Adventures in singing class.
Met a guy in vocal class - okay, met him the first day two weeks ago, but we were talking. I was writing out notes on a story I'm planning out, and he just sort of took it and said, "I usually look over my friend's outlines for things he writes, let me see." And then, uh.
And then I pretty much died of embarrassment, because, hello, bandom. Names like Gerard and Bob (he put a little notation, 'too generic') and Travis and William and Spencer and Jon and Panic and Hush Sound and MCR and the phrase dub-con deliciousness. And then he thought for a minute. And then he started writing a note at the bottom.
AND I DIED INSIDE. Because, uh, number one? WHAT IF HE KNEW I WAS WRITING BANDOM. Eternal... augh. It's weird talking about fanfiction and stuff in real life, because... then you realize how ashamed of it you should be. Also? WHAT IF HE RECOGNIZED BANDOM BY THE NAMES. I was drafting an LJ post in my head.
And he handed it back and it was a long note about the innappropriate names... that there were at LEAST five different time periods, and it was just an odd mix, I should consider changing them.
I just. I couldn't leave that there. I explained about the... real life thing? and the bands. and. Stuff.
And he wrote (we were passing notes on my story plans, yes, because our teacher has the ears of a hawk, okay) "So you want.... them to be....? ugh... that's... ugh."
And I wrote, "I'm not going to justify that with an answer. And I told you not to read it."
And he wrote, "So it's like kingdom hearts fanfiction only worse."
And I wrote, "Debatable. At least I'm not a gamer chick."
And he wrote, "To each his own I guess. I used to be gay, the story itself doesn't weird me out."
And I.... hesitated, and this went on in my head: USED TO BE GAY. Uh. You know it doesn't... work like that? Like, at all. You can't... uh. Okay.
So I wrote, "Straight now, so. Yay heteronormativity?"
And he wrote, "I didn't want that lifestyle. And it went against my beliefs I guess."
And I wrote, "I don't judge either way."
And he wrote, "Thank you."
THIS IS THE STORY OF MY EPIC NOT-GAY SORT OF CUTE FRIEND WHO SINGS ITALIAN OPERA WITH ME AT COLLEGE.
Also AHAHA I don't have an explicitly not-gay icon, so I went with THE GAYEST ONE I HAVE. Complete with incest.
And then I pretty much died of embarrassment, because, hello, bandom. Names like Gerard and Bob (he put a little notation, 'too generic') and Travis and William and Spencer and Jon and Panic and Hush Sound and MCR and the phrase dub-con deliciousness. And then he thought for a minute. And then he started writing a note at the bottom.
AND I DIED INSIDE. Because, uh, number one? WHAT IF HE KNEW I WAS WRITING BANDOM. Eternal... augh. It's weird talking about fanfiction and stuff in real life, because... then you realize how ashamed of it you should be. Also? WHAT IF HE RECOGNIZED BANDOM BY THE NAMES. I was drafting an LJ post in my head.
And he handed it back and it was a long note about the innappropriate names... that there were at LEAST five different time periods, and it was just an odd mix, I should consider changing them.
I just. I couldn't leave that there. I explained about the... real life thing? and the bands. and. Stuff.
And he wrote (we were passing notes on my story plans, yes, because our teacher has the ears of a hawk, okay) "So you want.... them to be....? ugh... that's... ugh."
And I wrote, "I'm not going to justify that with an answer. And I told you not to read it."
And he wrote, "So it's like kingdom hearts fanfiction only worse."
And I wrote, "Debatable. At least I'm not a gamer chick."
And he wrote, "To each his own I guess. I used to be gay, the story itself doesn't weird me out."
And I.... hesitated, and this went on in my head: USED TO BE GAY. Uh. You know it doesn't... work like that? Like, at all. You can't... uh. Okay.
So I wrote, "Straight now, so. Yay heteronormativity?"
And he wrote, "I didn't want that lifestyle. And it went against my beliefs I guess."
And I wrote, "I don't judge either way."
And he wrote, "Thank you."
THIS IS THE STORY OF MY EPIC NOT-GAY SORT OF CUTE FRIEND WHO SINGS ITALIAN OPERA WITH ME AT COLLEGE.
Also AHAHA I don't have an explicitly not-gay icon, so I went with THE GAYEST ONE I HAVE. Complete with incest.