Practice makes Perfect....so they say

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle Ann Warren, rebel extraordinaire was up on the stage, almost rocking back and forth on her feet. She had a little remote in her hand that would start the music and allow her to practice several of the songs she wanted to do for the talent show that would be coming up. It was always a very difficult decision, which song to sing. Now she had to make sure she knew the words well enough, and that she could do this without making a fool out of herself. Of course.....a particular psychopath might make this difficult for her. Psych. Damn him.

Pressing the play button she put the remote down and turned on the microphone. Grasping the microphone with one hand, she smirked just a bit, shaking out her dark hair, red contacts making her eyes almost glow. Tapping her boot clad foot as she smoothed out the black skirt and straightened the red corset like top, she started to sing.

"Yeah I get it you're an outcast,
Always under attack, always coming in last,
Bringing up the past,
No one owes you anything.
I think, you need a shot gun blast, a kick in the ass,
So paranoid,
Watch your back!"

She spun out her hair with a smirk and continued to tap her foot, taking the microphone off the stand and started to walk down the stage.

"Oh my, here we go.
Another loose cannon gone bipoloar,
slip down couldn't get much lower.
Quick sand's got no sense of humor,
I'm still laughing like hell!

You think that crying to me,
looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
that you've been infected by a social disease,
Well then take your medicine!

I've created the sound of madness,
Wrote the book on pain,
somehow I'm still here to explain,
that the darkest hour never comes in the night,
you can sleep with a gun,
but when you gonna wake up and fight
for yourself."

The song continued and she continued to sing, rocking out, rather proud of herself, not noticing if anyone were to come in.

[Pierre Alexander Nakasuki]

Pierre slid into the back of the auditorium, followed by a single servant. The large and imposing boy was Pierre's bodyguard. Pierre found that it was almost never a good idea to be traveling alone, and so he adapted. Like everything else. He had been out for a walk, on his way back to court, when he had heard the music. He was interested in who would be singing Shinedown so well, and he was pleasantly surprised to see Kyle on stage. Crossing his legs, he leaned back in the chair and enjoyed her performance.

Kyle the wild card, Kyle the rebel, Kyle the uncontrollable. His brother was learning this the hard way. She was a firebrand this one, and quite pretty. He wondered why he had never thought to show her his love before.... most likely as she was too busy fighting everyone and everything. So long as Psych continued to try and control her, it gave her a target, and other people could slip in under the radar. He would use her to hurt him.

"The Enemy of my Enemy is my friend." He thought grimly.

When the song had finished Pierre smoothed out his ruffled white tailcoat, and made himself presentable. He stood then, and in one smooth motion, began clapping, as his bodyguard did as well. The sounds of the two's praise echoed through the auditorium. He then put his hands to his mouth and yelled once, not unkindly.

"Encore."

[Kyle Ann Warren]

At the end of her song, she closed her eyes, taking in deep breath before she blinked a few times. Opening her eyes she looked through the tumble of her hair to see Pierre and one of his lackeys standing there clapping for her. Narrowing her eyes just a bit at him, she stood up, straightening her hair out of her face before she picked up the remote and paused the music that was playing. Crossing her arms casually over her chest in a nonthreatening poise, knowing she couldn't beat his bodyguard to a pulp.

Setting the microphone back on it's stand, she walked over to the edge of the stage, and jumped off. Grabbing the water bottle off the side she took a sip, then finally spoke.

"If you're looking for Alena, she's not here, and I'd rather not have your company." she murmured, stretching just a bit before she mentally went through the list of songs she knew she had on that CD to practice. Tapping her finger lightly to her lips, she put one hand on the side of the stage and hopped back up.

"And if you were looking for me for whatever reason.....what the hell do you want? I'm busy practicing, as you can tell." With that she walked back over to the mic stand and closed her eyes, mumbling the names of the songs under her breath. There were quite a few, but not many she would want to sing in front of the present company.

[Pierre Alexander Nakasuki]

Pierre sat thoughtfully, her demeanor quite obviously hostile. He assumed her dislike for him spawned out of his desire to be with Alena, seeing as how close the two were. His fingers played with a cane he carried in his right hand, a dark black wooden affair, with a metal crown, in the shape of a silvery snowflake. He didn't particularly wish anyone to dislike him, much less a girl as attractive as Kyle, unless you were talking about Psych... in which case he wished all the dislike that could be heaped. He spoke out now, his voice carrying well through the open space.

