"Cool," she replied to Jonathan with a smile. They soon reached the music room, and after coming in, Scarlett noticed there was already a girl on the stage, playing. A werewolf, by the smell of her.
"Hi!" She waved, trying to sound friendly. She didn't count on anybody else being in there. "Mind if I use the piano a little bit?"
The girl nodded, silently, eyeing the vampire and the two zombies. Jonathan and Phelix sat on the first seats on the front row, and Scarlett took her place by the piano. She decided to warm up playing Falling..., one of her favorite Yiruma songs.
"Hey, how about a duet? Do you any?" She asked the girl. Scarlett was proud of herself; by remembering the critics from world wide famous people of music business. They had asked her many, and many times to perform live, but her answer was always that she had more in her life, when secretly it made her very happy to hear what they all said: "the very best in years".
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
***So, she can't? poor Serena she wanted to play***
Serena Serena and Lily walked all over the school. The last person with him she ahd laughed o much was Scarlett, but it was nice making new friends and enjoying some time with them. They got near the music room and she ehard that distictive way of playing that only one person could do: Scarlett. Seran really liked listening to Scarlett.
"So, do you play any instruments" She asked Lily.
"No, not really, do you?"
And it was time to be braggy. She wasn't the type of person who liked ot brag or liked to be overly recognized. But she ahd to asspet what she could do.
"Yeah, I play the piano, the guitar and the cello. But mostly the the piano and guitar although I really enjoy the cello"
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
Matt was on his way to his dorm, he didn't share it with anyone - mainly because he'd been badly injured by his previous dorm mate. He walked in and picked up his books for first period - music class. He grabbed his grade 8 theory books and flute. He was one of few flautists in the school, and definitely the only male. He was great though, definitely the best flautist in the school.
He walked with his books and flute in hand - trying to avoid most people, he didn't want to get beaten up just for holding a flute - to the music theatre.
**Sorry that he plays *as well*, but he's different, and I play the flute so.. **
Infinite, you have to make it happen. When you sit around complaining about how boring everything is, then it's time for you to take action. You are part of the storybook, and if you find something so wrong with it that you have to post about it, then you either need to take matters into your own hands or drop it.
Sabina played with the girl. Sabina knew everyone's’ name the girl playing the piano was Scarlett, one zombie was Jonathan and the other was Phelix; except they didn’t know hers. She only played with Scarlett because she felt put on the spot. But Sabina admitted to herself that the piano and the violin sounded beautiful and that Scarlett played wonderfully, all they needed was a flute. In the middle of their song a boy came in, it was Matthew carrying a flute. Sabina only acknowledged that he was there and closed her eyes, she tried to picture herself in another world. Matt asked shyly, “Would you mind if I joined you?” Scarlett flipped her light golden brown hair and smiled, “Of course. The flute was just what we needed.” The flute soothed into Sabina’s ear. They continued for the last two minutes of the song. When the song ended Jonathan and Phelix stood up and applauded. Sabina immediately put her violin in the case and stood up. She looked at the musicians’ faces. Matt was blushing from the applause and Scarlett beamed at Jonathan and Phelix. Sabina walked towards the door carrying her violin case. Her hair thumped against her back. “Wait we didn’t play an encore,” Scarlett gasped bewildered from her bench. The boys’ hands froze in mid-air. Sabina held onto the doorknob and turned half way. “You people should be preparing yourselves. The humans have an indication that we’re here,” she uninterestedly picked out a piece of lint from her shirt. She turned to leave but then stopped, she glanced around, “Scarlett your playing is magnificent, as is yours Mathew.” She opened the door and silently slipped out.
Is this okay? If not I can change it for you guys. Oh and Writewhatiwant I love Falling from Yiruma, great pick!
I follow four rules when writing 1. Don't think. Just write. 2.Never take the pencil from the page when writing 3.Don't erase. Even if what you wrote didn't make sense 4.No need for grammar,punctuation, or spelling when writing
And when your done writing you stop and break all the rules
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
Scarlett laughed off Sabina's commentary. Did everyone know the information she had passsed to ASher just this moerning? Gosh, this just made it less valuable. Scarlett got off the piano, and nodded accordingly to both Sabina and Matt. "You guys played really great," she added a compliment.
Going down the stairs of the stage, she reached Jonathan and Phelix. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. Boring, was it?" She asked them with a wink. "We should go."
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
*Can some one bring moo back in, on Friday she was kinda depressed that she couldn't post and she has a thing for double posting!* Asher- demon The newbie came back while we were walking around, "Hey newbie, you OK?" I called "Will you stop calling me newbie?" she asked. "Sorry," I smiled, "It takes me a while to memorize peoples names, for instance, Ezra here was 'rainbow head' whenever he first came here. I will attempt to remember it, but not now, right now we are going 'pyromaniac, crazy, demon woman hunting'"
"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler" -Einstien
"Well, i don't need to eat, or sleep, so..." i began. Johnathon nodded. "Let's get out of here," he said. "Do either of you play chess, i wouldn't mind playing a game of that in the library." i asked.
"Nah, I think I'll go for a walk." Jonathan smiled at Phelix and Scarlett as he headed out the door, lost in thought.
He really did think Scarlett was interesting. If he got the chance, he definitely wanted to get to know her better.
Suddenly he heard a groan and looked up.
There was an alan lying by the pond, the one in the fight from earlier. He looked pretty badly beat up.
"Are you okay?" ha asked, shaking him by the shoulder.
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
She wanted to go to the music room, and grabbing Lilly's hand, she did. But Scarlett was not there. Instead, Matt with his penetrating eyes adn exquisite smell was there. Serena couldn't help but to stare at him and smile sweetly. "Hey" Serena said quietly.
"Hey" He answered. "want to play" he asked her with a beutiful smile.
"No, thanks, I was actually looking for Scarlett" Idiot, she thought. She could have said it washim she was looking for but her brain was definitely not that clever around him.
"ohh" he said, as he very slowly turned his eyes back to his instrument. "she just left."
"ok, thanks. Meet you after school?" Serena asked, trying to sound hopeful.
With that she left and as Matt said, Scarlett was just walking down the hall of the music room so she hurried to catch up with her.
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
Thank youuuu! That means I'll have to disregard the last post done with Isaac, hope no one's too annoyed by that, but I need to get myself back in this thing.
Everyone, can we wrap up the day and move onto the next soon?
Isaac
Isaac rattled his feathers together, blinking out the blood that was dripping into his orange eyes from the slash that Asher's talons had inflicted upon his face. Angrily, he shrugged the zombie's arm off, and stood, fists raised.
"Back off," he growled, his feathers ruffled and orange eyes streaked with anger. He turned his head to spit blood out of his mouth, looking at the red stain on the concrete bitterly, hating himself, hating Asher, and every goddamned creature in the house.
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
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