave a friend so dear to him.

Though as wretched it would be to leave Henry, it would only bring treble misery on them both if Henry were to accompany him. Victor mentally prepared himself and turned to his friend.

Henry seemed to notice the shift in Victor's resolve, and was about to comment on it, but Victor spoke first.

"I would like to tour Scotland by myself," he announced. Henry's face fell a bit, and he hastened to say, "I will only be a month or two, and we shall rendezvous back here in that time. And hopefully when I return, it will be with a lighter heart."

Henry frowned. "I see that you have a heavy heart, but I am at a loss as to what the cause may be. What is it that agitates you?"

"Do not ask me," Victor pleaded. "A month from now it will not matter--"

"But it matters now," Henry interrupted. He stood up and began pacing. "When your father contacted me about traveling Europe with you I cannot describe the pleasure I felt. Since your illness, before your brother's death, you have been in such a gloom, that like your father and your dear cousin, I have been extremely concerned with your well being. To have you regain enthusiasm to travel, which you have not possessed in quite some time gave me hope, that perhaps whatever it is that is bothering you had finally dissipated, and you would finally once again be happy. And true enough, from Strasburgh to Holland you have been in much better spirits -- I had not seen you in such a mood since before you left for university. But ever since London you have descended back into a lingering misery and I do not know what I can do help."

Victor's palms began to sweat. "I assure you--"

"Victor..." Henry interrupted again, voice considerably softer this time. "You are troubled, my dearest friend. What can I do to help?"

"Leave this subject at rest," he begged. There was no one around, but still Victor stood and moved so there was scarcely an inch between the two, lowering his voice as he pleaded, "This will all be over soon, I promise. Please, allow me two months alone in Scotland."

Henry was no longer frowning, but his countenance held still a sorrow. "I do not wish to leave you," he admitted softly after a brief silence.

"Nor do I," Victor replied, reaching up and slowly tracing down the side of Henry's face. "Of all that I know and love, you are the dearest to me. Even when I am lost within misery, you manage to draw forth the better feelings of my heart. I..." he trailed off, and was unable to complete his train of thought as Henry titled his head closer and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

At first Victor was shocked, but as Henry pulled back, muttering embarrassed apologies, Victor regained his wits; he reached up and cupped Henry's cheek, noting in joy how Henry leaned into the touch, and pulled his friend in closer for another kiss.

Many a winter's night, Victor had exchanged kisses with his dear Elizabeth, but none of them compared with the delight he felt as he pressed kiss after kiss against Henry's mouth.

After an immeasurable amount of time, Victor pulled back. Looking intently at his friend, he quietly said, "I promise you, if you give me two months to myself, when I return to you it will be in a lighter spirit."

"I had rather be with you, in your solitary rambles, than with these Scotch people. But," Henry added when he saw Victor about to protest. "I wish to aid you in anyway possible, and if that is to let you travel Scotland in solitude, so be it. Just hasten, to return, my dear friend, so I may again feel somewhat at home, which I cannot do in your absence."

--

...and yeah, I really need to rewrite part of my HSM Big Bang fic, and I'm trying to finish a Rope fic, but somehow I end up writing this. I think it may have to do with the fact that I want my HSMBB and Rope fic to be the best they can be, while this is just something for myself and so I'm not as concerned with the quality, but! that does not stop this from being frustrating.

fffffffffffff

2009-10-26T00:55:23Z

I've spent the last month plus working on the Frankenstein script (and I'm still not done oh god) and I've only been had time to frolic around online the past few days.

And what do I find out when I check my email? ...I never sent in my hsmbigbang fic in. And my final copy of the story is on my jump drive, that is MIA.

"FUCK" doesn't even come close to describing how I feel. *hides in shaaaaame*

On the bright side, partofyourcharm! If you are a fan of Alfred Hitchcock's "Rope" (which you should be, it is an amazing film!), join it! There will be fic soon!

"I'd rather be with you, Victor~"

2009-09-29T08:22:47Z

For our fall production, we're doing a stage adaptation of Frankenstein. The college nearby did one a few years ago, and the director is trying to combine the stage version (which is an ensemble thing) with the novel (which has overblown prose like whoa) and I've been helping out with the rewrites-- as in, it's two a.m. and I'm trying to combine the two like we discussed earlier today.