"Actually, I was just passing by and I heard the music. I was very impressed Kyle, you are an extremely well gifted singer. However now that you mentioned it, I did wish to speak with you, so my being here is... multifaceted."

He stood up again, and this time began to make his way to the front of the theater, his bodyguard staying just a few steps behind him. He reached the stage, and with a kingly air, leaned against it while looking up at her, careful to stay alert to her movements, should she fly off the handle and try to kick him.

"I feel like we have gotten off on the wrong foot Kyle. And I just wanted to perhaps... extend an invitation for you and Alena to come to dinner tonight. Unless you are busy of course. Free food, Winter court hospitality, and no attachments, or requirements."

He smiled warmly, he was prepared to be kind, courteous, and a good friend to Kyle, should she refuse his offer of love, but if she persisted in her ridiculous notion that she would keep Alena away from him, things could get ugly fast. Kyle was one girl, and no matter how talented or brave, or headstrong she was, she couldn't survive the onslaught of a full court press, should she find herself without protection. At least, not for long.

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Looking at Pierre as if he had a bug on his head, she just raised a brow. Oh this boy used charm to manipulate while Psych used force, personally, she could care less what either of them wanted. That's what she told herself anyway. Moving over to the edge of the stage she moved down to sit at the edge of it and just look at him. Crossing one leg over the other, her hands rested neatly in her lap. For the moment she'd listen, and at least pretend to be the proper lady that Gloria had wanted her to be. Thinking of Gloria though made her want to twitch.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes, showing how cold she could be. "You forget that I want nothing to do with the courts at all Pierre, and I'm already pulled enough into the Shadow Court by Alena, that I hate both. So....stop trying to get on my good side to get to Alena," she said politely before she pushed herself back up and went over to the microphone.

Turning the microphone back on, she scrolled through the songs in her head once again, then smirked. Pressing the number five on the remote, she put it back down, waiting for the music to start playing. Moving to the beat of the music, she picked up the mic then looked at him with a smirk.

"Superstar, where you from how's it going?
I've know you've got a clue what your doing.
You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here,
But I know what you are, what you are baby.

Look at you getting more than just a re-up,
Baby, you've got all the puppets with the strings up,
Fakin like a good one but I call like I see 'em
I know what you are, what you are baby.

Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer
Oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer baby.
You, you-you-are,, you, you-you-are.
Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer"

She smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder, then paused the song, scrolling through them once again with a smirk.

[Pierre Alexander Nakasuki]

Pierre straightened, offended at her remarks, even if they were technically true. He listened to her verse and chorus and nodded slowly. Kyle didn't understand, He was what was best for Alena, and best for the school. This was quite simple, he would have Alena, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. Eventually, it was as certain as the winter preceding spring. Inevitable. When the music ended Pierre tapped the cane on the ground noisily and turned, heading for the door, tossing a comment over his shoulder as he went.

"The offer still stands Kyle. Consider it... A gift to cover the cost of the trouble you've been through at the school. I'm not trying to get to Alena, I wanted to show you friendship. Perhaps you will realize one day, that people sometimes just want to help. Perhaps you will realized that before you die alone."

Pierre did not allow his annoyance to show in his walk as he made his way up the stairs, heading towards the court. Perhaps it was time to pay Psych a visit. "Soon." He thought, soon he would make his first move.

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Shaking her head a bit she smirked after him, oh she had all the friends she needed. Alena and Aidan were her friends, and she loved them dearly. Stretching up onto the balls of her feet, she pressed play, and just danced to the music that was playing over the speakers now. Despite what people though, she was actually a bit more artistic and softer when she was with music. He was actually lucky he had a bodyguard that close to him, or she would have kicked him, then started dancing. Oh she was full of mischief today.

A laugh left her lips and she spun around before she shook out her hair, trailing her fingers through it, shaking her head some. Oh, she was done practicing singing for the day, her inspiration was taken away. Jumping down off the stage, she turned off the music and grabbed her water bottle as she headed for the door. Now she was going to get ready to go to the pool, or really the hot tub, she deserved it for self restraint.

Spinning around before she pulled out her ipod from her pockets and put the earbuds in her ears. Slipping out of the music room she yawned, then started to hum to the music in her ears as she started down the hall towards her room, avoiding any nymphos along the way.