`` seein' things eye to eye [white!]

[N HARMONIA]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,390px][atrb=valign,center] [style=background: url(http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af202/SKKEI-2010-/Gray_by_kazzoom.jpg); width: 468px; padding: 3px 3px 3px 3px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 22pt; color: #202020; text-shadow: #BAB6B7 3px 3px 0px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;]I keep on fighting.. [/style] [style= background: #858384; border-bottom: 2 px solid #f5f5f5; font-family: georgia; italic; font-size: 7pt; color: #F5F5F5; text-align: center; text-indent: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; width: 348px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;] but there's really nothing left to say.[/style] [style=width: 200px; height: 120px; background-color: #C4C2C3; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; float: left; padding-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: .9; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; color: 000000;] TAG; white, please. WORDS; 864 MUSIC; i will always love you - whitney houston CREDITS; Kei of SA TT and OTE[/style] [style= border:2px; background:url(http://i828.photobucket.com/albums/zz205/idk3life/Other%20Icons/04/07_by-karnevelle.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: #8A8788 2px solid; -moz-border-radius: 100px 100px 100px 100px; border-radius: 100px 100px 10px 10px; float: right; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 11px; line-width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background: url(http://i828.photobucket.com/albums/zz205/idk3life/Other%20Icons/04/07_by-karnevelle.png);height: 100px; width: 100px; border: #8A8788 2px solid; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 100px 100px 10px 10px; float: right; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 6px; line-width: 3px;] [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: 90px; font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; background: #999999; font-color: #000000; opacity: .8; padding: 7px; width: 460px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; border: 2px solid #4F4E4E;]Part of him had a bad feeling. Returning Princess Sadie to Nimbasa was a move that could be considered a brilliant idea and also thirty-nine steps backwards. She could either retrogress back into trashy desolation or she could accept what her former self was and simply move past it. N had to test that. He had to make his little Princess even stronger so that she could become a better pokemon. She was dedicated to him, yes, but she wanted to better herself, which she told him on a daily basis. So the return to Nimbasa had partially been a surprise, but she'd also been expecting it. Expecting to walk past the exact dumpster where she wasted away years of her life, downing stray garbage and roaring at any who tried to do a dumpster dive. N cast a glance over at the Garbodor who was walking with her head held high, daring someone to try to put her in her place. Try to insult her for her species. She was proud to be a Garbodor and she would be damned if she let anyone else take advantage of her or make he feel any less worthy. She swung her arms back and forth as they traveled down a crowded street where people were lunging past them, laughing and drinking and having a good time. N had planned it all out. A secret get-away time to spoil his little Princess. He looked over at her, wondering if she had figured out where they were going. She was still doing her best to keep a strong face at all the wary glances from people walking by. She was a little thin for a Garbodor, mainly because N was trying to encourage healthy eating habits, while still keeping to being the pokemon that she was. She was having a hard time on deciding whether or not to agree with him, though. But that was something that she would address later. N looked up at one of the many giant screens to see a blond man being escorted into what looked like Violet City. He took a few steps back to look closer at the screen, seeing White's name scroll across as a ranger, or something like that. At the very mention of White's name, N jerked out his cell phone to fire off a text to her. "Just saw the news. If you're in Unova, meet me in Nimbasa at the old theater. I want you to hear something." He sent it and closed his phone before Princess Sadie could read it. No reason to ruin the surprise for her. "Where are we gooooing?" She finally whined as he lead her down a back alley. "You'll see! Just keep following me!" He called over his shoulder, pulling her along. She lumbered down the alley, frightening off any stray pokemon who had been waiting for victims all night. When he finally reached a large door, he opened it and slipped in, releasing Ivan, his Zoroark. " Wait here. " He commanded, pointing his finger at the door. " Guide White in here if you see her and scare off anyone else. " He added as he gently pushed Princess Sadie inside. She tumbled in and N looked around the dusty area, trying to find the right switches. As he groped the walls, he finally grinned as he found the lightboard, still set up backstage. "Walk to your left about twenty feet!" He called to Sadie and she obeyed while Ivan began shutting the door, plunging them into total darkness. "Now what?" She called back nervously. N flipped the switch and a burst of lights came on, although some sputtered and went out. Princess Sadie was illuminated on a dusty stage as she looked out at an audience that wasn't there of empty seats, row after row after row. N smiled from backstage, putting his chin in his hand and leaning down. Princess Sadie was mesmerized. The stage! Just as she had imagined it! She opened up her mouth and, suddenly, there was a voice in her throat and a song in her heart. "If I should stay, I would only be in your way. So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way. AND IIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUU OOOOOH!