...let me just say, when the actors were doing a read-through last week, the guy playing Victor Frankenstein (the mad scientist, not the monster) saw the subtext between him and Henry Clerval (which lead to a hilarious "Dude, they're lovers." "BFFs." "Lovers." between the two actors) so it's not just me.

...but if this draft of the first act ends up with HoYay through the roof, that is me. I'm trying not to do that though, because y'know, it seems a bit unprofessional.

headfloor

2009-09-21T07:11:49Z

You know that point, when in story-editing, you've read the story so many times you start to hate it and you just want to shred it and never think of it again?

I hate that point so so much.

So my weekend was spent trying to look at my hsmbigbang fic without wanting to throttle someone (not successful), trying to finish a sleeveless hoodie I'm sewing without wanting to throttle someone (not successful), and trying to find non-porny-ficlets at the st_xi_kink (surprisingly successful).

HSM Fairytales

2009-09-10T04:06:05Z

Because I don't have nearly enough WIPs and current challenges as it is, I am starting an informal challenge!

This idea has been a combination of a few things: I've been on an AU kick lately, I never finished my easthighstory story and I am a sucker for ~happy ever after~. And so, I present~

The High School Musical Fairytale Fest

...though of course, given that I love ~happy ever after~s and HSM is its cash cow, when I say "fairytale" I mean "Disney-bastardized fairytales." ...and then from there I decided to just add on other Disney movies onto the list... as well as other animated musicals. And then I went back to fairytales.

Cinderella
Snow White
Beauty and the Beast
The Little Mermaid
Sleeping Beauty
Lady and the Tramp
Aladdin
Mulan
Alice in Wonderland
Anastasia
Hansel and Gretel
The Princess and the Pea

It's still in progress-- as is the exact details of this fest-challenge-ficathon thing. Basically, I love happy endings, shameless fluff and crossovers.

...and in no way is this an excuse for me to write a Lady and the Tramp-esque Zeke/Sharpay story. :Db

WIP meme

2009-09-10T01:22:01Z

So, most of what I have been posting lately (that's public) has been more personal things, rather than writing. This is not because I am not writing, but because they're all longer pieces and I'm still editing/revising/reworking/etc. So...

The WIP meme: post a ~~single~~ two sentence(s) from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.

1) The music sucked, there were too many people in too little a space, and the punch was probably spiked, but it was better than being home alone on a Friday night; or at least that's what Troy claimed. Chad wasn't sure about whether or not he believed it.

2) He lost baseball, but he gained a boyfriend.

He wishes he could have both.

3) Chad hated October. Hated it.

4) "What's so special about the third floor bathroom?"

The lunch table went silent at Gabi's question.

5) Five minutes into lunch, the group of guys appeared and Ryan put his sandwich down and waved them over. The guys looked at him for a moment, then started walking in the opposite direction, settling in a table on the opposite side of the cafeteria.

6) Will you sharpie it out once I tell you?
Of course!

7) "Okay, you guys are all assholes. I quit."

8) "I don't dance."

Lord Ryan Evans laughed.

9) Brandon reached over and stilled Phillip's hand. "No, leave the tie on."

10) Jason looked at him. "You're kind of an asshole, you know that?"

Anonymous Writing Feedback Meme

2009-09-03T02:55:56Z

As the subject implies, I want to know what you think of my writing. Be it good or bad, critique or praise, give it to me. At this journal, I write fluffy slash fanfiction for a DCOM, but I still want my writing to be good. I want to improve. If there's something I can do to make my writing better, I want to know.

Comments are screened, you can post anonymously, IP logging is off.

Quick status report on hsmbigbang fic

2009-09-01T01:26:50Z

Things my hsmbigbang story has:
• a plot
• a title
• a beta reader
• around 11,000 words
• pages of notes on the story
• pages of edits that I need to make the next month
• a very limited third person POV that I am starting to regret
• a metric fuckton of annotations on the side of the writing (courtesy of Pages)
• very detailed illustrations of what Ryan Evans wears each day including duck print pajamas
• symbolism!

