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When I imagine myself I'm barely there.
~✰`★ ~ ☄Cam, as if reading Casey's mind, said almost exactly what he was thinking. Case smiled and breathed out a simple Yeah for lack of anything better to say.He had no idea the appeal to him when it came to space. I mean, sure it was beautiful but it didn't end there with Casey. He's never admired the sky for just its beauty there was something more to it. A deep curiosity that he wanted to fulfil. He wanted badly to taste something he couldn't have, everything it emitted seemed almost tangible to him.
Casey drew his focus back to Cam giving a smile and shrug of his shoulder. "What can I say it's hard to keep my composer around..."You He couldn't say it. The word seemed stuck in this throat so instead he vaguely gestured. Cam was stunning, breath taking, beautiful, just the works. It was easy for Casey to feel attraction for him and even harder for him to shove it to the side. His emotions were still everywhere, he didn't want to plow into something. He didn't want to hurt anymore, and he didn't want to hurt anyone around him. Cam called him a show off and laughed, Case gave an awkward chuckle but drowned it with his coffee, unscrewing the cap and taking a big sip. Cam leaned forward on the counter and Casey acknowledged the lack of distance between them. If he adjusted himself a little and leaned in a bit more they'd probably be nose to nose, or close to it.
Silence fell over them like a blanket, but a cozy blanket that made you feel warm and safe. Casey zoned out at the snap of his fingers and got lost in his thoughts. He looked down a little, staring at the still opened book on the counter. He remember when he was younger he used really like reading to people. Once his local animal shelter let you read to the dogs so they could get used to having people around and he did it twice a week. It was one of the happier moments of his life. This was always the dream for Case. He'd read a book with someone he loved next to him, or maybe with their head in his lap. He'd read for hours, his fingers running through soft hair, twirling it around his fingers mindlessly. He'd read and he'd read until his lover fell asleep in his lap and he'd mark the page so they could do it again sometime. Casey gave a small but someone sad smile, eyes looking a little longing now. Of course, this was a dream, just a dream. And it died a long time ago. It was childish and naive to still hope for something so... So hopeless. He looked up from the book and at Cam, taking in dark skin and golden eyes and dark hair. "Why do you always do this to yourself Casey?" Pedri voice ringed in his head, he had a vague idea what Pedri was talking about but he didn't want to accept it. No. Him and Cam where friends, they where just friends. Casey only just met the guy, this is there second meeting. There's no way Case was getting feeling for this guy. Yet still he had to take into account moments like this. Where he'd take in details of the other male and butterflies, nah butterflies are weak. Dragons would set off in his stomach, wings tickling and fire burning within him. So many goddamn dragons it made him feel sick. But it couldn't be this, it was probably lack of sleep, or too much coffee, right? It had to be.
Cam spoke and Case gladly pulled himself away from his thoughts. He looked at Camil with wide eyes and a light blush, lips slightly parted. He was seeing the guy in a whole new light. He didn't want to feel this, he didn't want to feel anything. Why did he always do this?! It annoyed him so much why couldn't he just be friends with people. Why'd he always have to go and get feelings, ugh! Casey ran a hand down his face. "I'm fine." He signed then said. "I'm just a little tired if anything, it's no biggie." He said, ignoring Pedri as the spirit informed him that he wasn't just tired. And of course he wasn't 'just tired' there was more to it than that. There always was. But he didn't want to focus on that right now.
The topic changed, and Casey was glad for it. He wanted to change the focus, may be needed it. "You broke your arm?" Casey looked at the board. He's never broken a bone from riding his board but he had gotten in a few accents. "I mean, I've never had anything that bad but once I was going down an overpass on a normal skateboard that I made and I turned and my wheel bit my deck so I fell off, rolled down the rest of the hill and got a piece of glass stuck in my leg." He explained. He lived in a pretty shady area growing up so it wasn't all that surprising to him but honestly the scariest part of that whole thing was getting stitches. He hated needles so much.☄ ~ ★`✰
I'm just a ghost that everyone can see.
