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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:44 am
The raven haired girl sighed miserably. "Thanks," she muttered almost incoherently at Satu's praise. How she both loved and hated the added attention at the same time. Something of a paradox. Damn youth.
Tarii perked at the idea of being taught by Satu, "Thanks but," with that 'but' the idea was thrown out the window, crashed and burned, "but Baba always springs up new music on me at her lessons. If I magically learn how to play the new piece she gave me in two weeks then I'll have to do much better at the next one. And the next one will be done /during/ the lessons."
She dazed her eyes down to her purple fingers, but she had to retain good hope. Especially since Baba's main goal was to push her into the mud and take her lunch money; like a schoolyard bully. Only this schoolyard bully was getting paid a lot of lunch money- by her own parents nonetheless. How ironic...
"Maybe instead of teaching me the pieces, you can just teach me how to read the notes. I have a good grasp on the keys, but playing them to a new written language is much more difficult than it looks."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:59 am
Saut nodded kindly. "I could help you with that. Once you learn how to read music its not that difficult. The problem is learning it in the first place. I guess its kind of like learning a new language. But I'd be happy to teach you." he said brightly, trying to lift her spirits a bit.
"Once you learn how to read notes propperly you'll have very little problem with actually playing pieces then. Once that happens hopefully your teacher wont have any reason to hurt you anymore."
Satu looked at her with concern. "Are you sure it's alright that she's doing this to you? I mean do you parents know that she's hurting you? It seems like a horrible way to teach if you ask me." he said, quite annoyed. What kind of person would hit you for making a mistake. Tarii was never going to learn how to love the piano if she was beaten until she could play. "I really hope this isn't putting you off the piano too much Tarii. It really is a lovely instrument." he said smiling softly. Maybe with his help she could learn to love it?
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 1:07 pm
Tarii grimaced. It was clear that he was trying to turn her spirits around. She commended his efforts, but they were quite in vain. Not that she blamed him. After all- the situation didn't seem quite bright at all. Sighing she attempted to take his words to heart and smile as best as she could. The most she could muster though, was a small charming smile.
"We can only hope," she chuckled half-heartedly. Baba is a very wild spirit. How could her father like the old hag so much anyway? He gets abused by her more than she does. A small incident then recalled to her memory. It was about a few days ago during practice with Baba.
Her father had stepped into the room, offering snacks prepared by Mazuka. Usually Mazuka herself would deliver but apparently her dad asked to do it himself. Once he stepped inside with the offer Baba went ballistic and started to attack him the cane. Amazingly he didn't drop the snacks. Must have been the chef in him.
She could still recall Baba's words, as she attacked her own father.
"Don't you ever even think of coming in here again! Time doesn't stop for brownies!! If you ever want to come in here again you better make time stop itself, or you will certainly not be spared- UNDERSTOOD?!!"
"I'm positive my father at the very least knows. He was tutored by Baba when he was younger and from what my mother tells me he was also beaten," she paused with a sad sigh. "I suppose since being beaten like that helped him learn instruments like the cello, piano and the flute, he must think that it can work for me as well."
The only explanation Tarii thought of so far was that the man was a masochist of some kind. It was the only reason he took so many beatings and still say that Baba is some kind of musical genius.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 1:28 pm
Satu looked at Tarii, still concerned by what was going on. "Hum..." he said, thinking to himself. "..I can't say I approve of thses teaching methods but I guess if your father went though it all and he still all his fingers intact theres still hope for you. Epecially if your father learned so many instruments too. I still think its rather unfair on you though. You should learn the piano because you want to not because your have to." he said just saying what was on his mind. He usually didn't say what he was thinking but he was hoping that this would console Tarii, even slightly. He had learned to open up around people too especially around her.
"I'll help you as much as I can though. Anything to make sure your fingers don't end up like this again. Are they starting to feel any better by the way?" he asked, still very concerned at the state of her fingers.
"I'm sorry that you have to learn the piano this way though. I really hope you don't start to hate it because of this." he said quietly, fingering the keys of the grand piano infront of him gently.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:47 pm
The ebony-black haired girl grimly sighed. "Not that I have a choice in this. Believe me, the moment I saw Baba I didn't want her around. She always insults my father and my mother, yet they ardor her...at least I know my /father/ does." A small little wispy sigh escaped her lips, looking towards the back of Satu's head as he looked down on the piano.
"They feel more numb, but otherwise the pain seems to be gone." Although the numb feeling of the stiff cold didn't feel too amazing.
Tarii scoffed, turning her head to the side as she stared away from the black piano that seemed to gather all of Satu's current attention. "Hating something because of someone else is stupid. If I'm going to hate anyone it'll be Baba."
It sounded a little rude, accidentally of course. In the end of the day though only one thing was certain. Baba was pure evil. "Anyway, if you really are that adamant on helping me learn this death trap I suppose it can't do too much harm," she finished with a sad smile.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 12:26 pm
Satu smiled. "Well I'm glad that they're not hurting too badly anywas." he said warmly. "And I'm very glad that you're not going to hate the piano because of some person being horrible to you."
