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Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 24, 2008 15:57:42 GMT -5
Hélène gave the woman a small grateful smile as she took another sip from her glass. She glanced around her kitchen as Nicolette began to speak. It seemed like Nicolette had her life in order, the woman was a singer and probably traveled a bit to a few French speaking countries. Hélène herself was used to travel, but probably not as much as this woman, all Hélène had to do was drive to a photoshoot and then do a few poses and done. Nicolette probably had to promote her music and make tours, etc, etc.
Hélène quickly nodded when the woman said the last song. "Yes, I've heard Le Temps Qui Compte, I heard that when I first moved to Quebec," Hélène said, quickly, the brain-mouth barrier ceasing to exist as she continued talking about hearing the song. "I love that song, I even had it played at my wedding." Hélène quickly clamped her mouth shut, relizing she had spoken a bit too much. "So, you trying to break into English songs now or what?" She asked, changing the subject to something a bit more interesting. "Is that why you moved here?"
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Post by Nicolette Lesueur on Sept 24, 2008 16:16:25 GMT -5
Nicolette took another sip of her Coke, taking a deep breath after her speech. Though she spoke of her life highly, she missed out on her childhood because of her career. She missed out on a lot of it with her touring across the country, recording her music, and promoting it everywhere. She loved her career, but she also sometimes wished she could go back and have a normal childhood. She especially wished this when the tabloids started nasty rumors about her.
Nicolette nodded when Helene talked about Le temps qui compte. She loved that song, she thought it was really beautiful song. When she mentioned her wedding, Nicolette raised her eyebrows, but didn't mention anything. She didn't want the woman getting more rigid. She'd mention something later. When Helene mentioned her English career, she nodded. "Well, i'm doing both. I'm trying to make it in English, but i'm also trying to bring French music to the English market. I'm still gonna make French albums, but i'm gonna do English ones, too, and promote both of them in the US, Canada and France. Maybe some other places, too, if the record company wants me to. I don't know what they really want yet, i'm only just finishing the writing process of the record." She took a deep breath. "Sorry if I sound snobby in anyway by going on and on."
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Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 24, 2008 16:26:31 GMT -5
Hélène listened to the woman speak. She really wanted to do this, she wanted to bring French music to the English speaking countries. An admirable notion, French was one of the least common European languages in America, Hélène had learned that when she moved here. Even German seemed to be more popular. Being a native French girl, Hélène loved the language, speaking it was like slipping into a comfortable pair of slippers, ones that always fit.
Hélène laughed slightly when Nicolette suggested that she sounded snobby. "Oh, no no. This is your art, your life," Hélène said in support of the woman. She took another sip of wine before continuing. "Your very soul is the music you sing and the languages you sing it in, it's a good thing that you try to spread your gift." Hélène then smiled sheepishly and said, "Though, it may just be the wine talking or something." Hélène then said point blank, "I'm a, uh, model."
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Post by Nicolette Lesueur on Sept 24, 2008 16:44:47 GMT -5
Nicolette nodded when Helene said that she wasn't being snobby. "Oh, that's good. I was worried for a moment that I would sound that away by going on about my career." When she listened to her talk about her music being her life and soul, she smiled, since Helene was absolutly right. Nicolette loved to write her songs, play her guitar, and sing her music, it was her passion. She loved writing fun uplifting songs, and passionate love songs. She was glad that Helene understood her.
She laughed when Helene suggested it might be the wine. "Maybe you just had a really passionate moment. We all have those." When she mentioned that she was a model, Nicolette looked at Helene with admiration. "Oh, wow, that's amazing. I would've never had the courage to be a model. I don't think i'm that pretty, really. But you're gorgeous, so I can see why you'd be drawn to modeling. It's always fascinated me."
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Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 24, 2008 16:53:21 GMT -5
Hélène scuffed one of her shoes on the floor as Nicolette spoke. "Nah, singing may be your career but I'm sure writing music and making music is your life," Hélène said with a small shrug. She was pretty insightful on people, but she rarely said the things she gathered out loud, it embarressed her slightly. She was also pretty bad at being introspective, while people could talk for hours and hours about themselves, she could barely say a sentence about herself. She was never good at being descriptive.
Hélène snorted a small laugh when Nicolette said 'passionate moment', to her it meant something dirty. She stiffled the laugh and nodded slightly. "Thank you, I'm not all that pretty, compared to most of the American girls but I get by enough," She said with another small shrug. She took a deep drink from the wine glass and continued, "It's not all that hard, get dressed up all pretty, do a few poses, listen as the photographer yells at you for no reason." She laughed slightly and said, "It's like any other job but with a game of 'dress-up' mixed in."
