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❝Old, but I'm not that old. Young but I'm not that bold.❞ Clay Strait. 22. Music.

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“They really go out for Parents’ Weekend, don’t they?”

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“London Royal School of Arts are the best of the best. They’re known for their superiority,” Isabelle responded in explanation. “Appearances are everything, truly.”

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“His name is Stefan,” she spoke with a smile. “He’s a shy boy but very gifted in his writing. Have you met him? He’s gone through a lot.”

“Mom. I’m literally right here.”

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“I, uh, don’t think I’ve had the chance to meet him, no,” Clay responded to the strange woman who had initiated a conversation with him. He often wondered what exactly it was about himself that gave off the impression of being approachable. He often wondered if he’d change that part about him if he could, but that’s still up in the air. “...I’m Clay,” He introduced himself. “I’m a music major,” Clay explained and offered his hand out to Stefan for him to shake. “—What kind of genres do you write, Stefan?”

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“Oh wow … There are a lot of people, how I can found my daughter?”

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“I’m positive I saw a map kiosk over by that building over there,” Isabelle pointed her meticulously manicured nails over in the right direction. “But that will only help you if you know what building your daughter’s dormitory is in,” She responded. Isabelle had visited the campus enough times over the years to know the lay of the land. “—What was your daughter’s name again?” She asked even though it wasn’t pertinent to the situation at hand.

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“I came from New Orleans to here to see my really cute girl! And she’s just slam the door in my face! Explain to me how I should react now?”

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“You’ve come all this way to have her slam the door in your face? That is apalling, really. I must apologize, I don’t know how to properly react to that. My children are undoubtedly well-behaved. Except my eldest. He’s often got a defiant streak in him when it comes to my husband and I,” Isabelle explained to the woman. “—Do you have just the one daughter?” She asked.

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Clay swiftly rounded a corner in an attempt to get a few moments away from his parents. His father had already managed to lose his way around campus after wandering off to fetch coffee for the whole family and, on the other hand, his mother already had stated about a dozen problematic opinions at this point. Living in his dorm for a couple of years, he forgot how lucky he was to have housing over his head that didn’t include Agustin and Isabelle Strait’s as well. In a hurry, Clay wasn’t paying enough attention and collided with another person. “Shit,” Clay claimed, replying before his brain had enough time to think of an appropriate response. His hands went to immediately rub his freshly bruising parts. “—Sorry, we should really watch where we’re going next time.”

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CHARACTER AESTHETIC .001 ——  Clay Strait

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Charlie shook her head smiling. “Well it might distract Dad from seeking out talking to Kyle,” she replied. 

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“I’m sure he’ll find a way to get a few words into Kyle somehow. It’s dad we’re talking about,” Clay responded, knowing that was where he got his protective streak from. “I wouldn’t be too worried about that though. I don’t think he’ll say anything too embarrassing. You should be more worried about what I’ll be doing to Kyle, if he makes any mistakes.”

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❤ - voice ø - eyes♫ - singing voice ✮ - sleeping habits ✉ - texting habits ✿ - laugh

❤ - VOICE:

When he’s talking, Clay wishes he had a deeper voice as it’s definitely not the deepest. Sometimes after a time of not talking (which tends to happen a lot), his voice becomes hoarse and croaky, as if he was just waking up or about to fall asleep — that’s when it’s the most gravelly. Clay usually speaks at a low volume too and, when he has to overly socialize, it becomes very clear that his tone flattens. If his expression fails to convey his emotions, his inflection will. When it comes to singing, Clay’s more apt to be more vocal about almost everything; as long as he’s wearing his guitar around him like a shield.

ø - EYES:

Clay’s eyes are steely dull blue, but some people have been known to see hues of green or grey in them. He gets the color from his father, but the shape of his eyes is more like his mother’s. They are probably his most expressive feature because he uses them to convey his attitude most often. His lashes are naturally thick and long and the type that would make girls jealous.

♫ - SINGING VOICE:

Clay has a very strong singing voice and he has learned how to utilize it from being enrolled in vocal training that are funded by his parents who are happy to see him involved in life. Clay has a tendency to favor higher-pitched notes when he sings and sometimes he tries to sing in a deeper voice but isn’t quite thrilled with the result. He likes to take risks and take on challenging falsettos and key chances that most don’t think he could accomplish and then work and work and work until he eventually nails it. Clay’s range is more than adequate, but he knows one day he should work on empowering his lower octaves instead of only relying on his present strengths.