[/i]" She suddenly burst out the chorus, her long arms flinging out as she closed her eyes and tears dripped down her face as she held each note as long as she possibly could, her voice soulfully echoing through the entire theater as she put her entire body into the song. N sat back stage, tears rolling down his cheeks as he bit onto his hand to keep from choking out. This was what he lived for. This was why he did what he did. For pokemon like Princess Sadie. For pokemon to realize their potential and finally get to live it out. He bit down harder on his hand as she repeated the chorus. Oh, Arceus, she was amazing.
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[TOUKO "WHITE" WHITLEA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #008080; width: 453px; padding: 5px;][style=float: right; border: 2px solid #F0F0F0; ][/style] [style=color: #F0F0F0; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px;]WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO[/style][style=color: #F0F0F0; margin-top: -13px; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: century gothic;]when the best part of me was always you?[/style][style=border-top: 2px solid #F0F0F0; margin-top: -4px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #03A89E; font-size: 10px; padding: 8px; color: #DFF1F1; text-align: justify; width: 380;]White had been under the paparazzi spotlight for a few days. She had lost them months back after the events with Team Plasma, but the most recent ‘heroic’ act she had committed had thrown her back under the spotlight. She had stopped a criminal from torturing her friend. A rebel had stolen some of Yellow’s pokemon, and she had found out his name. White regularly wouldn’t have gone after someone on her own, but the whole situation – not to mention Yellow’s breakup with Green – had her so riled that she couldn’t contain herself. She simply had to act, and so she had hunted Damion down, and had him arrested. In an attempt to escape the reporters and photographers of Johto – who were all interested to know how a Unovan had come to do something in Johto – she had returned to Unova with a heavy heart. As soon as she’d docked, she was swamped once more by paparazzi, and rushed herself into the pokemon center, taking a few deep breaths to contain herself. She didn’t want to be in the limelight anymore. She wanted to be able to sit, relax and just wait until she could do something normal again, but she knew she couldn’t just hide. When she was about to go out and throw herself into the crowd of reporters, her phone let out a beep. The message and name flashed up on the screen, and it made her smile. N was thinking about her. He probably knew about what she’d done too. Everyone did. Sending back a quick Be there in half an hour, she made her way to the back door into one of Castelia’s alleyways. She snuck down the side street up into the park, and then forward, onto Nimbasa. The walking was slow, sure, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She pushed through the desert without any second thought, wanting to get to the theatre, she wanted to spend time with N and just forget the past few days’ events. She wanted to forget the argument she’d had with Blue, and forget that she’d been told to stay permanently out of Kanto. She didn’t know what she’d do now if she needed to escape. Her eyes closed and she stopped for a few minutes. She found the theatre quickly, somewhere she knew, and spied the Zoroark that she had seen so many times before. She stopped in front of Ivan, and smiled at him, knowing that unlike N, she couldn’t understand him but speaking anyway. “I take it N is in here? Are you coming in too?” She asked, before pushing the door open just in time to hear the sounds of a Pokemon’s voice. White had never really stopped to listen quite as much as she should have. She had been the creator of musicals – had given Nimbasa the idea in the first place. She felt as much as heard Princess Sadie’s voice and stopped just before she neared N, feeling tears prickle at her sapphire gaze. All the emotion from the past few days had welled up inside of her, and she fell to her knees as she watched Sadie enjoy her moment on the stage. There was no way she could do anything but help that Pokemon. She wanted her to feel this happiness again, to sing so beautifully – even if it was all just Garbador garble to her – and be the queen of musicals, like White too wished to be. Her body crumpled up on the floor, her back hunching over as she wiped away her tears. She was so over all the frustrations she’d been dealing with. What if she really never was allowed back into Kanto? She didn’t know what she’d do now that the Kanto pokedex holders hated her. Yellow was her closest female friend. Bianca hadn’t spoken to her for weeks, she hadn’t even heard from her when she had been injured. Her slouched, crunched body ached. Her still healing ribs sent waves of pain through her and White decided then to straight herself back up. She stretched out, wiping at her tear-stained face one last time, turning to look at the man she had told to be her friend. She wanted him, although she was with Cheren. She wanted his arms around her, holding her, telling her it was okay. But she knew she had to resist. She managed to clamber to her feet, and hugged him briefly. “That was lovely. I don’t know what she was singing, but her tune.. it moved me. Thank you for inviting me here to hear that. I’m so glad I didn’t miss it.” She removed herself from his person, and stepped away, out onto the stage and nearing Sadie. “You sing more beautifully than any other Pokemon I’ve heard. The play I’m writing you is perfect for you, and I’ll be so honoured to hear you sing it.” She smiled and then turned to N with a nod. There was nothing like sharing a moment so touching with such a close friend. [/style]