Things my hsmbigbang story does not have:
• consistency
• a resolution/conclusion
• details contained in the prose
• witty slogans for Chad's T-shirts
• a consistent characterization of Taylor

The thing to do now:
• stop bitching and clean up the draft so the art/mix/vidder doesn't boggle at the inconsistencies.
• ...while making dinner.

Things were going pretty well until this, though!

2009-08-27T00:13:15Z

Today was basically awesome (finished Citizen Kane in film class, aced the first Latin test) and got awesomer (had my IRL beta give me back my hsmbigbang fic with her comments, had an early release from school) and became awesome beyond description (I hung out with one of my friends who is just so awesome) until I realized my dad had been texting me a bit and I called to see what was up and I found out my cat wasn't doing too well.

(A bit of background: I am 18. We got Mozart when I was 6.)

I spent the last two hours at the vets, and jesus christ.

So now I'm going to go find and read smooptastic Chad/Ryan fic.

Awesomesauce.

2009-08-20T05:00:47Z

• If today was anything to judge by, senior year is going to be awesome. I don't have the greatest schedule ever, and I wish I had more friends in my classes, but I really like what I have, so I'm not going to complain.

• I hit 10k for my hsmbigbang fic. \m/

I saw "bare"~!

2009-08-15T05:56:20Z

I just got back from seeing a production of "bare"! And my thoughts can be summed up in one observation about my current state:

My eyes hurt from sobbing so much.

The first act was pretty upbeat. I've seen a bootleg version of the off-Broadway production and I really liked the choreography of it, especially for the opening number, "Epiphany," and was a bit bummed that they didn't use that, but oh well! I was actually seeing it in real life! Awesomesauce! Sadly, there were some difficulties getting things ready for the next number-- they didn't get everything off by the time the next number started, so the song was started in darkness, and Jason's actor blanked on some lines, and this number was "You and I," which is my favorite number out of the musical (as you might have guessed) so I was really bummed about that. I mean, I'm glad they got all the roughness out of the way in one number, but did it have to be my favorite? D: Like I said though, after that it was smooth sailing. I adored the Nadia in this production; she just had so much spunk and sass and she owned the role. The Ivy didn't click for me, the Matt was kinda meh (but that's to be expected with the character) and the Jason and the Peter... I checked the back before the show started, and apparently their actors are engaged? I'm torn between "awesome" (because it is very very sweet) and "what? WHY?" (because hi, this isn't a happy musical) but they acted off each other well, they had a great chemistry, and I liked them!

For the most part, it was pretty awesome! There was no set at times which made me :/, I didn't enjoy "One" as much as I normally do (Jason and Ivy have sex during the song, though the actors keep on their underwear for obvious reasons, and in this show it was... moderate. Tame. I wanted to see them go all out-- not actually having sex, but faking it better.) and again, my favorite song had difficulties, but it was good!

And Intermission was insane. I was telling chesire_kitty9, my friend who accompanied me, that one of the reasons I loved the show was because it shows the gay characters struggling with the views of the church, which is something that never happened to me. The church my mom belongs to that I sometimes go to... well, we live in a very liberal town, so the church is so accepting and wonderful. I mean, the Father at the church was the one who resided over the wedding of our organ player and his life partner. So, I never understood the unaccepting church. Not two minutes after I explained this, I looked around the theatre, and who was sitting two seats away? Said organ player. I had a massive "WTF" moment, and asked, and yeah, it was him. We chatted for a minute, though I was too busy marveling at the fact that of all nights to go, and all the places to sit, he was there the same night and row that I was.

The second act began, and I realized that yeah, I loved the Sister Chantelle. So, the first three songs passed, and they were nice, but the fourth song, "See Me," has Peter (the gay alter boy) trying to tell his mom that he is gay with her interrupting him, not wanting to hear him. This song always makes me D:. The fifth song is her solo, "Warning," and I was crying by the end, because I know the Catholic faith does not approve of homosexuality, but finding out your son is gay does not require a warning. You don't need to sing "I don't want any pity / I just want my son" because you still have your son. So, that was upsetting. Another song passed, then another that nearly made me cry because it was so touching ("God Don't Make No Trash"-- Sister Chantelle telling Peter that God's got his back, and so does she and fuck I loved this Chantelle). After that was "All Grown Up" and "Promise" which were sad songs, but it wasn't until "Once Upon A Time" that I started tearing up again, followed by "Cross" that made me cry at the end. From "Two Households On" I was in tears, by the time "Queen Mab" rolled around I was crying, and I was honestly full on sobbing at "No Voice." It was beautiful.

