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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:38 am
It seemed like the school was beginning to brim to the top with new and erratic transfer students. Hallways were filled with the echoes of shuffling footsteps and gossiping about the latest rumors, one of which being that the academy itself was haunted.
How preposterous, Nathan thought to himself as he leafed through a few binders of sheet music, trying to find something soothing to soul to bring to Barren Pine's Piano Hall for practicing. Everybody with any ounce of rational mind would know that such things and ghosts do not exist, and Nathan was surprised to see so many of his (what should have been exceptionally gifted) peers were eating this information like candy.
I mean, really, a room with acid dripping from the ceiling? That sounded like something taken completely out of that one ghost hunting movie from the '80s.
Deft fingers shuffled through papers until finally coming across an all-time favorite: Piano Sonata No. 14. Nothing like some Ludwig Von Beethoven to warm the cockles of one's heart.
Having found his sheet music of choice, he quickly exited his dorm room, clicked the door locked and made his way to the Piano Hall, making sure to dodge and weave away from these new and obnoxious teenagers.
After all, he has always been at Barren Pines, and he wasn't about to let some group of miscreants ruin his joy and studies.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:42 pm
Serenade Soriano didn't believe in gossip.
She thought it frivolous, and thought people had better ways to spend their time. Besides, what she had heard was entirely preposterous! People were just making up things, when they could use their time wisely to practice their gift.
She herself was already there in Barren Pines' Piano Hall, seated primly atop a piano seat, the cover of the piano open, and scores arranged neatly. However, while the piano book was open to 'Nocturne in F sharp major, Op. 15, No. 2' by Chopin, her fingers were not on the piano keys, but instead, rested on her lap. She was staring at it forlornly, shoulders sagged and didn't notice when Nathan made his way in.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:24 pm
An eyebrow primly raised atop his forehead at the sight of the motion-less girl as he entered the room. She clearly had everything that she needed arranged and ready to be played, and yet, she simply sat there, displaying the perfect visage of a forlorn girl. Though curious, he knew it wasn't polite to pry into people's personal lives, and so it was that he passed her by in silence to sit at the remaining grand piano in the room.
After all, it would be chaotic and impossible to play if there were five or six pianos and their accompanying person playing them. What a raucous it would make!
Nathan pulled out and arranged his sheet music on the piano stand. Having seen that everything was in the correct order, he cracked his knuckles (an appalling habit, even he knew himself) and settled his fingers on top of the keys. His fingers moved expertly and gracefully over each note, as a sound as forlorn as Serenade swallowed the room whole.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 2:22 am
The sudden noise made her jump and Serenade whirled around, only to spot Nathan, or as she usually called him, 'Nate', and wondered when he had entered without her noticing. It wasn't as if she had been playing; sometimes she was too caught up in her practice that she disregarded everything else around her. Apparently thoughts drew one into their own world as well as music did.
She sat there, watching him play,; ah, one of Beethoven's Sonatas, making no sound at all as she listened. She herself hated anyone disrupting her practice, so she abided by these same rules, knowing that Nate would probably dislike it if anyone interrupted him too. Every performer had their ethics.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:53 am
It was probably not a far-fetched idea to say that out of all the people in Nathan's classes, Serenade was the one most like him. He felt that she was one of the smarter students roaming around Barren Pines, and was pleased to find out that she too loved the piano as much as he did, and took its studies just as seriously. What was more surprising was the fact that they weren't exactly the closest of friends, just mere class acquaintances who were more or less on the friendlier side.
But that was Serenade for you; she was always the one that shined with a smile, and Nathan would always secretly appreciate and marvel over it.
The sonata was a short piece in comparison to Beethoven's many, so it was in no time that his fingers struck the final notes with a fierce determination, and allowed the sound to resonate in the room before fading away into the silence.
That was a good practice, he thought to himself, his pride glowing in the form of a complacent grin on his face. With any luck, the music he created may inspire Serenade to snap out of her funk.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 8:06 am
Serenade never made a conscious effort to get closer to people; most of those she knew could be either classified as acquaintances and mere friends. But then, there were exceptions to this, like Jude. How they had become like brother and sister boggled her sometimes; he was a sports guy and she was a music girl, how had they even met again? It hurt her brain to think about it sometimes, and she had simply abandoned the thought. She was usually closer to those that were musically gifted as well, but she was quiet, and so was Nathan.
When he had finished, she lifted her hands and clapped; it was courteous for an audience to do so. Then after a few moments of silence and debating with herself, she spoke up. "Hey Nate?" She hoped he didn't mind her shortening his name. "Have you ever, y'know, hit a rut? In terms of music, I mean."
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