Room 227, Sunday Early Evening

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie wasn't the type to really beam much after she'd done something she was maybe a little proud of. That just went against the kind of person she was.

But since she lived with a guy who could sense emotions, there was at least one person who could probably tell she was pleased enough with herself. It had been a while since the showcase had ended, but as she stood by her desk, opening up the little box of treats from home her parents had sent her for Canada Day, she was still feeling the after effects of performing.

She didn't think it was something she could get used to, but she did think she liked it.

[ooc: For he who knows he's about to get a new pet.]

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[necroslacker]

"Feel pretty pleased with yourself, don't you?" Sam asked, sitting on the foot of the bed and watching her.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie glanced over, and shrugged a shoulder, some hints of a smile playing about her lips. "Maybe."

Definitely.

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, you can't lie to me," Sam said, shaking his head. "That was a...pretty intense song you chose. Any reason why? Looked like you were in your own world up there."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, it's a way to deal with the audience," she replied, going through the contents of the package. Chocolates and candy and wow, a can of Pepsi? Really, parents? "And it's just a song I like."

[necroslacker]

"Just a song you like?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Uh huh."

He didn't believe her.

[whenshewasnice]

At that, Natalie's eyebrows dipped into a light, quizzical frown and she turned, an Aero bar in hand.

"Is there something you're trying to get at, Samhain?"

[necroslacker]

"Just that I don't think it was just a song you like is all," Sam told her, shrugging. "Maybe it was more personal?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Well," Natalie replied, shrugging a shoulder, "for me, liking a song is inherently personal to begin with, so..."

Another highly expressive shrug.

[necroslacker]

"I didn't mean anything bad by it," Sam told her, shaking his head. "Just that -- I dunno, it was intense."

[whenshewasnice]

"Kind of sounds like it might be not be a good thing, either," Natalie said, but didn't sound like this disturbed her much. She turned towards the package again, stacking things on her desk. "Mm."

[necroslacker]

"Not what I said," Sam told her, shaking his head. "Just trying to talk to you about your performance but never mind. You were awesome up there."

He'd just gotten some intense vibes from her during some of that song.

[whenshewasnice]

"Almost thought you hadn't noticed that at all," she noted, idly. "No, it's not what you said but that didn't stop the interpretation."

[necroslacker]

"Your interpretation, not mine," Sam responded, shaking his head again. "And wow, hey, thanks for little statement, Natalie. You know how i feel about you and your music. Or maybe you don't since you came out with that."

[whenshewasnice]

Sighing, Natalie put the candy down to turn and come over to the bed.

"Knowing doesn't mean I don't want to be reminded," she told him. "And since you're interpreting the song as personal, don't you think it might not have been easy to perform something like that, then?"

[necroslacker]

"You didn't really give me a chance," Sam pointed out, glancing up at her. "I asked you a question about the song, tried to start a conversation since it did seem like it wasn't easy to perform, got rejected for said conversation and then you made an assumption."

He crossed his arms.

[whenshewasnice]

"Interpretation. Don't cross your arms at me." Natalie was holding her own hands out for him. See, she was trying. "Your way of starting a conversation did include accusing me of lying more than once."

[necroslacker]

"Because you were lying and I could tell," Sam replied, reaching to take one of her hands to start. "You're not really a person who does things, things like that, just because."

[whenshewasnice]

"Perhaps, but saying I was maybe pleased with myself wasn't a lie."

In fact, she'd originally aimed for playful, with that. She took his hand, gave it a light squeeze.

[necroslacker]

"Except it kind of was a lie because I know you are pleased with yourself," Sam told her. "There's no maybe about it and there's also nothing wrong with that."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged. "It wasn't the kind of maybe you were supposed to take at face value."

This was why she didn't usually even try for playful.

[necroslacker]

"I'm pretty sure we were trying to have two different conversations here," Sam eventually said. "You were being light and I was being a little more serious and it got tangled up. I wasn't trying to do anything but show interest in your song choice. It just...struck a chord with me. And that's not a bad thing."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave his hand a little tug. "You're probably right," she said, meaning the first part. It sounded like a pretty good decsription and explanation why things had gone south for a while there. "Which chord?"

[necroslacker]

"An intense one," Sam said, giving her hand an answering tug. "I just felt like I could relate to a song like that."

[whenshewasnice]

The following tug wasn't quite as light. She was still standing up; it was possible she was trying to make him do something.

"Why?" she asked, softly.

[necroslacker]

"You can't figure that out?" Sam asked but it wasn't condescending or anything of that nature. He did finally stand up. "Lyrics were pretty...familiar."