And after the show ended, the actors came out, which was awesome, since I was afraid they might not. Only, they didn't come out single file, just randomly whenever they felt like it, but me and Ches (who didn't complain when I spent the last eight songs clenching her hand) were situated where they were coming out. So, when Nadia's actress came out I was like "adlfhasldfhasfh" because she was hands down my favorite out of the cast. Spot on casting, she was superb, I adored her. And told her as much. And felt like a moron, but she called me sweet. :D

After Nadia's actress, I hugged Peter's actor, because dude was awesome. And again, he is actually in a relationship with Jason's actor, so I asked him what that was like (for those of you just joining in, Peter and Jason are in love, but Jason is insecure about being gay and ends up killing himself). He said it was fun, and I was like "lol what?" and he explained and I'm too overwhelmed with the experience to remember exactly what he said. But it was awesome!

There was also Jason, but I was too scared to talk to him. D:

I turned to Ches and asked her if there was anyone she wanted to fawn over, and she said Sister Chantelle. I hadn't seen her, but Ches is magical and she spotted the actress. Only, Ches is very shy, so going over there involved me pushing her, and when she wouldn't go any closer I bound over and... I might have said "Hi you're awesome can I have a hug?" but I'd like to think I said it in a more calm and composed way. I doubt it. But she was like "Aw! Sure! *hugs*" and afldahsfdas she was awesome. I also pointed out that it was very very tear inducing when in "No Voice" instead of Peter turning to his mom (like I've seen in the productions I've seen online) he turned to Chantelle and hugged her first, and she talked briefly about that. I am sounding repetitive, but it was awesome!

TL;DR: AWESOME. And my eyes still hurt. BUT IT WAS WORTH IT.

In other news, what's it with HSM-related actors/characters and leashes? Earlier today, my gay BFF and I were walking and talking, and he was telling me about some of his fantasies of him and Zefron, and I'll spare the details but at one point they involved leashes. Then, during the intermission of "bare," Ches was saying she had a dream that at one point involved Ryan Evans walking around in the Wildcats mascot while leading some guy around on a leash.

And, because I want something outside of cut-text, random tidbit: on the drive there, my dad was pointing out buildings, and at one point he said "And that's East High..." I turned to Ches (who I had forced to marathon HSM with me) and we both laughed.

ded

2009-08-12T20:08:12Z

Once upon a time, in my googling to find the name of the guy who did ballet during the audition in HSM1¹, I came across this wiki.

This wiki is terrible, I'm not going to lie. A lot of the entries have joke lines put in to fuck around with everyone. (For example, Vance Evans' entry has him listed as Ryan and Sharpay's step-dad.)

For some reason I can't quite remember, I decided to browse through it some more just now, and I went to the page for "I Don't Dance"... and I think I sprained something laughing.

Well done, well done.

¹ I have yet to find a name for him, and "Alan" was already taken up by another guy, so I have been cycling through Jeffrey, Stephen and Kyle.

O HAI THERE 5K

2009-08-08T07:13:34Z

It's been just over two days since I started writing my story for hsmbigbang, I just passed the halfway mark on the word count, am going steady with the plot, I like what I've written, I love my title, and I'm feeling pretty awesome.

Except for the fact I've printed off about four calendars and I've even gone and researched the temperature for when my story takes place, but other than that "god I'm a dork," I feel pretty great.

...well that was unexpected.

2009-08-07T08:41:27Z

So... after two or three months of going "Shit, what story am I going to write for hsmbigbang?" and cycling through about nine different ideas, last night a story idea popped into my head and in the past 24 hours I've written about 3,500 words.

And I actually have a legit title. 90% of the time I write a story and go "Shit, what am I going to title it?", but this was one of the remaining 10% of the times when I had the title first that inspired the story. If that sentence made any sense. I dunno, it's 2:36 am, I'm tired.