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Casey talks Pedri talks Only Casey can hear Pedri
Lyeisander
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 6:09 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil FalkovDragonkin ❛I do think my story is very unique because having a partial disability, you are deemed by society as someone who is born to fail. This alone had made me more determined to succeed not just for myself but for the Deaf community as well.
Hence my motto in life is to live a purpose driven life, be an example to the lost in the world and to leave a legacy.❜ ▇ ▇▇ ▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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""What can I say it's hard to keep my composer around..."
You.
"..! I told you-.." he huffed and flicked the man on the forehead. This time, instead of rolling his eyes, he gently caressed the spot he flicked. For once, he didn't mind the touch. Camil understood what he was trying to say. It wasn't the first time he's heard such a thing but somehow, when it came out of Casey's mouth, his heart seemed to flutter. He wasn't used to these things and it doesn't seem as if he'd be getting used to it anytime soon. It was only then he realized how close the distance was between the both of them. Camil didn't move away, he didn't want to seem as if he found it uncomfortable so instead, he remained still, his cheeks a soft shade of pink as he lowered his gaze sheepishly, golden irises hiding underneath his thick lashes. He enjoyed being in the company of others but perhaps he just enjoyed being in Casey's company. Poor Camil never had the chance to understand what having feelings feel like, or rather, he was never given the chance. Sure, he's dated in the past but it was all because of shallow reasons. He just went with the flow, he was approached simply because they liked how he looked. Camil knew that but he felt content being appreciated eventhough it was simply on the surface. He wondered if it was the same for Casey? No, that's not right. Camil wanted to believe that he was genuine, that this friendship they had were genuine. He noticed small surprise dawn upon Casey's chiseled features and he figured he felt embarrassed over what Camil had said. Was he annoyed? His demeanor doesn't appear as if he's frustrated, quite the opposite actually.
"Sorry if I come off a nagger to you. I'm just a little.. worried." his worry wasn't little at all. Casey can reassure him as much as he wants but he'd still worry over hjs wellbeing. Camil has many siblings and seeing someone fall ill naturally triggered the 'motherly' nature within him. He wasn't going to stop worrying until he's sure that the person has recovered. He nodded. Yes, he fractured his working hand and he struggled with his daily routines for a couple of months after that. "We were at this skate park and he figured I'd learn quicker if I experienced it instead. I thought I was only learning how to balance, well, until he pushed me off that slope." he breathed a sigh. His friend was a klutz, an awfully idiotic one. He was laughing about even after the Camil was obviously in pain.
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When I imagine myself I'm barely there.
~✰`★ ~ ☄"I wasn't trying to tease you I was-" He started but the flick on the forehead threw him off track. Casey didn't really do anything when flicked, it took awhile for it to register what happened so instead of reacting he just stood there staring with a weird look on his face. It didn't hurt it was just unexpected. Cam started to rub the spot he flicked and Casey's cheeks went red, he looked to the side and fixed his eyes on the floor. "Being genuine?" He wasn't sure if that was the best way to say it. It felt pretty right though, what did he know? He also decided to mutter it, he was sure Cam didn't hear it in the first place. Casey looked back over at Cam, who was as close as ever. He stared, taking in the details of the man. How long his lashes where, how the brushed against his cheek bone when he blinked. The pink in his cheeks, trying to convert the shade to wall paint. How his hair settled.
Casey had hardly had a love life these past 10 years. He had had his fair share of one night stands though, they were okay, as good as one night stands get."Just don't touch me, I'm sorry, please don't touch me." Is normally all Casey would really say. If he wanted to keep things uncomplicated he just wouldn't let anyone know of his... Lack of certain parts. This meant dark rooms and under the covers and everything being void of touch. He normally left it feeling great and then really lonely. It was a lose win kind of thing. He can hardly recall the last person he slept with. But he knew she was nice, and very pretty. He wondered how she was doing.