"I really am that adamant in helping you learn this death trap." he said happily, glad that she had finally agreed on his help. "Plus its only a death trap to people like you and I who kind of space out when they're playing it." he said laughing brightly.
He then started to play a tune on the piano infront of them quietly. When here was a piano around he really just couldn't help himself. It was just habit at this point, habit and a serious passion for music. He started playing a song from a film he had seen recently with his sisters. It was a girly film true but it was very pretty and the theme song from it wowed him.((Not: the song Satu is playing is the ending theme from 5 cm per second. linky link))
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 1:37 pm
Tarii laughed a little; the first she has done in a few long weeks. She wasn't sure what her father saw in Baba at all; the woman was noisy, overruling, loud, would constantly insult him and she was incredibly old. Not to forget the fact that she carries around a whip and a very hard wooden cane. That itself should be a red light when it comes to picking teachers.
The whip was never used on her- thank goodness for that -but was actually used on her father when he interrupted them. Mazuka and her mother accidentally interrupted on occasion but they were never whipped for such.
"I suppose so. Spacing out...is something I've been doing too often lately..." she trailed off as soon as Satu started to play a song on the piano. It was a beautiful tune, but it took her about a few seconds to remember where she heard it from. She didn't know the name of it, but usually when Mazuka was doing her cleaning duties around the house she would put that song (and many others) on a radio and would carry it around with her.
When Tarii asked her working friend about the song Mazuka told her that it was from an anime movie about a changing world, which holds in rapidly changing people. They basically adjust to it but find its much harder than it seems. It's suppose to be a very dramatic depressing film.
As soon as Satu finished the long piece she stood up from her seat, the ice on her hand falling off to the pink tiled floor, and walked over to the piano without making the slightest eye contact with Satu. "That was...lovely, Satu."
She looked down at the piano as she spoke these words, making sure that her eyes wouldn't be seen- so that Satu couldn't see her cry. How many times did Mazuka play this song on the radio but the only time she ever cried when it was played in such a fashion. Or maybe it was the fact that an evil device of torture against her could play such a beautiful piece of music?
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 3:36 pm
Satu played the piece with ease and perfection. If Satu was anything it was a perfectionist when it came to song pieces. Once he found one he really liked he'd play it over and over until it was perfect. He wouldn't start on any other piece till it was perfected. It maddened his family but it was part of how he played.
His long, elegent fingers flowed across the piano with memorised movement. But Satus playing was never mechanical sounding. It was always full of passion for the piece and for the instrument.
He wondered if this would help Tarii like the piano a little more. After what she seemed to have gone through with her seemingly insane music teacher she needed to be reminded how beautiful the piano could be if played propperly.
Once he had finished he stayed perfectly still for a few moments, hardly daring to breath as the last few chord echoed across the room. He then took a large, deep breath then looked up, noticing that Tarii was standing beside him.
"Oh...t-thank you!" he said quickly, snapping out of his little music daze. He looked over at Tarii seeing her staring down at the piano and he smiled softly before looking back down at his fingers. Then he looked up at her again. "Um....you know...if you want...I can teach you it?" he said quietly.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 8:41 pm
((Disregard the prom outfit and think Tarii is still in her Year 2 clothes >3> -shot for not wanting to get off the mule-))
Tarii quickly wiped away her small trickling tears, not wanting for Satu to suspect anything, and flashed a quick smile. "Well you can teach me another time maybe. I don't think I'm good enough yet to learn something so intricate like that piece you just played." Hopefully her glasses would hide her lightly puffy eyes.
That reminded her. "What are you doing here by the way? I mean- I have a free period but don't you have class right now or something?" She hoped this would change the subject of piano playing and Baba. Right now she didn't want him or anyone else to know about her instrumental abuse to the extent that Baba issues it.
Besides, not that Satu would care to help her- they were at this point only good acquaintances and nothing more.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:29 am
((Hehe right! I can do that! Sudden costume change! XD))
Satu smiled warmly at her. The same genuine smile that she had brought about in him, almost a year ago now. "I'll give you a little time then but I promise you that you'll be good enough to learn this piece. I'm sure you'll be that good quite soon aswell. I'll hold you to another time anyway." he said softly, his long fingers stroking the piano with a sort of fondness.
Satu then looked up at her curious. "Well to tell you the truth I'm being what one would consider a 'bad student' and skipping class. There was just something about the classroom today I couldn't stand. I couldn't stay in there anymore so I said I was ill and that I was going to go to the nurse. I was going to come to a music room, just to calm down, you know? Whenever I'm stressed or unhappy I come here. It calms be down to play music." he said quietly, looking back down at the piano. He knew that he really shouldn't have skipped class but he felt if he had stayed in that room one more minute he was actually going to run away screaming. So he once again ended up in a music room, only to find it previously occupied.
