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 Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:23 am
 "On my own, pretending he's beside me." Sib sang at the top of her vocal range. God she hated this song. It was so self pitying. She had wanted to do a Miss Saigon number but her parner had pulled out so 'Movie in my mind' went out the window.
Suddenly she was begining to realise why people did either drama -or- music. She had to learn Lady Macbeth's speech, A vivaldi number for her violin and several different vocal pieces for her singing exam. She had barely had the time to breathe let alone go to any of the "amazing" formal functions that kept being arranged. She hadn't been able to see Jun in ages and wondered if he would still come to her formal recital.
She paused to take a swig of water and took a breath before starting on her song once more.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:36 am
 Obie was questioning her sanity for the hundredth time just this week alone. What had possessed her to attempt a pre-med degree? Oh right... her love of self punishment, she smirked as she walked through the halls of the music building. She couldn't stand to look at another science classroom though she should have been holed up in her chem lab working on her practical. Ra was off doing what he did best, going to class and studying, but she just couldn't take anymore. She needed a break. So here she found herself walking down the hall towards the practice rooms. Maybe an hour or so pounding out her frustrations on the keys would help. Ignoring the muffled sounds of other students playing various instruments and singing various pieces, she slipped into an unoccupied room and dropped her bag onto the floor. Running her fingers through her hair, she glanced towards the wall on her left. She could hear the girl next door singing. She was pretty good, she thought as she lifted the cover to the piano keyboard. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly as she began to play one of her favorite pieces: Pachelbel's Canon in the lull when her neighbor suddenly stopped singing.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:43 am
God she really, really hated this song. Frowning to herself she crossed the room and opened the large case that contained both her fiddle and her violin. She pulled out her fiddle and turned it up. it had been a while since she had let herself go and played what she truely enjoyed.
Striking up one of her favourite folk tunes she played with her eyes closed, singing along in high pitched gallic. it was moments like this where she wished she had been content with being a smalltime bookshop employee and playing in a folk band.
But no, she had to follow her dreams of reaching for the stars.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:53 am
Obie stopped playing only after a few bars in. She kept getting finger-tied and was having difficulty with the piece she knew so well. A true testament to the state of her mind, she thought dryly as she idly struck a single key. Leaning her elbow on the ivory keys, she took a deep breath a closed her eyes. Attempting to focus on picturing her fingers as they moved across the keys and the pitches she would be hitting, she was interrupted by the abrupt change in her neighbor's tune. Keeping her eyes closed, she listened to her sing in a foreign tongue and the way the stringed instrument she was playing rose and fell with her voice. Smiling to herself, Obie could tell that the girl was much more comfortable using such mediums. Her curiosity successfully piqued, Obie opened her eyes, and rose from the piano bench to slip out of her room and peer in through the window on the door to the practice room beside hers. Blinking, it took her a moment to place a name with the face of the girl inside, but smiled warmly when it finally clicked. Sib. She was a nice girl and a very talented musician it seemed. Watching her play, Obie couldn't help but smile as she listened to her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:41 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:48 am
Obie laughed softly and pushed some of her long bangs out of her eyes.
"That's right," she smiled and nodded, slipping her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "It's going fairly well. I've come here to forget about my workload as well. Sometimes I think I enjoy partaking in academic suicide too much," she smiled and glanced down to her fiddle.
"That was a very beautiful song. Is it something from home?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe of the room.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:57 am
"Yeah." she said with a smile. "Something my Da taught me. Not something I get to play too often as I like to commit creative suicide. Acting, singing and trying to be a concert violinist just don't mix aparently." She gave a soft snort of laughter and lifted the instrument up to pack away. "What's your poison?" She asked with a smirk. "What instrument of evil brings you to this part of the campus?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:18 pm
Obie smirked and wrapped her arms around her waist.
"Piano. It's the only way for me to destress these days it seems," she smiled a little. "You sound like me. I bet you live in this hall. I live over in the science wings. I'm surprised I haven't gotten my own key yet," she smirked a little.
"Are you busy now? Would you like to make a break for it and go somewhere non school related for a bit?" she asked.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:23 pm
Sib smiled and laughed.
"I was going to suggest a duet but non school related fun sounds just what the doctor ordered." She smiled and locked the case shut. "Where did you have in mind? If it's off campus I'll have to take my babies back up to my room."
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:33 pm
Obie dropped her eyes down to the floor to hide her blush and was glad she had made the effort to offer recreation elsewhere. A duet with such an accomplished musician was more than a little daunting.
"I say we go off campus. I haven't been off in ages it seems. I'm sure we could find something amuse ourselves with. Let me go get my bag out of the next room and we can drop all our stuff off at the dorms," she smiled and pushed away from the doorframe to do just that.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:41 pm
Fifteen minutes later and Sib was downstairs waiting for Obie to join her. She had a black fur coat on and a matching bag which contained two tickets she had forgotten about. They were to a music night at a fake Irish pub in the city. Local bands and the first drink was free with the ticket. Perfect for the start of a good, unwinding night out.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:52 pm
Pulling her coat on, Obie flipped her hair out from her collar, and slipped the strap of her bag over her shoulder. Walking down the hall, she smiled and slipped her hands into her coat pockets as she stopped in front of Sib.
"So, you ready to go find something random to do?" she asked with a smile as she started towards the door.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:06 pm
"Hmm, maybe not so random." Sib said with a smirk. "I have tickets to a live music night at a fabulously tacky and fake Irish bar." She smiled and reached into her bag to pull out a ticket. "Sooo how does cheap drinks, comfy seats and good music sound as a cure all for our study stress blues?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:11 pm
Obie looked at the ticket for a moment before reaching out to take it. It wasn't like she had to drink, and even so... no harm ever came from just one, she thought as she read that the first one was free.
"I think that sounds just brilliant," she smiled. "I haven't been out properly in... ages." Not since she had spent her freshman year in Athens.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:21 pm
An hour and a half later they were sat in the bar in shinjuku with a pint of the black stuff and an excellent seat to watch the different acts and talk.
"So, where's your guy this evening?" She asked with a smile. "Sorry, I can't remember his name, Osiris? Something egyptian?" She gave a small embarrassed laugh and took a sip from the highly unladylike pint glass. "I'm terrible with names. Can remember scores of music but people just manage to slip through the net."
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