[atrb=style,background-color: #03A89E; color: #DFF1F1;][style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]844 words, post for N my love, thank you for inspiring me <3 made by garden of on the edge[/style]

[N HARMONIA]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,390px][atrb=valign,center] [style=background: url(http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af202/SKKEI-2010-/Gray_by_kazzoom.jpg); width: 468px; padding: 3px 3px 3px 3px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 22pt; color: #202020; text-shadow: #BAB6B7 3px 3px 0px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;]I keep on fighting.. [/style] [style= background: #858384; border-bottom: 2 px solid #f5f5f5; font-family: georgia; italic; font-size: 7pt; color: #F5F5F5; text-align: center; text-indent: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; width: 348px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;] but there's really nothing left to say.[/style] [style=width: 200px; height: 120px; background-color: #C4C2C3; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; float: left; padding-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: .9; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; color: 000000;] TAG; white! i got my muse! thanks to you <3 WORDS; 953 MUSIC; billionaire // glee CREDITS; Kei of SA TT and OTE[/style] [style= border:2px; background:url(http://i828.photobucket.com/albums/zz205/idk3life/Other%20Icons/04/07_by-karnevelle.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: #8A8788 2px solid; -moz-border-radius: 100px 100px 100px 100px; border-radius: 100px 100px 10px 10px; float: right; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 11px; line-width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background: url(http://i828.photobucket.com/albums/zz205/idk3life/Other%20Icons/04/07_by-karnevelle.png);height: 100px; width: 100px; border: #8A8788 2px solid; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 100px 100px 10px 10px; float: right; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 6px; line-width: 3px;] [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: 90px; font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; background: #999999; font-color: #000000; opacity: .8; padding: 7px; width: 460px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; border: 2px solid #4F4E4E;] Ivan sat in front of the building, arms crossed over his broad chest with his eyes closed. He heard White before he saw her and he carefully eased himself out of the way, opening his eyes to look up at the woman. He gave a curt nod to her question as he allowed her inside. He looked around warily and then slipped in behind her, closing the door and promptly sitting down behind it. He had to protect everyone. This door was the most perceptible to danger, but perhaps if he ventured out into the seats and cast a protection attack so that no one could overhear them. After all, the public was after White, weren't they? She probably needed protection. Sure, no one would really think to look into an abandoned theater, but if they had seen White enter then he was worried. He had to protect the flock! And, after looking over N's motley crew of misfits, protecting White would be a piece of cake. Especially since N cared so much about her. He looked over at his trainer who was staring out at the Garbodor, his eyes still wet. Ivan shook his head a few times and then filed past White as she watched Princess Sadie. Keepign low to the ground and pressedi nto the shadows, Ivan slipped into the audience, peeking out with his bright blue eyes up at the Garbodor who was joined by White shortly. Concentrating, he set up an illusion around them, casting it to appear as though the whole theater was empty to those not already in it. N wiped his face quickly when he heard the giant door behind him close. Couldn't let White see him like this. Well, not like she hadn't before. But he was trying to be stronger. Better. .....Stronger! Just so that he could be with her and not that ...... other guy. He frowned some and that dried up his tears pretty quickly as Princess Sadie dragged one of her hands across her face to wipe the tears away while staring out at the audience. Well, Ivan. Who was peeking over his seat at her and she was blushing slightly. N looked up and saw White on the ground and he frowned weakly, standing up when she did as well. He hugged her, his arms looping around her waist for the brief contact that he would memorize and relive every hour on the hour for the rest of the day. When she let go, he searched her eyes for emotions toward him as she spoke. What he found, however, made him smile anyway. "You're welcome. I..saw what happened on television, or the coverage anyway and I just wanted to give you a pick-me-up. Or something." He said, confusing himself and sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. But she was off, walking over to talk to Sadie. This was her moment. Not his. He was being stingy. He needed to realize that he'd called her here to listen to Sadie and feel better. Not to pump up his own feelings. Inhale. Exhale. Slow, baby steps to normal life. He pulled his hat off and approached the two females on stage, holding his hat in his hand as he got close. Princess Sadie was smiling cheerfully down at White, listening to her. "Thank you for writing this play for me, sugar. I just can't wait to be a star!" She said, nodding at N who quickly related the same message to White and then continued to stand there, wanting to give them room, while still being part of the conversation. "You're the best thing that ever happened to him and, if you can change his life, I know that your writing means something special and that you can change mine around too." N felt himself blush and he repeated the Garbodor, looking down at his feet nervously and then back up, hoping that White