As an added surprise, I actually like the story! Usually I hate all of my 'off-the-top-of-my-head' ideas, but this? This is going to be good.

tl;dr: I finally got my fic started. *\o/*

Again, I blame Michael Arden.

2009-08-05T05:40:37Z

Disclaimer: I am not an artist.

Disclaimer the second: When I normally think of a bare-HSM clash, I think of the HSM cast putting on a production of bare. (And when I say "HSM cast" I mean Ryan and Sharpay as Jason and Nadia and the rest of the cast being from different schools.) But! If I were to think of the HSM cast as the bare cast, this is the only part that would make perfect sense.

Enjoy~

faillll

2009-07-31T04:24:01Z

Dear hsmbigbang fic,

...hi, where are you?

I already dropped out of one fic challenge and that bummed me out, I would very much like to not drop out of another.

You are going to be lovely, I can tell, but could you please stop being so... flighty? I know, I know, some of this is my fault, but if you could just stick with one idea and not change the moment I start to plot... that would be great.

Please and thank you?

(Also, dear self: Stop watching Greek. You're not going to be writing about frat houses, it does not count as research, you are just watching it for the pretty sorority girls. Which is not a bad thing, they're very pretty, but you only have a month to write this thing.)

Week in Review

2009-07-26T07:04:18Z

I usually try to post this later into the day, rather than at midnight when I still consider it Saturday, but! I am going camping tomorrow (shock!) with my sister (bigger shock!) and am going to be without internet (massive shock!)

• When I started this journal, I also started a notebook-- a notebook that is now full. As someone who abandons a journal after writing three pages, this is a Big Accomplishment for me. :D

• When tallying things up for my notebook, I discovered something pretty awesome. I thought, that when you compile everything I've written, it would come to being around 15,000 words, 17,000 at most. I was off. The number is closer to 29,000 words. And only about 13,000 of it has been posted publicly.

• The due date for easthighstory was yesterday, and I hadn't written a word for my prompt, and had to pull out. D:

• And yet, I find myself starting a HSM/Labyrinth crossover. I've never been good at writing crack, but dude, while I'm planning for some seriousness (namely how Sharpay and Ryan are both the Goblin King), it's a High School Musical/Labyrinth crossover. There can not not be crack.

• I got stoked for "Notes" (tentative title), started planning it out again, and...

• I spent a few hours working on "Shift" instead. I counted, and I'm on my ninth draft. For me, I usually write the rough draft mentally and when I type the story it's my final draft. But "Shift"... it's like a Pikachu on crack, it just keeps evolving. (I found that there was only track I liked, I need to bulk up four more, and the final track that I hadn't been able to write is getting written, and I like it! But still, the story is only, about, halfway done?)

• I am sorely, sorely tempted to go and erase the 2k+ document of a HSM/Kings crossover, because the series finale pissed me off so much. I mean, it would have been brilliant as a season finale, what with the loose ends and unsolved conflicts and cliffhangers... but it's the end of the show, and I'm WTFing pretty hard. So, yeah, no crossover.

• In an attempt to clean up my tag system, I deleted everything, went back 200+ entries to start from scratch... and made a bigger mess.

• And I signed up at 50ficlets and haven't been accepted yet but shhh, and wrote three ficlets.

So... that's about it. See you all Monday~

50ficlets: Sweet, Stranger, Call

2009-07-25T02:07:51Z

Claim: Ryan/Chad at 50ficlets
Prompts: Sweet, Stranger, Call
Rating: from PG
Word Count: ranges from 525 - 912
Big Damn Table: link

Prompt: #17 - Sweet
Characters: Chad, Ryan
Words: 525
Notes/Warning: I actually wrote this back in January, but I don't remember posting it.

Ryan looked at the paper that had been shoved in his hands. There were various colored blobs of paint on it, the most noticeable being the bright red one in the middle. And Ryan thought that it was supposed to make sense, but it didn't.

Seeing the furrow of Ryan's brow, Chad sheepishly explained, "It looked better while I was fingerpainting it."

Ryan looked up from the paper. He was mad at Chad. He was not going to smile, not at the shy smile, not at the fact that he had been, "Fingerpainting?"