Casey gave Cam a smile and placed his hand on the guys head, ruffling up his hair a little. "It's okay to worry mom." He said with a cheeky smile on his face. He placed his elbows on the counter and put his head in his hands, leaning in and listening to the story Cam had to tell. Casey was right before, there was probably three fingers worth of space between their noses now. Casey could feel heat radiating from Cam they were that close. It made his stomach twist into knots and he felt sick again. He stood up straight once Cam finished speaking to get a little space between them and hopefully calm down his stomach. "Not to be mean but your friend sounds a little like a d**k." Case said with a shrug and looked out the window, watching the rain hit the glass and slide down. "It's raining a little outside but if you want I can try and teach you. You know without pushing you down slopes and you breaking your arm." Casey said as well as signed, looking over at Cam. "We can ride down to my house and I'll make you-" He flashed a quick look at his watch. "-Lunch." He was being ballzy asking, he knew he probably shouldn't but he couldn't help himself.☄ ~★`✰
I'm just a ghost that everyone can see.
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Casey talks Pedri talks Only Casey can hear Pedri
Lyeisander
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 10:33 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil FalkovDragonkin ❛I do think my story is very unique because having a partial disability, you are deemed by society as someone who is born to fail. This alone had made me more determined to succeed not just for myself but for the Deaf community as well.
Hence my motto in life is to live a purpose driven life, be an example to the lost in the world and to leave a legacy.❜ ▇ ▇▇ ▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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He was..?
What did he say next? Camil didn't know but this was one of the rare moments he wished he had the ability to hear. He didn't like people mumbling and he usually liked setting things straight. No beating around the bush. The man would probably ask what he mumbled earlier but he didn't. For once, he let it slide. For some reason, he didn't want to know. He had the feeling that things may turn a little awkward for them if he were to pursue this topic any further. His gaze remained averted but he can feel Casey's eyes upon him, examining his features, his face heating up ever so slightly under the gaze of his sapphire irises. It was then, curiosity struck him. What were the colour of Casey's eyes? His hair? Even though Camil couldn't identify any single colour, he still wanted to know. "What are the colour of your eyes?" he asked. Camil was told that his was gold though nothing came to mind when the colour was mentioned. He couldn't imagine such a thing, he didn't know what a 'colour' was. His world only consists of black and white, and an occasional muffled voice here and there even with the help of his hearing aids.
He laughed, finding it rather strange to be addressed as 'mom'. That was what his siblings usually tell him, that he was worrying too much and that it was their mother's job to be overly concerned over their well being and health. As much as he tried to refrain himself from nagging, it was something built in and his mouth starts moving before his mind was even capable to register what was happening. He flinched at the feeling of a person's hand against his head. Normally, he'd move away but this time, he didn't mind. Sure, his features were flushed but his golden irises fixated upon Casey's chiseled features. He didn't shy away. "He's an idiot really but he means no harm. Most of the time. He's the type to do stupid things, then regret it after." he shrugged. All was forgiven in the name of love. Camil chuckled at the thought, gently shaking his head in frustration. He found it surprising that Casey offered to teach him how to skate but not without reassuring him that he won't shove him down the slope out of the blue. At least Camil hoped he wouldn't. Who knew, perhaps this time, he'd be the one to throw himself down the slope instead. He hesitated for a short while but he agreed to it nonetheless. Perhaps it'd be different this time around and at least he knew that Casey's most likely to be more careful. "If it's not too much to ask, I'd like to learn." he signed, then nodded almost instantly at his following request. "Lunch sounds great. You've been helping me a lot lately. I hope I'm not causing you too much trouble.."
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When I imagine myself I'm barely there.
~✰`★ ~ ☄Casey was pretty surprised by the question. He knew Cam couldn't see color so it should have been obvious that the question would come up but for a few seconds he couldn't think of what to say. Yes it was truly baffling, Casey forgot the color of his eyes. "Uhh." He thought for a moment. "Blue. My eyes are blue." He said, feeling a little dumb to have taken so long to respond, signing the word blue.