didn't think he was making parts of it up. "I want to add on to what she said, White." N finally piped up, lifting his hat and putting it on top of Sadie's head. She smiled brightly and pulled it down on her head awkwardly, twirling in small circles as N tried to focus in on White, his hands fiddling with the bottom of his white t-shirt. "You really have changed my life, you know. You and everything about you and I'm working as hard as I can to be enough of a person that you can see yourself settling down with. Because, White, I love you and I'm not ever going to let you go." All sense of nervousness stopped and even Sadie stopped twirling. Love? Really? She suddenly perked up and watched curiously as N stared at White, determined. "I know it's taken me a while. But...I love you. I love you." He smiled weakly. "But friends first!" His voice boomed in the theater and he spun around. "When you first said that you were starting pokemon musicals, I didn't know what you were talking about. I didn't know what they were. So, I had to look them up. And I found one that I really liked and I watched it until Priscilla chopped off a lock of my hair." He grinned sheepishly, showing the small bald spot on the side of his head. "Have you....ever heard of The Sound of Music?" He repeated the name shyly, almost like he was embarrassed to admit he liked the musical so much. [/style]

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[TOUKO "WHITE" WHITLEA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #008080; width: 453px; padding: 5px;][style=float: right; border: 2px solid #F0F0F0; ][/style] [style=color: #F0F0F0; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px;]WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO[/style][style=color: #F0F0F0; margin-top: -13px; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: century gothic;]when the best part of me was always you?[/style][style=border-top: 2px solid #F0F0F0; margin-top: -4px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #03A89E; font-size: 10px; padding: 8px; color: #DFF1F1; text-align: justify; width: 380;] White had always been intrigued with the bond that Ivan and N had shared. The pair were closer than most could be, and they seemed to completely understand one another. She had always hoped to find a pokemon that could act on instinct, and although most of her team acted similarly but not to quite the same degree. She was thinking on it as she passed the illusion pokemon, and smiled warmly at him. Someday, she'd be as good a trainer and have a pokemon that believed wholly in her too, maybe even one of her current team. She gave Ivan a quick nod, then moved into the theatre with determination. The press may be hunting her outdoors, but in this place she was protected and with friends, and that meant more to her than anything else could have. She felt rather than saw Ivan move into the audience, too focused on the beautiful scene before her. An actress and theatre queen to her very core, Princess Sadie was a pokemon that she loved to watch, and that she was sure the rest of the world would adore too. Sadie would be the star of a musical, and that was final. As she folded into his embrace for that shortest, most precious moment, she felt home. Like she knew everything was right. However, she again knew that she couldn't stay there, could not betray Cheren the way she had. "It was the greatest pick-me-up I think I'll ever have. The most beautiful thing I've ever heard come from a Pokemon." White had never really spoken to a pokemon before, and Sadie's words had her sniffling all over again. She and N had a way about them. It was intense, and White never wanted it to end because she wanted to know them for as long as their lives entwined. She wanted to be near to them. She had been so centred on the words of the beautifully singing Garbador that she had focused too hard. And that was when N's words sunk in. The young pokemon agent whipped around, her hair flicking around her head the movement was so fast. Her heart pounded in her chest as his words took over her brain. He loved her. He loved her. Arceus have mercy, he loved her. "It could have taken a million years and I wouldn't care. It's so special to hear you say it. You're a wonderful friend, N. You really are. We'll see where life takes us on this journey." She closed the gap between them with tearfilled eyes and threw her arms around his middle, her face buried quite forcefully into his chest. They couldn't be together. White had Cheren, who she had come to care deeply about, and they both still had soul searching to do, but they were the closest of friends. They shared a bond that many people couldn't even share with their husbands or wives. Composing herself - but her arms still locked rather fiercely around N's middle - she breathed out. "The sound of music, hm?" She dared to peek her eyes up at him, looking at the sheepish smile on his face. "I've seen it many times. I think that was a wonderful first choice." She stepped away from him and near to Sadie. Her singing voice was nothing like the Garbador's, and she had always been more eager to direct a musical than to star in it, but her body acted on impulse and she threw her arms out wide as the opening line from the musical sprung forth from her lips. "The hills are alive, with the sound of music! With songs they have sung for a thousand years!" The sound bouncing from the walls, so crisp and beautiful gave the young aspiring writer such a thrill. "Do you sing, N?" She asked whimsically, turning to look at him, then back at Princess Sadie, who had since stopped her twirling. The pokemon was her inspiration. Who else had a dream so beautiful? [/style]

[atrb=style,background-color: #03A89E; color: #DFF1F1;][style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]post for you because I love you. <3 my first on the list. made by garden of on the edge[/style]

