Practicing in Peace[open]

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Paxton glanced around at the area surrounding the stage, breathing out a sigh of relief when he confirmed that no one was around. He shuffled quietly towards the side of the stage and sat down, hoping that the stage would hide the fact that he was there. He wanted to practice so bad but the thought of practicing somewhere where other people could hear made him squirm with anxiety so he had been wandering around searching for a spot where no one else was near and the stage was the first place he had found where no other teen was lingering. Truthfully he didn't even want to be at this camp; sure, he loved music but being around all the other kids was exactly like being in school, all the people laughing with their friends while he hid in the corners and tried his best to be ignored.

Pulling his hat further down on his head, Paxton slid his guitar case off of his shoulder and sat it in front of his crossed legs. He unzipped the case and gently took out his guitar, smiling happily at the sight of it. It had taken a whole summer of lawn mowing and walking his neighbor's dogs to earn enough money to buy it but he loved the instrument and wouldn't trade it for the world. He hummed under his breath as he started to strum the strings, shifting through his thoughts to remember the chords of the song he had been working on.

[LOREN ISOBEL CHRISTENSEN.]

we're living it up, make this night ours
WE OWN THE WORLD, I WISH THIS COULD LAST FOREVER

Today's weather was great. Weather's always unpredictable even in the summer, that's why Isobel packed a variety of clothes with her. For today, the sun was hidden behind the clouds and there was even a relaxing breeze. 'Perfect day to wear this!' Izzy thought excitedly when she was back at their cabin, rummaging her suitcases (yes, all three of them!) for her blue baby doll dress, one that she still haven't worn yet. Before the blond went to camp, she always made sure to shop first. She did get somewhat a reputation in her first few summers here of being 'the fashionista', anyway. (Even if others laughed at her. Lesson learned: never wear -- or even think of bringing heels here!)

For now, Isa saw no wrong in wearing something other than their usual work clothes. Besides, if she recalled their camp itinerary correctly, today was supposed to be just an instrument-intensive day, and not a rec-day. There wouldn't be any physically demanding activities today, in short. So, Isobel gladly wore her dress, paired with denim shorts (just because she wouldn't like to expose herself), lacy tights and flat boots. She amused herself with wearing a padlock necklace (inspired by Sid Vicious, really) and a pair of key earrings. Izzy headed out of the cabin with her guitar strapped behind her back, while clutching on her usual rose-colored aviators.

She was several minutes too early for their session, her classmates weren't even where they're supposed to be yet. But Izzy took this opportunity to walk around Flat Lake Camp. It's not as if she's completely incompetent being on her own. "Whoa...!" she exclaimed when she saw Paxton, a third trooper guitarist, at the stage. But it wasn't him she was surprised to see (contrary to popular belief, Izzy's a bit shy when it comes to the third troopers... they just seem so good at what they're doing, that she basically gets intimidated) it was his guitar! "Awesome guitar, dude." Isa exclaimed, wide eyed as she approached.

SKETCH IS TOO TIRED AND LAZY TO CHANGE THE POST TEMPLATE. HARHAR! THIS POST IS FOR PAXTON / AND TO ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO JOIN. LOREN'S ALL DRESSED UP LIKE THIS. AND I DON'T COUNT WORDS. :]