Cam started to laugh again, it made Case smile. He liked getting people to laugh, it made him feel like he had a purpose. Like life wasn't completely minuscule. Casey closed the book, a soft smile on his face, and scanned it to check it out for Camil. "I had a few friends like that." He said nodding a little to himself. Casey gave his board a quick look. "You'll probably want to learn on a different board. This ones a cruiser which is used to weave through people, i don't want you to fall cause the trunks are so loose." He explained, when he first got the board he had fallen off cause it was just so easy to turn, the smallest amount of pressure was a full turn. "Unless I can find a socket wrench here but I doubt it." casey said as he bagged up the book. He handed it over to Cam. "We can go to my place and eat first and I'll let you practice in my garage, if you'd like." This was good. Now Casey could squeeze in a little more time with Camil and keep his mind off of certain thoughts. They just had to focus on not breaking any bones and they should be good.☄ ~ ★`✰
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil FalkovDragonkin ❛I do think my story is very unique because having a partial disability, you are deemed by society as someone who is born to fail. This alone had made me more determined to succeed not just for myself but for the Deaf community as well.
Hence my motto in life is to live a purpose driven life, be an example to the lost in the world and to leave a legacy.❜ ▇ ▇▇ ▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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Camil couldn’t help but chuckle at the sudden hesitation in Casey’s voice. It seems he had forgotten the colour of his own eyes. He can tell that his eyes were a light shade of colour, he judt didn’t know what colour it is other than grey. Blue. He carved that answer into his mind, ”I bet it’s a beautiful colour.” he answered, trying hard to picture what it’d look like even though he knew it wouldn’t be possible. He had always dreamed of seeing colours but he knew that it wouldn’t be possible. Not now, not ever. He had gotten used to his disabilities but everytime he thought about it, it depresses him. Camil’s face fell ever so slightly but it returned to normal once Casey began to speak and in that moment, nothing seemed to matter. He was content just being able to speak to someone. He laughed lightheartedly and shrugged. Sure, it does get annoying how idiotic they may be but it’s also because of them that there’s something worth laughing about. They were the little amount of joy Camil had in his life.
”It feels special, having people like that around.” he paused and cast a gaze at Casey, locking eyes for a small amount of time before he averted his gaze once more. ”It feels special having you around too.” he signed. Casey was one of the little people who didn’t mind spending time with a person like him. He didn’t get frustrated with Camil’s lack of information in the world, in fact, he willingly explained everything to him and not once has he ever shown any signs of annoyance. It made Camil happy, it made him feel warm and he treasured the moments, he treasured their friendship. ”Ah, I didn’t think there’s so many types of skateboards.” Then again, there were mamy types of instruments too. He cringed, finding the question he asked Casey rather stupid. ”I’m fine with anything, really. Whatever’s easier for you.” he nodded. Sure, he’s still afraid of stepping on a skateboard but he supposed it wouldn’t be too bad in the garage. There’s no slope and he’d jump off a cliff if he were to break his arm on a flat ground.
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When I imagine myself I'm barely there.
~✰`★ ~ ☄He gave Cam a smile, it was a nice compliment. Back in grade and middle school people alway told him he had pretty eyes and in high school no one really cared that much. Case leaned forward on the counter. "Cant be any prettier than you." He said, boop-ing Cam on the nose and backing away a little with a chuckle that stopped the moment it registered in his mind. His cheeks lit up and he panicked for a moment. "Your! I meant your eyes..." Casey exclaimed as he tried to fix his mistake. "They're a lovely color." He slid a hand down his face and mentally slapped himself. God how could he say something so stupid. Case, despite his current embarrassment, made eye contact with Camil as he spoke. Friends in general were special, he thought. He missed his old friends. Casey read what Camil had to sign and whatever color was left in his cheeks flared up again. Everything about Casey's existence in this moment felt warm. Everything was warm and tingly and his stomach was in knots and he felt sick again. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to respond with.. With something but even when racking his brain for a response nothing came. He looked away, eyes focusing on some book he didn't care about. He felt the heat from his cheeks travel to his ears. He lifted his hands and signed back. "You're a sap."