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Post by Nicolette Lesueur on Sept 24, 2008 17:15:16 GMT -5
Nicolette nodded when Helene spoke about writing and making music being her life. She smiled at her. "You're very right about that. Making and writing music is my everything, basically." She laughed a little. She was so talkitive. It seemed that she could never shut up for some reason. She hoped that she never annoyed anyone with just talking too much in general, let alone talking about her career.
She heard Helene snort and laugh a little when she said passionate moment, and she chuckled a bit. "Sorry, i'm still learning English, you know!" She said this in a teasing tone. When Helene talk about not being that pretty compared to other girls, she shook her head. "No, you are. You have this classy beauty about you, it's really nice." She laughed when Helene described modeling. "Well, i'm sure the camera would break no matter how much make-up I put on me, 'oney!" Nicolette laughed again. She then thought about something, then looked at Helene. "You know, I was gonna go over to the studio and play around with a couple of the completed instrumentals I got done for a few of my new songs in a little while. I told you that i';m still in the writing process, but the record company is trying to speed up production, so we got a couple instrumentals done. Would you like to come with me and hear me doing some recording?"
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Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 24, 2008 17:36:03 GMT -5
Hélène smiled and nodded. "I get it. I understand, new languages are a pain," Hélène said with another small nod as she sipped again from the glass of wine, the glass was slick with condensation and she nearly let it slip out of her hands. "But, I was raised learning both French and English, but it took moving here to get rid of the French accent, although I can throw it in when I like," She said with a small smile and shrug.
Hélène was talking a bit more freely with Nicolette, she didn't know if it was the wine or the fact that she was getting a bit more comfortable with the woman. Hélène didn't have many friends, and she only counted one as a pretty close friend. That would be Arkady, her seventeen year old housemate. Yes, how sad that a twenty-eight year old woman's only friend was a seventeen year old. Sometimes Hélène felt a bit stupid thinking of the younger girl as a friend.
"Uh, thank you," Hélène said, unsure of how to accept the compliment. She was a modest woman, not one to take compliments easily without adding a bit of critiscim to them first. Someone would say her eyes are pretty, Hélène would say she needed reading glasses. If someone complimented the way she dressed, she'd say she was lucky she picked something nice. And on and on. "I've heard people call me a classy beauty, I've heard it so much I'm starting to believe it," She said with a small smile.
"Would I!" Hélène said with all the enthusiasim of a sixteen year old girl who had been told she was going to meet some handsome guy from a television show. She loved music, she had sung a bit but she considered herself not all the good at it, she also enjoyed playing the piano. She downed the last of her wine with a quick gulp and put the glass in the sink. "Ok, I'm ready," She said, even though she was still dressed up from her photoshoot. "You're driving," She said with a sheepish smile.
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Post by Nicolette Lesueur on Sept 24, 2008 18:01:43 GMT -5
Nicolette nodded, taking another sip of her Coke. "You're 100% right, new languages are the biggest pain. I've been taking English for a while now, and I still struggle with it a little. English is such a complicted language. It makes my head spin!" She laughed a little. She listened to how Helene was brought up with both languages, and smiled. She wished that was how she was brought up, too. It would make her life a whole lot easier if she knew both languages.
Nicolette nodded when Helene akwardly said thank you. She seemed very modest about her looks, and Nicolette liked that. She hated arrogent people who thought they were on top of the world. Her Aunt Louise was like that, and she couldn't stand her aunt. The biggest primadonna you'll ever meet. Nicolette laughed when Helene talked about being a classy beauty. "Well, at least you're accepting the truth!" She winked, smiling
She started laughing when Helene had such enthusiam for going to the studio. "Well, i've never seen someone with this much enthusiasm. If you really wanna go, then go ahead." She laughed a little again when Helene quickly finished her drink and was ready to go. She also nodded when she said Nicolette was driving, returning Helene's grin. "Alright, 'oney! Let's go, i've been dying to drive my car, anyway. I haven't just taken a drive in a long time, just to get groceries and stuff." She finished her Coke, threw it out, and then walked out of the house, starting to walk towards her car. ((It's your choice if you want to just skip the car ride and go straight up the studio))
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Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 24, 2008 19:20:06 GMT -5
"The first step is accepting your hot," Hélène joked, her jokes were usually the worst because she either tried too hard or didn't try at all. She didn't have problems with the way she looked, but she didn't try to overstate what she had. Modesty, maybe, realistic, yes. Becoming a model hadn't given her a warped view of herself, she still thought she was just another French girl.
She glanced down at the floor when Nicolette said she had never seen someone so enthusiastic about going to a studio. "Well, I bet you would be kinda excited going to a photoshoot, right?" She asked, looking up at Nicolette. Hélène smiled at the woman, Nicolette was ready to go, probably not as quickly as Hélène but she did say she was ready. "Ok, great," She saudm following Nicolette out of the house, locking it behind herself.
