Post by Bianca Sabbato on Apr 10, 2020 0:29:55 GMT -5
-Music is awesome, that’s a fact of life-
-So if you like to play an instrument or want a chill place to learn one without schedules or forced lessons, then fear no more. Books are open for the Music Club, and you’d have to be an idiot to let this slide!-
-So don’t be a wuss and join us at classroom ###-
—... Do it, you coward...—
Was I coming in too strong? It was a huntsman academy, so I figured the students here would not want a shy, half-assed invitation, but an assertive and direct request to get their asses over here.
Nodding proudly, I finished stamping the large handwritten poster on the board and taking almost a full quarter of the thing. “Now, let’s just wait for the fishes to bite the hook”
With a slight smile on my face, I made my way to the classroom that would soon serve as a host for the greatest club this school had ever known.
But.. Well... At the moment it was nothing more than an empty room with a couple chairs, some instruments lying around and a single girl steadfastly standing over the door for endless minutes waiting for someone to come, before resigning to her fate and going grab a chair to fiddle with her scroll until the fabled time arrived in which for some miraculous reason a curious classmate decided to grace the room with its presence.
The internet was as boring as always, only interesting piece of news I could find was a thread made by some stupid bastard whining about Haven students not having their GED’s or whatever. -Huh, wonder what those things are. Maybe I should ask a teach later...- I said to no one in particular as I went to the door to check if someone was coming for the twentieth time that day.
The prospect of starting a music club seemed like a good idea at the time, even if we already have music classes as an optional. After all, common interests breed strong bonds, which on their own made for strong teams, which meant competition, which meant strong huntsman and huntresses in the log run.
At least that was the theory, it had nothing to do with me being excited with the idea of forming a band and meting new people, nope. Nothing to do at all. Lies and slander all of that.
“Well... It would be a really lame music club if people were to pass by and hear no music being played whatsoever” Setting the speakers of my scroll to max volume, I selected a pre-made track list and readied my Violin to follow the music with my sheet resting in a small music stand lend to me by the school administration.
I started playing the notes of the first song for no longer that 30 seconds before deciding to change it.
Too slow, too melancholic, I did not want to be known as the softie girl (And playing the Violin instead of something more aggressive like the drums or the electric guitar wasn’t doing any favors for me)
-Heck yeah! This is more like it!- I said, picking a fast and demanding piece and just going ham at it. Enjoying the heat building up on the muscles of my arm while my fingers jumped trough the board in a practiced and natural manner, and my bow made the chords wail and cry for me.
Rising from my seat, I kinda sidestepped to the door, keeping a delicate focus on my instrument as I managed to get close enough to open the door as wide as I could using only my tail. No use in playing if no one would listen to me beyond the locked classroom. So, I left it open for the whole world to hear.
Reaching the more serene part of the piece, I let myself relax as I returned to my seat. Somehow, playing had always served to calm my nerves, even to this day.
-Tsk, whatever... Even if no one comes, at least it's a nice place to practice on my own- I said, laughing at myself when I accidentally fucked up a note. -Damn, this thing is hard-
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