[N HARMONIA]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,390px][atrb=valign,center] [style=background: url(http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af202/SKKEI-2010-/Gray_by_kazzoom.jpg); width: 468px; padding: 3px 3px 3px 3px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 22pt; color: #202020; text-shadow: #BAB6B7 3px 3px 0px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;]I keep on fighting.. [/style] [style= background: #858384; border-bottom: 2 px solid #f5f5f5; font-family: georgia; italic; font-size: 7pt; color: #F5F5F5; text-align: center; text-indent: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; width: 348px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;] but there's really nothing left to say.[/style] [style=width: 200px; height: 120px; background-color: #C4C2C3; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; float: left; padding-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: .9; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; color: 000000;] TAG; WHITE! geez this took forever! WORDS; 722 MUSIC; the sound of music! CREDITS; Kei of SA TT and OTE[/style] [style= border:2px; background:url(http://i828.photobucket.com/albums/zz205/idk3life/Other%20Icons/04/07_by-karnevelle.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: #8A8788 2px solid; -moz-border-radius: 100px 100px 100px 100px; border-radius: 100px 100px 10px 10px; float: right; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 11px; line-width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background: url(http://i828.photobucket.com/albums/zz205/idk3life/Other%20Icons/04/07_by-karnevelle.png);height: 100px; width: 100px; border: #8A8788 2px solid; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 100px 100px 10px 10px; float: right; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 6px; line-width: 3px;] [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: 90px; font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; background: #999999; font-color: #000000; opacity: .8; padding: 7px; width: 460px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; border: 2px solid #4F4E4E;] N smiled widely as he watched White, hands tucked behind his back as he watched her prance across the stage, singing one of his all-time favorite songs. Beautiful. As usual. He held his breath and rocked back and forth on his heels as he watched her. When she finished with her small display, he grinned happily down at her, preparing to open his arms and enthuse about how fantastic she had been. But she was asking him a question. Did he sing? Did he? N had to think about it for a moment before he could respond. He stretched his arms over his head and slowly began cracking his knuckles, trying to loosen himself up. He took a deep breath and began with a slow croon. "You-" His voice cracked and a flush covered his thin cheeks. One of his hands jerked up to his mouth and he cleared his throat quickly. His voice started off much quieter as he looked around, wondering how he was going to express himself to her. "You wait, little girl, on an empty stage for fate to turn the light on." He paused and gave her a little bow, looking up at her. His voice was thin, filled with indecisiveness as he began the song. "Your life, little girl, is an empty page that men will want to write on." He purred, watching her as he spun to the side, grabbing onto the proscenium wall. Princess Sadie was standing off to the side, looking amused as she watched her trainer dance around. He winked at her and she giggled to herself, barreling off the stage and into the audience to go sit next to Ivan, covering at least three or four seats with her girth while Ivan sat primly in the seat to her right, eyes on White's reaction to his trainer's singing and dancing. Hopefully she was in the right mood to receive this. He'd only witnessed N singing this song once, and that was in a moment of weakness when he was curled up, watching the movie by himself in his bedroom. "You are seventeen, going on eighteen. Baby, it's time to think." His face flushed at calling her baby. He got over it and continued the song. "Better beware, be canny and careful, baby you're on the brink~" He leapt onto a small bench that had been left on the stage, crouching down on it as he kept his eyes on her, holding his arms to the side so he could keep his balance. He grinned at editing the song for her age, thinking about how clever he was (but not really). It still amazed him that they had the same birthday, something that didn't seem possible. Especially considering Ghetsis had had to tell him when his birthday was; he didn't just inherently know it. "You are seventeen, going on eighteen, fellows will fall in line. Eager young lads and grueways and cads will offer you food and wine~" He jumped off of the bench and got closer to her, smiling brightly as he slipped close to her. He stared into her eyes and then moved away again, circling around her as if in warning. "Totally unprepared are you to face a world of men." He blushed again, swerving past her as he kept watching her during his serenade. He really wasn't that great of a singer, but that clearly wasn't stopping him from trying. "Timid and shy and scared are you of things beyond your ken~" He took a deep breath. "You don't need someone older and wiser telling you what to do, but I am eighteen going on nineteen, I caaan take care of you!" He edited it even more, in hopes that he could show that he cared about her without actually trying to take control of her life. He wanted to be part of it but he didn't want to control her. Hopefully his editting didn't sound weird, though he did squeeze some words in that he didn't think fit in with the actual beat. Did she like it? Only time would tell. [/style]

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