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Zhori had to stop herself from squealing when Cressida mentioned she might like to focus on vocal skills. "Really?" she asked, face lighting up as she grabbed the girl's hands. "That's perfect! That's absolutely perfect." Oh yes. This one was hers. She absolutely refused to share. If any other professor got close to her, Zhori would simply have to, have to...have to bap them on the head with a drum stick or something.

"That is my specialty too, actually. I didn't think I would get any students who wanted to hone their voices. And you have such a sweet voice too, you probably sing beautifully."

Eeeee! She wanted to bounce. Maybe there wouldn't be any other students who were interested in music and she could just focus all her time on this one. Which actually might be a little creepy and obsessive, but she was just so excited. This was going to be fun!

"Well," Zhori said, drawing the word out slightly. "You must like singing or else you wouldn't consider making it a specialty at all, right? It's not as if you have to have had special training, or performance experience to enjoy doing something."

"We just have to help you build confidence. Learning how to project and all that, comes with time. I also didn't really have any experience when I stared performing but I picked up al ot of tricks along the way. If you decide you wish to be a vocalist, that just means I get to show you everything I know. I'm looking forward to it.

She grinned and gave the girl's hands a squeeze. "Now, is there anything else you need? With no school, I'm sure you don't want to be stuck inside all day."

Mikal fallowed Angel into music room, he to found his own personal room to practice violin in. He heard Angel's voice and looked at her after opening the door to a room.
"Yes Angel, we did." Mikal mentioned bluntly.
After staring at Angel for seconds he finally turned his head and entered into his quiet room. The door closed behind. Mikal seated in a stool an held his violin properly.
[Description of playing our interments?]

Mikal inhaled air and closed his eyes, as soon as he released the air he placed the bow upon strings attached to the violin. Once his hand that was carefully holding the bow slowly moved a beautifully shocking sound released from the violin. As Mikal played a slow violin solo his fingers near the handle strictly shifted vibrantly and quickly. His stiffened body slowly shimmered along with the music as if he was a wave part of the ocean. A few minutes after a slow solo the voice of the violin began to scream a high pitch noise, the solo turn quickly into a fast and harsh solo. Mikal became still as statue, every now and then he would open his eyes slightly and flicker the difference between dark brown and a beautiful shinning gold. The bow that was protected by Mikal's fingers moved along with the strings and so did his mind. He was completely hypnotized by his own music that he had forgot he was still in an academy. In his mind he imagined himself in front of both his families, biological and adopted. They were watching him play, some of his audience were smiling and others stared with orange, red or golden eyes. Mikal knew what each color meant, the meaning of the color was really important in his family. The tone of the song change again after another set of minutes, this time it was a mixture, bipolar music. The image in Mikal's mind changed into darkness, complete pitch black. Sometimes he'll see flashes of light, then a red color although mostly black. Mikal's body moved along with the music which looked like a violent shimmer, sharp and forceful. While all of this was happening an random image irrupted him. It was Angel's face winking at him, immediately Mikal took a step back and opened his eyes. The beautiful golden color darkened into brown. It was strange, Mikal's throat only felt dry during the play of his music but that was beside the point. He wanted to know why Angel was on his mind. Mikal looked around the room for an abandoned violin case, he found a old leather brown one without a name. It was wrong to steal but in this situation he did it anyway. Carefully packing his violin and bow in the case he closed it then clicked it shut. Mikal walked over to the door, before leaving he saw Angel in the other practice room. He opened the door to the room he was in and walked over to her room and watched her play through the window in the door.
[Oki, it's your turn. x.x; So much editing.]

Mikal watched Angel play, he noticed something different about her. Her emotions were all over the place and it was disturbing. She wasn't like this in the hallway and Mikel knew this. Mikal figured that Angel must have been hiding her emotions, she was so good at it that he couldn't even tell from the start. For the first time he felt something in his chest, a warming strong beat. It sickened him and he felt like puking. After seeing Angel glance into the air he took a step back. Another heart beat happen and more stomach pain. Mikal continued to watch, deep inside he want to stop but his father always told him to face his fear. He wasn't sure what this was but he had to face it. When Angel made her finishing touch Mikal noticed a different pattern in her fingers and a painful facial expression on her face. It looked as if she was in pain but Mikal didn't' understand that. He felt the beat again and it continued. He was confused about this whole situation. After Angel fell to her knees Mikal took a step forward and watched her closely. She looked angry now. For some odd reason he wanted to ask what was wrong but he didn't, shouldn't have been watching her anyway but he couldn't move. He just stood there watching her. Why couldn't he move?


[I kind of scanned it so if you see anything wrong don't be shy to tell me.]

Mikal wanted to laugh at Angel, he saw her face and it was humorous to him but he didn't. Instead he stood there and sighed.
"Angel, You need to calm down. We need to talk about something." Mikal said quietly.

Mikal sighed again, he was thinking of ways to calm Angel down and to answer her question at the same time.
"Your beautiful when you play your guitar Angel." Mikel said gently, he felt his heart beat again. It was annoying.
"The sounds you made when you express your emotion are astonishing Angel. You don't have to tell me what's wrong. I understand that we just met but I have to tell you something important thought."