✮ - SLEEPING HABITS:

Although Clay keeps a fairly good sleep schedule of going to sleep and rising at reasonable times, he is also known to occasionally embody the life of a night owl and work through the night (especially if it’s something musical that he’s really passionate about).

✉ - TEXTING HABITS;

Clay will ignore most of the text messages he receives, but at least he does read them. He just won’t deem a response worthy unless it is an emergency. If you do pry a text from Clay, it undoubtedly will be short. He definitely won’t answer an actual phone call because they stress him out and leave him feeling tapped of energy. It’s not that he’s exactly bothered by the people that are attempting to contact him, it’s just that Clay has the ability to be forgetful — and is an avid fan of personal space and having time to himself.

✿ - LAUGH;

Clay has two main laughs. He’s got his quiet laugh he uses when he tries to pretend like something isn’t funny. It’s the kind of laugh that he’ll slip out of his lop-sided smirk as if someone surprised him, but it was a surprise he actually liked and wanted. He’d normally hold back showing too much laughter but, when he genuinely finds something hilarious, Clay’s laugh is loud and room-filling. Anything else, he’d try and shrug off with an eye roll or a exasperated sigh.

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“Ha, despite what my friends and family think, no. I just aspire to be as flawless.”

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“How’s that going so far?” He asked. “Besides the whole ticket fiasco.”

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“More like I never put up with excuses made by bad liars.” She closed her book and gave him a look. “I wonder, is your defensive attitude because I called you out, hm?”

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“No, it’s not because you called me out. Some say I was actually born this jaded and bitter,” Clay responded, his facial expression nearing dead-pan territory after receiving her look. “I never put up with people who try to make the truth something that it isn’t, but look at us now? We wouldn’t be having this conversation if we all didn’t have to do some things even though we don’t necessarily like them.”

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“That’d be awesome. Are you excited? I mean they’ll be here for your birthday this year.”

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“—Huh, yeah, I guess I should be excited,” Clay responded like he hadn’t thought about his parents being there for his birthday. “I stopped being excited about birthdays at, like, age ten,” He shrugged. “So, I think I’ll manage, Charlie. I won’t be bursting with anticipation.”

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"I didn’t think you were lonely, dear friend, I was joking,” Leo stopped and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He checked something for a few minutes and looked up at Clay. “No party, but I really just need to loosen up… You want to go to a bar or something? " After he finished talking he started moving towards the door.

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“Um,” Clay contorted his expression as he thought for a moment about his friend’s offer. “Yeah,” He finally responded as his face relaxed, nodding his head. “I’ll go to the bar with you. We can get a few drinks in us and we’ll think anything is amusing. Do you want to just walk to that one pub that opened up recently nearby? It’s not that far, I swear. I heard a few people talking it up in class today, so I’m okay with doing that if you are, mate.”

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“You know, I’m not the only person who thinks that about life, it isn’t as weird as you think. And why not?” Ariella asked with a curious frown growing on her face as she glanced over towards him. She noted how much he actually enjoyed music, then again who didn’t. She knew that she would listen to music to calm her down or if she just needed time to think. Music was one of her escapes from the real world and she was glad that it exists. “Music is a good one, I’m sure everyone enjoys music.” she nods before listening to him speak. “Of course you don’t have to be happy all the time, I have never met one person that was happy no matter what. It’s just how life is, nobody is perfect.” Biting on her bottom lip, she knew he was hiding something, however she wasn’t going to push it considering she didn’t want him to get mad at her. 

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“It’s weird to me, and that’s all that matters,” Clay responded; the corner of his lip twitching upward. Music was a way he defined his life. He used the songs he wrote to explain the feelings he would never understand — the unexplainable. Even despite his pessimistic attitude on life, Clay was inwardly thankful for the few bright and hopeful people in his life. “”Wait...” He arched one brow after listening to her speak about happiness. “You mean to tell me you’re not perfect?” Clay attempted at a joke to try and lighten the mood. This hadn’t been the first time he’d unintentionally brought the easy flowing atmosphere of a conversation to a screeching halt. “That’s humble of you. Many people would claim perfection, I think. Why else would we all strive for it?”

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“Hey, you know mom and dad are coming to campus, right?” Clay asked his sister after pulling off his headphones that were playing music in his ears. “I figured we would just go together to pick them up from the station. If that’s all right with you.”

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Mark Pellegrino as Agustin (The Father) Lena Headey as Isabelle (The Mother) Britt Robertson as Charlotte (The Daughter) Hunter Parrish as Clay (The Son)