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WHO: Open to people in the general area of the MAC building.
WHERE: MAC and the surrounding block.
WHEN: January 6th, approx 12PM
WARNINGS: Excessive use of Adam Lambert and also excessive dancing/singing.
SUMMARY: Ryan doesn't want to be back in the City. So he's just going to make everyone in the MAC miserable with him.
FORMAT: Either is fine, I'm terribly unpicky.

The situation was very simple: Ryan did not like being pulled out of roles to be recast in roles he no longer fit or wanted to fit. His place as "hero" of a faux New York City was one that he no longer wanted to fill and he was being expected to fill it again despite the fact that he had been truly awful at it the first time around. So he was going to do things differently. It wasn't his City and he didn't care about it anymore.

The script told him to be a hero. He was going to be an annoyance. A trickster concerned with nothing but his own amusement.

And to start, he was going to cause some chaos. It wouldn't be anything the City hadn't been through before - just a little musical disruption - but the intensity of it would probably be unlike anything they had ever experienced.

Ryan was on the roof of the MAC building, hooking speakers up to a extension cord that was plugged into a outlet. The speakers would disappear in about four hours, as would the microphone, because there was no point in spending money when using his powers would ensure everything would disappear and there wouldn't be evidence. Suddenly, Ryan was glad that he'd played around with his powers so much when he'd been in the City previously. It made it much easier to set up everything.

The CD slid into the stereo system and Ryan pressed play, a smirk playing on his lips. The music blasted behind him and he took his place at the microphone.

"So hot out the box,
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up, heat it up -
I need to be entertained.
Push the limit, are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid.
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby"

[ooc: notes! Unfortunately, the closer you come to Ryan the more power he has over you. He's maxing out his powers, so unless your character would never in a million years play along/have powers that counteract Ryan's, sorry. You've been recruited as backup dancers/singers. Feel free to try and stop Ryan, but know that he's shielded himself and he's likely to make you do something embarrassing. Other than that, have fun! It's easier that way.]

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A cocked eyebrow was her initial response as he began to sing to her, but it changed to a small smile after just a few verses. The Beatles. He certainly had good taste. She had seen them in concert once, and had been rather impressed; they had created a new era of music, and she had to respect them for that.

The song was familiar, and she searched the recesses of her mind until she recognized it completely. That was a good song. She cleared her throat and jumped in for a few verses:

"Is it right
That you and I should fight
Every night?
Just the sight of you
Makes nighttime bright
Very bright."

There were two constant truths in the universe regarding the Beatles (according to Ryan): one, everyone knew the Beatles and two, there was just no possible way to go wrong if you were singing the Beatles. Ever.

And regardless of the that fact that a book had once told him "I Want to Hold Your Hand" was the greatest love song, Ryan just didn't like singing it that much. It wasn't a solo song - more of a group song for when everyone was just a little bit tipsy and the karaoke machine was right there. So Ryan sang something else, something he and Sharpay had once danced around to while singing into hairbrush microphones.

"Haven't I the right to make it up girl?
It's only love and that is all,
Why should I feel the way I do?"

It got the girl to sing along either way - which was the idea. She wasn't doing it because he was forcing her to, though, and that made him kind of happy. It was nice to know that not everyone in the City had the resistance of wet toilet paper.

If he had said those universal truths to Scathach, she would have completely agreed. The Beatles had a mania after them, for goodness sake. Not many bands or musicians throughout history could claim as much. Besides that, their music had been truly inspiring, worldwide.

In all honestly, the redhead couldn't even sense his powers, or that he had any at all--to her, he was simply a rather melodramatic teenager who had decided to attempt to entertain the population. He was certainly succeeding in her eyes.

"It's only love, and that is all.
But it's so hard loving you.
Yes it's so hard loving you, loving you."

Simply put, Ryan was a drama queen when he wanted to be. It was an Evans thing, really. They were practically raised to throw hissy fits and temper tantrums - which was something that Sharpay had always been good at and Ryan attempted not to do because he wanted to be normal. Relatively.

. . . That was a lie. Ryan didn't throw fits because he figured everyone had enough on their hands dealing with Sharpay and he was nice enough to stay in the shadows behind her. But here, there was no Sharpay to upstage him and there was no Kelsi to talk reason into him. So as the music died down, he queued up something else that wasn't so mainstream and was sheerly because he felt like being a drama queen.

"Dancing is a language
That is felt instead of heard.
You can whisper, sing, or shout
Without so much as a word!"

Hey. It was a love song (http://www.allmusicals.com/lyrics/littlemermaid/onestepcloser.htm)! To a pretty redhead even - though Ryan had his doubts that the pretty redhead sitting on the building across the way used to be a mermaid, seeing as she had been singing along with him.

When he started the new song, Scatty raised her eyebrow once more. That was certainly a change in pace. She had seen the musical before, and knew the song well; she didn't join in on this one, though, preferring to simply listen. She did give him a light applause when he paused, swinging her legs and tapping her heels against the building's side.

It had certainly been a while since she had been... serenaded. That was the only word she could find for it.

It's kind of masochistic, singing a song that's basically a mellow version of something you sang to your ex(?)-boyfriend, but Ryan's done a lot worse to himself and it isn't like anyone can tell so Ryan feels safe, somehow, in pretending for a few minutes. He does a simple turn and smiles.