A few moments later and skateboard were brought up. He wasn't that much of a skateboard enthusiast and he himself only owned two. Maybe three he couldn't remember. He knew for sure he had this board and a standard rip 'n dip skateboard. "Yeah there are, but I only have two. We'll work with it though. And whatever is easier for you is easiest for me." Casey said, rubbing the back of his neck and giving a shy smile. He picked up his board and coffee container and looked over to the door. "We should head out."☄ ~ ★`✰
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil FalkovDragonkin ❛I do think my story is very unique because having a partial disability, you are deemed by society as someone who is born to fail. This alone had made me more determined to succeed not just for myself but for the Deaf community as well.
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Prettier than him?
Camil subconsciously reached for his own cheeks, finding it strangely warm at the touch. Did Casey just tell him that he's pretty? The faint touch upon the bridge of his nose made his skin burn. The area where Casey's fingers brush against felt strangely warm. In fact, it was burning hot. "You-.. I-.." he stuttered, suddenly aware of their relatively close distance. Oh, how embarrassing. Camil fell silent, until Casey started panicking, which started to induce a small panic within the musician's mind. It appears he was talking about his eyes. They were gold but Camil wouldn't know.
"I've been told they're gold but they appear to me in a light shade of grey." he spoke with downcast eyes, his demeanor appearing sheepish and shy. It was in his nature, he's a very shy person and he'd become embarrassed very easily however, at the same time, his straightforward personality contradicted his shy nature. It took him a while to return his gaze back to Casey, and he turned just in time to see the small change of colour in his expression. He was confused, did he say something wrong? Casey's message threw Camil off guard and it took him a while to register what he had said. A sap? "Hey, you're blushing." he paused, "Ah, um-.. did I say something wrong-..?" he asked, awfully confused. It was obvious Camil was unaware of how straightforward he had been with his feelings. He is an awfully dense person and it'd take him years before he realize what he had said.
The conversation soon returned to the skateboards Casey owned and turns out, he wasn't that big of a fan of skateboards other than it being something convenient to travel with. Noticing the man's shy demeanor, Camil teased, "Aw, that's cute." he gave a simple nod when Casey suggested that they head off now. Taking the bag off the counter, he headed towards the door. He didn't need his sunglasses this time around. There was little to no sunlight and he could see perfectly when his irises turned elliptical. It's something unusual, but for the dragonkin, it's a fairly normal action and he hoped the small shift in his appearance does not affect Casey's outlook towards him. "For some reason, I'm feeling a little excited."
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When I imagine myself I'm barely there.
~✰`★ ~ ☄Casey noticed. Case noticed the downcast eyes and the change in demeanor. He was sure Cam felt left out when it came to stuff like this, and he had a right to be. Casey felt sad for him, not in a pity kind of way but more in a 'I want to help but I know I cant really fix anything' kind of way. He wanted to hug him, tell him everything will be okay. Or some gay s**t like that. Casey shook the thought out of his mind. "Hey you're blushing." Cam told him and Casey smiled a little, just a small curve in the corner of his lip. "No!" Casey exclaimed, shaking his head. "No you didn't do anything wrong I just.." He just what? There were a few things he could say. 'I don't hang around many people.' Or 'It's just been a while you know?' Or maybe, 'I think I like you and it's affecting how I act cause I'm a huge loser.' Casey sighed a little. "it's just been awhile, you know." It's been awhile for many things.
