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Christina's mouth gaped into a yawn that she couldn't control. She hadn't gotten sleep in a few weeks, and that resulted in not feeling as perky as she usually was and definitely not being at the top of her game. She had to keep some Advil on her now, just because migraines came and went because of her exhaustion. Her limbs even hurt.

She didn't know how she got in this condition, she just knew she was tired and had had some sleepless nights in the last few weeks. Chris tilted her head back, dirty blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she studied the blue sky from where she was nestled between a tree and the lion statue of the New York Public Library. She leaned her head back against the gray stone of the statue, setting the notebook and pen she was holding aside, next to her messenger bag sitting beside her and on top of her black guitar case.

She had never really dressed very stylish or kept up-to-date with fashion. Her messenger bag was bulky, well-used, and patched up in some places because she had had it for so long. She was wearing her favorite Converse, some jeans with rips in them, and a plain Hollister t-shirt. Her hair was straightened today and hanging down.

Chris blinked her aqua-colored eyes away from the sky, suppressing another yawn as she glanced at her blank notebook sitting next to her. She needed some muse, and quick. Something needed to happen to help her with some lyrics. Really, that was why she had come here. She had felt cooped up in the house, but now that she was out, she felt even more tired than she had before - with even less brainpower.

, so let's all just live a happy life.

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[<~~Christian Price~~>]

As Christian got his books from the library, he made his way down the stone stairs being in town this long was killing him in honesty. Brown hair, sapphire blue eyes a few eyes gave him glances as they walked by, girls giggled. Yet he remained in his own zone, seemingly going over a line over and over again, his hands moving as he mouthed it. A pair of jeans were adorning his legs, he had a white t-shirt on and a jean jacket to finish that off, and a pair of checkered vans. Every once and a while he would try to stop in his tracks but there were just so many people, talk about over whelming.

Deciding that laying under a tree was good enough for him he made his way over, laying down under it he rested his hands on his chest and closed his eyes for a minute. Sitting up more, he ran a hand threw his brown hair, letting out a breath as his eyes were glued to the pages. Then he got some feeling that he was not the only person there and that made him feel a bit stupid for rehearsing his lines in the front of some random person. Shutting the book lightly he thought about looking to see who it was and all that ran threw his head was might as well do it. Then again, it might be one of those people who asked to shake his hand and stuff, Price records was a popular recording company after all.

In magazines they made sure to have his face plastered on every page about them, talking of how he was one of the most good looking guys of the summer or whatever. Did those people not have lives to live so somehow they created one in his own or something? Not like it mattered to him, as long as the person near him was not one of those people...camera flashes were going to have a effect on his eyes pretty soon. Turning around to face them he saw a girl, she was not as bad as what he thought was going to be behind him and that made him smile, a few passing people glancing at him. "I'm sorry it seems as though I perhaps am disturbing you" his sapphire eyes shimmered as his words flowed together.

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Christina lifted her notebook and pen up from her guitar case where they were sitting. She set them back in her lap, glaring at the page in a rather childish manner. If she had to strain her brain, she would. She crossed her legs beneath her, listing to the sounds of the people busying themselves around her. She didn't really need to drown out things to work, truthfully, she worked better in the midst of chaos and noise. But, that was her personality. She wasn't exactly 'normal' as most people would call her.

Chris barely tilted her head when she heard a sound on the side of the statue, she saw checkered Vans and the pant legs of jeans walk by and in front of her, making their way over to the tree. Christina knew it was a guy that had joined her company, if he was even willing to speak to her or if he was just going to do her own thing. She didn't mind either way. After all, she didn't own the statue or the tree. Anyone and everyone was free to do what they wanted. Christina listened to his quiet voice as he murmured some lines under his breath, over and over. He was trying to memorize them, she could tell.

Her hand slowly drew random, 3-D shapes at the top of her notebook. She had someone just a few feet away from her, but she was unsure of whether or not he wanted the company, if she were to speak to him. Truthfully, Chris rather hated these kinds of situations where she couldn't decide if she wanted to be the outgoing person she was or just seclude herself. Chris looked up when he spoke, though, which instantly chose her answer. She'd speak back.

Chris smiled. His words and voice had a nice rhythm, and he wasn't rude or anything. "No problem, I don't mind," she replied. In the back of her mind, she figured that was a simple enough answer. Sometimes she didn't know how to speak to people in New York, even after living here longer than she had in the small town she had moved to before coming back home.

[<~~Christian Price~~>]

She seemed nice, a smile painted her face which spoke that she did not really all that mind him being there. He had not been around here for all that long and getting to know people was sort of a rockie thing for him but people who were sweet to him usually helped. He had no idea how to speak to people here, he had lived here and then spent the bulk of his life in California, even then. When he was in California he spent days on the beach with a script, reading. Though California and New York had some similarities that he could see, people seemed a bit a like in this town the fact that they were all spread out.

Looking at the guitar Christian gave another light smile to her and pointed to the case, he felt rather blunt and stupid saying this but oh well. "You must be a musician if I am not mistaken" Christian respected musicians especially ones that had there own certain flair, it was sad but he hated general ones. It was easy for them to blend and fade with the other artists, but what he loved was when there was some band or sing that defied to be like everyone else. "Well it seems as though a introduction has slipped my mind" he said resting his elbow on his knee and looking at her. "I'm Christian Price, my father is the owner of a record company in town I'm kind of new here...if you want to call it that" he said with a small laugh.

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Christina's eyes darted to the side towards her guitar case. Tucked neatly within the velvet lining of the black case was her most prized possession. Her dear, older brother had paid money, a lot of money out of his own wallet just to buy her a standard acoustic Taylor guitar, ivory and mahogony-colored. She loved the thing with all of her heart. Sure, it was becoming well-used with all of the local playing she had been doing lately, but she loved the thing to death and took care of it as if it were a pet, maybe. She would never give her guitar up.

She turned back to look at him. "Yeah, just local stuff, though. Nothing big," she said, adding, "but maybe someday." Christina leaned back against the statue again, listening to her company. He was nice and sincere, from what she picked up. And plus, it was really calming her and waking her up at the same time to talk to someone besides family and stare at the blank notebook page that was haunting her, for it should've had lyrics on it by now.

"Ah, you're right," she agreed, having not even noticed they had skipped introductions, "I'm Christina. Christina Graham, but you can just call me Chris if you want." She smiled slighlty, "That's really cool your dad owns a recording company. And don't worry about being new, New York isn't as big and bad as it seems."