(OOC: Yeah, just skip the car ride.)
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Post by Nicolette Lesueur on Sept 24, 2008 19:39:12 GMT -5
Nicolette started cracking up at Helene's joke. "Oh, yeah, i'm really burning. With my long nose, pointy chin, thin lips, defined cheekbones, yeah i'm a real beauty!" She kept laughing, as she made sure to get her guitar and notebook, also. When she asked about the photoshoot, Nicolette nodded. "Yeah, that'd defanitly be a really great experience." When she got to the car, she walked into the car, and waited for Helene to get in. She put her guitar and notebook in the back seat.
Nicolette got the car started, but kept it in place. She checked how much gas she had, and rolled her eyes. Gas prices were so ridiculously high, and she would need to fill up again soon. She'd do that on the way back or something, she had enough to last her. ((Ok, museless moment ))
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Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 24, 2008 19:51:59 GMT -5
Hélène smiled slightly and shook her head. If the woman was going to be a pessimist, Hélène would let her. When Hélène was pessmistic, she didn't want people to point out the good side of things, she didn't want them to try to cheer her up, she wanted people to just understand she saw things in a different light then they did. But, some people were different. Some people when they cried they wanted to be hugged, others just wanted to cry it out. People were to different from each other, Hélène didn't always like it.
"See? I'm glad you think it would be," Hélène said, climbing into the passenger side of the car. It felt weird sitting on the right side of a car without a steering wheel in front of her. Oh well. She smoothed down the expensive dress she was wearing. She hoped she didn't do anything to mess the dress up. "Maybe I could let you come to a photoshoot, maybe of course. They run a tight ship around there," Hélène said with a quick shrug, "Sometimes I think they'll just get rid of me and photograph the clothes."
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Post by Nicolette Lesueur on Sept 25, 2008 17:27:45 GMT -5
Nicolette turned the radio on, flipping through some stations. She didn't like a lot of the mainstream music. She defanitly liked some of it, but some of it was just really bad to her. She sighed as she started humming the melody to one of the songs she had written. She tapped her fingers on the dashboard, waiting for Helene to get on the passenger side.
When Helene got onto the passenger side, Nicolette smiled and stopped humming. When Helene suggested going to a photoshoot with her, Nicolette grinned. "Oh, that'd be great! I've always wanted to see a photoshoot" She pulled out of her driveway, and drove to the studio in town. When she got there, she walked out of the car and started walking into the studio. When she got in, she put her notebook and guitar down.
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Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 27, 2008 15:21:11 GMT -5
Hélène was quiet during the car ride to the music studio. She always felt weird when she was in another persons car, she didn't know why. It was like she didn't belong or something. She felt like a little kid getting driven around by their mother. Though, to be fair, she didn't actually know what that was like, her mother had a chauffeur for Hélène before she could drive. It had been a bit humiliating but she had gotten use to it.
Hélène followed Nicolette quickly as they walked towards the studio. She felt a bit stupid for not changing out of the photoshoot dress, people would be staring at her now because of how hair was made up and the makeup and the dress. Once actually inside the studio, she stood there awkwardly, feeling once again like she didn't belong.
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Post by Nicolette Lesueur on Sept 27, 2008 20:05:48 GMT -5
Nicolette opened her e-mail account on the computer in the studio, to see if the record company sent her any e-mails. When she opened her e-mail, she saw an e-mail from the record company. She opened the e-mail, and saw that they wanted to have the title be either "Nicolette", and the album would have about 12 tracks, and they sent her some of the instrumentals, which included the guitar parts she recorded, that she could use to make some demos with. She opened the instrumentals up, and set them up.
Nicolette turned to Helene, and smiled. "Ok, so they sent me some instrumentals, and they said I could make some demos with them. I love this one song that I wrote, so I think i'm gonna try that one before anything else. It's called Je t'aime encore, but it's in English. Just that line is French. You don't mind just watching for a bit, right?" She smiled again, trying to be assured that she wasn't being pushy.
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Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 28, 2008 12:34:17 GMT -5
Hélène sat down in a chair on the opposite side of the desk that Nicolette's computers sat on. She sat with her hands in her lap and smiled at the people who walked past, which happened rarely as Nicolette checked her emails. Once Nicolette spoke up, Hélène jumped slightly, having gotten a bit absorbed into the near silence of the studio. She was a bit grateful for the break in the silence, long spans of it usually made her loose track of time.
She listened and nodded when Nicolette finished. "No, not at all," Hélène said, standing up, not sure if she actually had to go anywhere with Nicolette to watch. "It would pretty much be the same if you were at a photoshoot with me, but this is far more interesting. You make music," She said and in honesty, that was true. At a photoshoot all Nicolette would get to see was Hélène do stupid poses for a camera, here Hélène would get to see how Nicolette made her music.
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