Chad's cheeks turned a slight red. "When you didn't come over for dinner last night, Taya guessed something was wrong. And one of her friends had lent her her collection of fingerpaints... so she made me make this," he said hurriedly. Though after a moment, he said, "And even if she hadn't..."

Still holding onto the paper gently with one hand, Ryan made a gesture.

He hesitated, then blurted out, "I'm sorry." Noticing a few heads turning their way, Chad lowered his voice. "I'm sorry, okay? I know what I said was wrong, I wish I hadn't said it, but I did, and I am sorry."

"So you made me a finger-painting?" While he had managed to school his expression into something disapproving and annoyed, Ryan's voice held no malice.

There was a 'well you're the one who said you loved fingerpainting as a child!' on the tip of Chad's tongue, but Ryan had told him that a while ago, before they had started quasi-dating, and he wasn't sure if it'd be creepy or not if he remembered it. Instead, he went with a lofty, "Fingerpainting is a good stress relieving artistic form of expression."

Ryan was mad at Chad. He was not going to smile. But as he asked, "Is that so?" his voice cracked from the effort to keep from laughing.

"It is. Aaaaaaand, if you're not busy today after school--" and Chad knew he wasn't, it was a Tuesday and it was one of Ryan's dramatic-arts-free afternoons, but again, Chad wasn't sure whether or not it'd be weird to bring that up, "--I think Taya still has the paints, so perhaps you could come over and fingerpaint with me?"

Ryan was... not mad at Chad, and he couldn't help the smile that spread over his face or the chuckle that escaped. "That depends..."

"I promise I'll send you home with enough paint to spill on Shar's favorite skirt."

"I was going to ask that you not tell her that I would be fingerpainting--"

The possible-weirdness be damned, Chad said, "Don't tell me she's still mad at you for--"

"Doing something stupid when I was five?" Ryan shrugged. "She really liked that skirt." Looking intently at Chad, he opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it.

The bell was going to ring any second-- and Chad was going to be late for trig, again-- but instead of hightailing it to the math wing, he shot Ryan a hopeful grin. "So, see you this afternoon?"

Ryan carefully slid the (finger)painting into his messenger bag. "It's a date."

~

Prompt: #11 - Stranger
Characters: Chad, Troy, Ryan
Words: 633
Notes/Warning: This may be the first thing I've written post-HSM pre-HSM2.

Not that anyone would ask him, and not that he would say it aloud, but Chad Danforth was willing to admit that he was sorta jealous of the drama kids. Well, not them, but how his best friend seemed to take an interest in them. Just the last passing period, Troy had been walking down the hallway, too busy talking to a drama dork to say hello to his best friend. So, when he came down to lunch to see Sharpay's brother next to Troy at the jock's table, his mood went from bad to worse. "What's he doing here?"

Troy looked momentarily hurt at Chad's snappish tone, but then smiled. "Sharpay isn't here today, and I didn't want him to sit alone, so I invited him to have lunch with us!"

"Uh-huh."

"I'm just eating here," the blond boy said. He looked as uncomfortable with the seating arrangement as Chad felt. "Then Kelsi asked--"

"Oh man," Troy interrupted, standing up quickly. "I totally forgot, she wanted to run a song with me. I gotta go, later!" And with that he grabbed his backpack and was off to one of the many practice rooms.

After a stunned moment, Chad took the seat next to where Troy had been sitting.

The blond stared after Troy a few seconds longer. When he turned back to his food, there was a puzzled expression on his face.

There were a few things Chad didn't like: drama kids, drama kids interacting with jocks, drama kids stealing his best friend, and awkward silences. "So..."

The blond kid glanced at him, but went back to eating quietly.

As he pulled out his lunch, Chad wracked his brain for something to say. It gave him a small comfort to know there was nothing really a jock and a drama kid could relate over, but the silence was getting to him. "Aren't you in my third period? American Lit with Hoptkins?"

The blond kid (Bryan?) just nodded. After a few moments, he asked, "Where's the rest of the jocks?"

"Uh... oh! Their fifth period class won some canned food drive, or something, so they get a pizza party. Pretty much the entire team is in the class, so..."

Bryan (was it really Bryan?) didn't respond, only go back to eating his lunch.