"Now that I've hurt you though I think it may have been a better idea to stay in class.." he said, trailing off.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:40 pm
Tarii chuckled. She honestly didn't want anything to do with this blasted instrument. Baba didn't cause that however- Tarii just didn't really enjoy playing the piano as much as she did listening to it. But for Satu's sake she would hold out on her word.
Skipping class? She giggled lightly. "Skipping, huh? Most parents don't appreciate rebelling children." Not that she cared whether he skipped or not. She just didn't want him to get into trouble. "Just don't get caught. Wouldn't want you injured now." She smirked, lifting up her gloved hand. The ice made it pretty numb so she barely even felt it anymore.
Her eyes rolled lightly, taking the now slightly warmer bag of ice and hitting Satu's head with it gently. "Don't worry about that so much, idiot. I'm fine, and besides I was just clumsy. It isn't your fault so stop saying so." It was really beginning to bug her. She hated when people blamed themselves for an error they didn't cause. Its foolish and wrong. Only take responsibility for things you have done, not what others have caused.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 2:27 am
Satu laughed. "In my family all the rebelling as been done before me anyway so they probably wouldn't be surpriced at anything I did anyway because it's all been done before!" he said brightly. "When you have seven older siblings it's hard to come up with something original to rebel about! But I guess skipping class does work. I'd still rather not get in trouble though. Homeroom teacher can be mean!" he said with a wink.
Satu smiled clumsily. "Okay then I'll stop worry about it then. Well I'll try my best too anyway. I tend to be a worrier by nature I'm afraid. Even if I'm the youngest in my family I tend to worry about others..." he said looking back down at the piano, his long fingers stroking the keys of the piano lovingly. Even the feeling of them calmed him slightly.
Satu then looked up at her again and grinned. "Did I tell you that I'm doing music lessons now? I'm trying to save enough money to go to music school after Ouran." he said happily. He was happy with himself that for once he had taken his own anittiave in his life, which had been completely governed by his parents before him. He would get into a professional orchestra, be the best no matter what it would take. That was his dream and he was going to do it. Even if he had to put his own amount of effort in. As they say you don't get something for nothing, unless you're amazingly rich that is but then it isn't really yours anyway. It's your parents.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:01 pm
Tarii shook her head. If she had her book with her she would lightly smack him in the head with it. Rebelling was fine and all but it wasn't good if he got into any kind of trouble with it. Didn't seem that way so she had no reason to worry. Of course that just made her wonder why she was worried.
"Music lessons for music school? Odd, I thought your family sold instruments more than using them," she thought aloud to herself. "Well do what you love, I suppose. The head maid in my house always tells me so." Not that Mazuka had a right to say anything about that, what with her young age.
"I would ask you to tutor me but I don't think my father would like a teenager from my school to be around me. Hes very protective," she shrugged with a small smile, pushing her glasses closer. "Not to mention he loves the abusive piano teacher. She was his teacher when he was younger so I suppose he wants to keep on the line or something."
Not that she had any intentions of letting her future offspring be abused in such a way.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:18 pm
Satu grinned. "Well thats why I have to teach music. My parents don't want me going to music school. They want me to take over the family business once I finish Ouran since I'm the only son." he said, playing with the keys again. "But I'd rather being a professional musicial. I want to play in a professional orchestra, or be a conduction but I need to go to music school to do that. My parents wont hear of it so I have to work to get enough money to get in there myself. Guess it's a pretty good way of rebelling huh?" he muttered to himself. "What are you going to go when you finish school Tarii?" he asked, smiling.
Satu smiled. "Well it's nice to know that you would ask me if it wern't for an overprotective father. Plus I've got nothing on an abusive piano teacher. I mean how can compete with that?" he said with a sarcastic smirk. He had never been taught by anyone who taught the piano in such a cruel way but he knew quite a few people who did. Those people tended not to get to far in playing the piano while the people who were taught with love florished.
"Hum maybe she scared him so much that she scared your father to taking her on to teach you?" Satu said, thinking how strange that situation would be.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 4:31 pm
Tarii sighed a little. Why did it seem like most people in this school were so happy to rebel against their parents? Perhaps they longed for more in a close life. Its not easy being born into wealth, no matter what benefits you receive.
"What will I do? Well I don't have any siblings so I'm going to take on the family cooking business." She paused, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I don't mind it. Cooking can be boring sometimes, since I tend to be impatient, but otherwise its fun. My cousin is going to take care of the economic part of the dynasty, so I inherit the restaurant franchise."
She smirked. "Its either that or become a fashion model like my mother." Something she did not want to do.
"I don't know, honestly. He loves her, he really does, but she always abuses him and calls him an idiot. I don't think hes scared though. He hasn't been taught by her since he was 17. Didn't even know she existed until he started to talk about music lessons." Of course it was possible. Anything was these days
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