For The Blond, Front Row

Jacob doesn't let himself visibly cringe, a fact he is rather proud of himself about. The only sign he even processed the witch's troubling nickname is the way the muscles around his eyes tense slightly but it is a small occurrence and he is looking into the class rather than at Daemok. Jacob walks up to the little platform on the far left of the room as he takes his guitar out and begins to make sure it is tuned properly despite having just tuned it minutes ago in his dorm. It is an acoustic, the first guitar he learned to play though he very much prefers electric.

"What kind of music do you like?" He asked Daemok, his eyes looking down into hers, finally above her on the platform. Jacob preferred rock and roll, so naturally he knew mostly rock and roll songs but haven neglected to ask the witch her preference before they parted ways last week, he wrote a latin themed song, a folk song, an indie-ish song Jem had helped him with and some Counting Crows inspired music but doubted the witch would appreciate those as Jacob did.

"Rock and Roll is good for the soul" Jacob says evenly, almost with praise as if it is a prayer rather than an awfully stupid sounding, over used anonymous quote. Jacob knows which one he's going to play having took inspiration from Pink Floyd and the Foo Fighter's song Everlong. They are both american bands ans Jacob prays to whatever deity decided to smash him and her together give the girl the decency of music taste to know the bands. She's from the States for Christ's sake.

Jacob pretends there's a microphone in front and grabs at it before acting as of he's looking out over a crowd, his eyes going blank the more into the vision he becomes. For a moment he looks as if he's silencing the crowd a cheeky smile in his face as he lowers an arm.

"Thank you, thank you. Now I'd like to play you a song but this is no ordinary song, it's oh so very special and dear to me." He says in a false, sickly sweet voice before looking directly into Daemok's eyes, his dark one's pinning her into place.

"This song's for the beautiful blond, front row." He blows her a kiss that he hopes upsets her even a fraction before beginning a heavy deep rift into a song that works up an down through fast paced and two-four tempos.

The song is just as wild as the lyrics he intended for them though he refused to sing as he had a horrible voice. It stayed within the restrictions of an acoustic guitar though, the instrument itself not being as inclined or equipped audibly for the heavy metal Jacob preferred as an electric guitar. The second year's fingers flew over smooth fine tuned chords with an amazing dexterity, not messing up one even when the medium tempoed slightly hypnotic beat shifted into something far faster and heavier, a characteristic of another one of his favorite bands, the smashing pumpkins. Jacob was a warrior on stage, kicking ass and taking the names of every single bracket and tablature he had scratched out the night before. 

The song closes with a smooth finish being cut off abruptly in a very punk rock fashion. He sweat a bit as he always does when playing in front of someone, but his confidence is not dented and he stands straight, peering down at the girl below him. He bows theatrically before moving to put his guitar away,wondering if he can escape this time without being licked.

Jacob quite enjoyed the struck look that had befallen the face of the witch he had played for. She looked as if she had witnessed the miracle of miracles take place right before her eyes. There was no doubt in Jacob's mind that she didn't think he was that good but as he was sure he had told her before, e was a man of many talents.

Not one to lie, it gave Jacob a bit of an ego boost. He felt lighter, that smug smile still on his face as he packed away his guitar. Making sure his prized instrument was safely tucked in, Jacob zipped up the side and swung the case's strap over his shoulder. HE didn't make it down the stairs though before Baemok was in his face, hissing his name. Joeseph grinned rather smugly and stuck the thin plastic guitar pick to the girl's forehead.

"A gift for my adoring fan." He said as he attempted to side step her in order to leave, intent on returning to his dorm to further fantasize about his brilliance.

Three. This is the third time she'd done this, Jacob's mind tells him. Jacob finds himself rather confused, she has been showing many mixed signals. He thought her angry with him only a moment ago and in fact thought Daemok was about to bite him before her lips grazed his cheek. Aren't kisses for when your happy? Jacob asked himself. He thought of the handful of kisses he'd had before Daemok and each time it had ended with Jacob sporting his rather stupid looking grin and a blushing girl. Daemok's kisses didn't make him feel happy though, they always made him feel slightly scared, as if she was trying to trick him. She was confusing this witch, a double sided blade.

For all the confusion and slight panic Daemok caused Jacob, she did feel . . . good. It was weak description to say the least of what she felt like but unfortunately Jacob's brain was slowly melting into nothing more than sticky grey matter goo leaving him unable to pull away. Not to sure though that he would have anyway, having been given the choice. 

That was until Jacob required oxygen at least. While skilled at strange things like constructing traps and rad guitar playing, Jacob was not skilled at many basic things like breathing. So that mushy grey matter goo brain of his quickly got it's act together and fired off messages to the rest of his body to pull away. His hands found her waist and with a burst of that strange teenage boy strength he was beginning to come into, pushed her just far enough to  so that he could breath with out being viciously assaulted again. Life is hard you see, when one does not know how to breath through their nose when thier mouth is otherwise involved.