Not knowing what else to say (was this kid always this untalkative?), Chad blurted out, "Is he any good?"

Bryan just blinked, then raised an eyebrow in a way that eerily resembled his sister.

"Is Troy, y'know, any good at the whole..." Chad trailed off awkwardly, making a few vague hand motions "The singing-dancing-acting thing."

Bryan was looking vaguely amused, and after a moment he answered, "He's an impressive singer... and he's charismatic, I guess..."

"Meaning...?"

Again, Bryan paused. "He's a jock. Sports and acting are different performances. He's used to--"

"Basketball isn't a performance," Chad interrupted.

"Then why is there an audience?" Bryan shot back. "Why do you have practice, why do you plan out your movements? There's protagonists and antagonists, there's a conflict and in the end a resolution. It's improvisation, but sports are still a performance as much as acting is."

Chad blinked. This was getting a little too close to jocks-and-drama-kids-bonding for his comfort. Worse was the fact that what Bryan was saying was making some sense-- no. Chad squashed the thought immediately. Instead, he just looked at Bryan, eyebrows raised and tone snappish. "Dude, you auditioned for 'Twinkle Towne' with your twin sister. What do you know about sports?"

Bryan deflated a bit, his gaze turning icy as he stared at Chad. After a moment he grabbed his bag and stood up. "Apparently nothing." He looked like he wanted to say more, but he just rolled his eyes, then walked off.

Leaving Chad sitting alone.

~

Prompt: #21 - Call
Characters: Ryan, Chad
Words: 912
Notes/Warning: The numbers were entirely made up-- I don't know if they're real numbers, and if they are then I'll feel like an idiot.

"You have two new messages. First new message: From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 8:03 a.m. Hey Evans, it's me, and you didn't saunter into homeroom two seconds before the bell, so I was just calling to see why? Darbus loves you, she won't get mad at you for being late, though she will take away my phone in a heartbeat, gotta go.

Second message: From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 8:30 a.m. Hey, Evans, I asked Sharpay and she said you stayed up all night finishing your paper for Tracchiato's. If you didn't finish and you're ditching his class, then I think you should revise your plan. Unless you're gone for the next three days, he won't buy any sickness excuse. Trust me, I know, I've tried. So... yeah. If you are going to try and go with 'I was sick' for why you didn't turn your project in, I would ditch the whole day, because he will rip you a new one if he sees you later today. Again, I would know. ...but if you do come today, I guess I'll see you during free period? Anyways, I gotta get to class, but I'll see you later?"

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-723-7926, received September 12th at 8:45 a.m. I told Sharpay to wake me up... I'm not ditching Mr. Tracchiato's class, Chad, I'm just... fuck, where did I put that? I stayed up until five this morning working on this paper, and I told Sharpay to wake me up but gahhh! Anyway thanks for the calls, they're actually what woke me up... Didn't I wear this hat earlier this month? Oh fuck it, who cares... Could you do me a favor then? I'm on my way out of my house right now, and god I'm not going to make it in time uh, you have third period with Shar, right? So could you yell at her for me? I have a test I can't skip for third oh god I forgot all about that and free period will be spent apologizing to Mr. Tracchiato which gives me no time to hunt down my wonderful sister and have a chat with her. Anyway, I'll see you at lunch. Save me a seat?"

"You have two new messages. First new message: From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 9:04 a.m. ...dude, did you say 'fuck'? Wow. It's common knowledge Tracchiato is a hardass, but if you get your paper to him in the same day, only an hour or so late? That's not so bad. Seriously, this one time Jason turned in a project, what, three months late? Funny story, I gotta tell you it sometime. Just... chill. It's only a paper, deep breathes, man, it'll be fine. And I gotta get back to class, so I'll catch you at lunch. Later.

"Second new message: From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 9:06 a.m. Also? I don't have the perfect life. But it's still pretty damn good at the moment. I have good parents, good friends, a good... uh a good life. And since I don't have a death wish, I'm not going to yell at your sister. I'd like to make it to graduation, y'know? Anyways, I really gotta get back to class, and don't worry, I always save you a seat... So, uh, I guess I'll see you later, bye."

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-723-7926, received September 12th at 9:08 a.m. Did you just ditch class just to leave me a voicemail?"