"Pssst, I'm not cute." Casey said in a joking manner despite him believing that, heading over to the door and holding it open for Cam. His blush had calmed down a bit, his stomach was still in twist though, butterflies fluttering around like no ones business. Casey gave came a smile. "You should be excited, I'm a great cook."EXIT☄ ~ ★`✰
Atticus wants to do something new with his music that will challenge him. At first learning other instruments and becoming a one man band was that challenge but learning other instruments isn't as challenging as it used to be. He knows he can learn other instruments with enough time and practice but he wanted to do something completely new and that is when he has been exploring his vocals a bit more, particularly in "a Capella." This has been proving difficult for him to get into despite the fact that he is an "adequate" singer as he likes to modestly state about himself. What he needed to learn was how vocals truly worked so he knows how to create the sounds he wanted to imitate in order to replace the usual instrumentals that accompany his vocals. Perhaps he can find information on the voice at the bookstore even though he can just use the Internet. There is just something about a hardcover book that seems to carry more trustworthy information than a random blog post on the Internet. Once he was inside the store, he proceeded to search the music section of the store with the hopes he can find something on "a Capella" or anything voice related.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2016 10:47 pm
xxxx ☾ Benjamin Harris ☽ xxxx xxxxThe Demonic Water Magexxxx
”The waters will obey me... with just a flourish of my hand.”
Residence:1314 Ombre Housing District ┊Occupation:Bookworm's Sales Associate
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Benjamin could only hope that the copies he had shared to Lisa and Sahar would help a lot in the research. He had departed back home as soon as they were done with the discussion. But now, today's a new day at work, and he was looking forward to meeting new customers. He had packed up lunch and ate breakfast back in his house and pedaled to the bookstore before opening the establishment. Now, he was busy as usual, conversing with customers after cleaning up to get ready.
Once he was done conversing with a female customer about baby care, his azure orbs darted towards another customer, a blue-haired guy. Judging by the action, he seemed to be looking for a certain book about his interest, though the blond would have to ask what it was. Immediately, he approached the boy with such subtlety. "Good morning, sir? Is there any matter that requires assistance?"
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Location:Bookworm's Status:Dating Yosuke Mood:busy, professional Company:A customer (Atticus) Cash in Hand:$952.45 OOC:
Its easy to find books on learning how to play a variety of instruments but not so much on the voice with the exception of the "how to sing" books he keeps coming across on the shelves. There didn't appear to be certain books on how the voice actually works or at least advanced singing. Soon he approached by a male who greeted him and asked if he is need of an assistance. He looked toward the blond male with a smile that displayed relief that someone has come to help him and said to him,
"Good morning to you as well sir. I'm having a hard time looking for a book that describes the inner workings of the voice into more detail. All I seem to be able to find is 'how to sing', but I'm looking for something that is bit more advanced."
Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 7:25 pm
xxxx ☾ Benjamin Harris ☽ xxxx xxxxThe Demonic Water Magexxxx
”The waters will obey me... with just a flourish of my hand.”
Residence:1314 Ombre Housing District ┊Occupation:Bookworm's Sales Associate
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The sales associate was listening to the blue-haired man's inquiry, his sense of hearing clear as crystal. Based on what the stranger was implying, it was something related to music. The mage rested his index finger against his own chin, humming in thought as he was absorbing the information. It took him a few seconds before he finally understood. Because of his experience reading with books, his comprehension skills were good, if not totally excellent.
"Ah, music is actually a broad genre, so if you are searching specifically for references based on your description, acoustics and acapella are the better terms. Which of the two are you actually looking for, by the way?" As usual, he had to ask more specific questions so that the recommendation would be narrowed down even further.
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Location:Bookworm's Status:Dating Yosuke Mood:curious, but still professional Company:A customer (Atticus) Cash in Hand:$952.45 OOC:Late reply because swamped with other things.
Atticus scratched the back of his head as he realized he should've been more specific when asking about what he is searching for when it came to voice. A book on a Capella would've saved him more time than his previous description and much more simpler. After he recuperated from his brief moment of embarrassment, he replied to the associate,
"Ah yes. I meant to say a Capella. Its been proving to be a difficult challenge for me and I like to know more about it. Instrumentals are fun but I always want to explore new areas of music."
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