"Like so!
Just let your emotions tell your body what to do -
See how much a single gesture can reveal.
And every little step, every single step,
Is one step closer to saying what you feel."

For a moment, Ryan wishes he actually had someone there to dance with him. It's something that he shakes off quickly, because it's a little bit of a poisonous feeling. Toxic, really.

A wry smile flicked over her lips for just a moment; he was singing about emotions, which she lacked. It was ironic, to her. She knew the line had been coming up, but it still caught her off guard. The redhead ignored the bitter feeling creeping up inside her, and stood on the ledge. He looked so alone over there, and even though it wasn't something she usually did, she decided that some company was in order.

Scathach crouched down, muscles coiled and ready, steel springs waiting to be released. In one fluid movement, she flung herself into the air, using so much strength that the concrete on her ledge cracked. Her body arced through the air, across the street. She somersaulted to gain a bit more momentum, and landed gracefully on the ledge of his building. There was an odd tickling at the back of her head; it seemed to be in her mind. But she ignored it as she stood, glancing down to see that the concrete here had also broken with her landing. She smoothed down the front of her shirt and approached him, lightly hopping over crossed wires and side-stepping speakers.

Coming from a world where the cafeteria mysteriously changed into a alternate universe, there was a dance bell before the actual bell and sometimes basketballs fell from the ceiling for no reason, Ryan probably should have been a little less surprised than he was when the lady jumped across the way and landed. Actually, living in the City should have taught him that there was practically nothing impossible in the world - but there was always something new to be learned.

It wasn't a reason to drop character though and Ryan was used to hiding surprise, so he just extended a hand and smiled.

"Once the music hits you inhibitions fall away,
And you find that you're expressing things your
Voice daren't say -
Don't be afraid. Let go!"

The redhead sensed his surprise, but noticed that he did a good job of concealing it. She mentally commended him; it took some self-control to not at least start when she did something distinctly inhuman. But perhaps he was a special case, one that did not or would not care about her species. The Shadow mentally shook her head; there was no need to get so far ahead of herself. She didn't even know his name.

But she did smile at the gesture, and took his hand. She wondered if he could dance as well as sing; something told her that the answer was yes.

Sharpay had always been the one who wanted to sing, but Ryan? Ryan danced. If asked to explain it, Ryan would - without hesitation - launch into "Electricity (http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/billyelliotthemusical/electricity.htm)." That's what it was though, something sparking inside of him and setting him free.

"Soon as you surrender,
What's inside will sweep on through
As the boundaries raised between us disappear."

Ryan pulled her into a waltz as he sang, keeping careful mind of the cords and equipment he had everywhere.

"And every little step, every single step,
Is one step closer
To talking loud and clear."

And oh, could she feel it. The pure joy and excitement that rushed through him was almost intoxicating to her. If she hadn't just fed a few days ago, she might have tried to feed from him right then and there. But, as things stood, she simply allowed herself to pulled into the waltz position, falling easily into the familiar steps as he led.

Scathach did not interrupt; he was certainly enjoying himself. Besides, it had been a while since she had danced this way, and she had, well, missed it. She had, after all, spent a few centuries learning how to dance; why not employ her skill now?

"A dance is like a conversation
Except you never need to make a sound."

It's kind of nice, Ryan notes, to dance with someone that isn't his sister. It happens sometimes, rarely, but this is different than that because Ryan knows the music isn't guiding the girl he's dancing with and that's a drastic change from what he's used to. This person isn't Kelsi or Martha or Gabriella. She's one of those mysterious masked ladies that sweep into balls and then leave before midnight - except not masked, probably not a Cinderella and not someone that Ryan is likely to fall in love with.

Yeah, that metaphor kind of sucked but Ryan rarely makes metaphors that don't involve dance or theatre, so it's to be expected.

"And once you've begun,
You speak as one, give and take
Back and forth, round and round!"

She allowed him to guide her movements, though she followed though with grace and fluidity. He was obviously talented in the field of dance himself, and it was good to find a partner who was so... competent. The last person she had danced with had been mediocre at the best; at least he had not stepped on her toes.

The redhead smiled at him, her green eyes mirthful. He was a youngling, still, but had much skill. She wondered exactly how long he had been dancing and singing. She had met people who had been doing those kinds of things since they were able to walk. Scathach began to hum along with him, not seeing any harm in doing so as long as she didn't interrupt.

There was a lull in the music, meant for dancing, which offered Ryan a moment to say something instead of sing it.

"To what do I owe the honor of dancing with you?"

Grass green eyes returned to his face, and she gave a small smile.

"Catching my interest," she said simply. "It is not often one in the City has so much musical talent."

"It's not often that one is from a musical, either."

To Ryan there is little difference between his talent and the music, because without one he can't use the other. He owes his talent to his upbringing, mostly.

She cocked an eyebrow; even though she didn't have any idea what he was talking about, she could only assume that he meant he had been in many stage productions. Or something of the sort. For one so young, that was certainly impressive.

"I don't suppose you do this often, hm?"

Ryan shrugged. He didn't generally hold concerts on the MAC if that was what she meant, but he had a feeling that wasn't what she was talking about. In which case, the answer was a little tricky - it was probably best to go for something vague.

"You could say that I've been doing this my entire life."

She nodded knowingly; she knew what it meant to be born to do something.

"You're very good at it," she offered. "I was thoroughly entertained."

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