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 9:16 a.m. No. I just told Bishop I had to get a drink of water. I think I spent too long talking though, he kinda glared at me when I came back in. Oh well. Anyways, good luck on your test and showdown with Tracchiato."

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-723-7926, received September 12th at 10:08 a.m. Just finished the test. Did you never hear that 'good luck' is always bad luck? Here's hoping things go better with Mr. Tracchiato..."

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 10:10 a.m. I thought that only applied to theatre. But this is you we're talking about, so... break a leg?"

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-723-7926, received September 12th at 10:44 a.m. ...Mr. Tracchiato is my favorite teacher ever."

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 10:46 a.m. Didn't I tell you everything would be fine? And no, Mr. Bass, I don't have my phone out during class."

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-723-7926, received September 12th at 10:50 a.m. Don't sound so smug. I'll tell you about it during lunch."

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 11:05 a.m. ...if we're going to be talking during lunch, in half an hour, why are we still leaving each other voicemails?"

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-723-7926, received September 12th at 11:11 a.m. Because... I'm not quite sure. I'm always up for a rousing game of phone tag, though."

"You have one new message. From phone number 505-129-2423, received September 12th at 11:16 a.m. In that case... tag, you're it."

FML FML FML (or, "Why am I writing a Labyrinth/HSM crossover?")

2009-07-24T05:03:18Z

I was watching Nostalgia Chick's review of Labyrinth, and suddenly it hit me.

I mean, I had an idea of a Labyrinth/HSM crossover in mind after thinking about easthighstory (which I dropped, because I wasn't feeling it. D:) but it just hit me, on how it would work.

And... yeah.

~

Kelsi was flat against the opposite wall when the stranger finally turned away from her.

"And you..."

The stranger was looking at Chad, a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes; the stranger-- the Goblin King-- had one brown eye and one blue eye, like the girl he saw earlier, though the sides had switched. His wardrobe was more or less the same as what the girl had been wearing, something that would have made Chad snicker if the Goblin King hadn't taken a few swift strides towards him. When he was hovering between 'too close' and 'invasion of personal space' he stopped and propped himself up against the wall.

"How are you enjoying my Labyrinth?"

Chad was silent for a moment, thrown off by the almost sincere tone of his voice, then smirked. "It's easy."

Kelsi groaned behind them, and the Goblin King's mouth curved into a smirk, a light dancing in his eyes. He leaned forward, definitely in the 'invasion of personal space' zone, head titled slightly, and just asked, "Really?"

Chad gulped, then once again plastered on a smile. "It's a piece of cake."

"Well then..." the Goblin King said softly, raising his hand. Chad's heart sped up as he reached towards him, then past him, making a small circular motion.

Chad turned, his eyes growing in horror as he watched three hours spin away on a clock that appeared out of nowhere.

"Dude! That's not fair."

"I disagree," the Goblin King replied, now a few paces away. "I think it would be unfair if I did this..." He crossed his hands past each other, a crystal ball materializing between them. He played with it for a moment, the crystal gleaming as it flowed with his hand, then said, "But since you said my Labyrinth was a piece of cake... let's see how you like this slice." And, in one fluid movement, he took a step back, spun on his foot and threw the ball down the dim corridor.

Chad was about to comment on how that was a pretty good fastball for a guy wearing eyeliner, but a metallic shriek rang from where the crystal ball had been thrown. He turned to look, seeing something glimmering... something glimmering that seemed to be coming towards him.

There was another shriek, though this time it was from Kelsi. Chad turned to look at her, barely registering her telling him that it was the "Cleaners"; he was too busy wondering how the Goblin King had just disappeared.

"Run!" Kelsi yelled, barely audible over the louder and louder noise of the Cleaners, and took off running. Chad was horribly curious-- that's how he had ended up in this position anyways-- and glanced back. He could only make out the glimmering of something coming towards them, but it was coming towards them fast. Without another second's hesitation, Chad took off running after Kelsi.

~

...so yeah.

I am going to go back to working on the fic I mentioned in my earlier post, the fic I've been working on for months, the fic I want to be working on...

...oh what am I kidding I'm going to have this fully planned out by the time I go to sleep tonight. D: