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Sitting alone in the classroom, Lazarus sat on one of the desks and swung his legs back and forth underneath it. He had to wait a bit before going to an event after school, but this time was growing increasing hard for him to just stay put in this room and wait. There was so much more he could be doing right now, but instead he was stuck here waiting for the event to be closer to starting.

Getting bored, he began to whistle a simple tune he had made just just then, tapping his hand against the desk to make a beat. If he was going to wait, he was at least going to enjoy it some by playing some music. As he began to figure out the general beat of everything, he began to sing a little instead of whistle. The lyrics were simple, about how he liked going to this academy, but they also had meaning behind them. Not only that, turns out Lazarus was quite the singer.

The noise that wasn't his own voice caught the baphomet off guard, causing him to lose his balance in the chair he had been leaning on only two legs instead of the four it had ", Ohhhhh my-!" CRASH! Now he was on the floor of the classroom, rubbing his head achingly. When Lazarus got into his singing moods when alone, he tended to be more easily off guard. Despite all this, Lazarus wasn't mean about the situation, just rubbing the back of his head that has just slightly bummed the desk behind him. He was going to be perfectly alright ", Owww... Sorry about that. You have a question?"

"I get easily surprised when I am singing on my own. No worries, it was an accident," Lazarus gave the geist a small smile. She had seemed so worried for him when she had seen him fall. At least this nightmare was a genuinely nice one it seemed. He had seen quite a few mean ones ever since more mutated nightmares had come to campus. Despite his most of the time carefree personality, nightmares who were mean were a really big pet peeve of his ", The music room? Well, we do meet up here sometimes if we are not actually preforming any music, so I guess it could be counted as such. So yeah, this is the music room classroom."

Getting up slowly, Lazarus became more interested in this geist. Who was she? WHy had she come in after hearing music in here? Was she interested in learning? ", My name is Lazarus. What is your name?"

"What a pretty name," He gave her another soft smile. The key to befriending shy nightmares was to be gentle about approaching them and to go at their pace. He always felt pretty bad whenever he failed to do so ", I know the school pretty well. I have been here for a while now-... Oh!" So she thought he had a nice singing voice. That was nice to know. Most of the time he never got recognition for doing well after all ", Thank you Odessa Nevere. Can... can I just all you Odessa or... or even Odette?"

Suddenly his normal outgoing self was dissipating, nervously stroking his left hand with his right. For some reason this girl had suddenly made him very nervous after getting a good look at her. She was kind of cute, like that character Odette he had been reading about from a ballet. Was this because he wasn't used to being alone with a girl? ", I mean... You remind me of a very pretty character named Odette and I just... umm... sorry I am not normally like this. Perhaps you could stay and listen some more if you want?"

He gave a nod ", Yeah, I have read the book and one day hope to see it for myself," he continued to blush back as well, looking away for a bit in embarrassment. Seriously, he had to get a grip on himself ", Perhaps if we become friends, we could see it together?" Well, he was jumping to huge conclusions ", I mean... you seem very nice and I would like being friends with you yes."

He lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck, chuckling nervously ", So... I'm sorry if I am moving too fast for you. I'm not used to talks like this I guess."

"I don't read a lot, but I do enjoy it from time to time," He admitted, noticing how the mentioning of books got her excited ", Even though I am known for being a bit of a wild one, reading is a really good past time, especially for someone with a huge imagination like I do. It seems you enjoy them too, even more so than me. I like that."

There she was getting nervous again at the mention of friends. So she hadn't met too many here yet? Well then, perhaps being her friend would be a good thing. They could go see plays together, read books, and maybe even sing! The last one excited him the most, a soft grin forming on his lips at the thought of singing with someone else. Even if she wasn't that good, it sure would be better than singing alone ", Friends then we shall try to be. We can go see plays together, read books, and... well... maybe even sing together?"

"Music and theater are my ways of going to a different world," Lazarus explained, reaching to gently take her hand. He could see she was nervous about the singing bit, especially so when she mentioned she wasn't good at it ", That doesn't matter to me. I just want to sing with someone for a change, and I would love for it to be you. Even if you are not the best, that doesn't mean anything to me. I am sure you actually have an amazing singing voice, you just haven't trained it yet."

He gave her hand a small squeeze ", I can teach you how to sing. It is my passion after all. I'm always writing songs and such, so I know a lot about music and singing. You okay with me teaching you?"

"We wouldn't have to since in front of others, just between ourselves," he wouldn't dream of forcing her to sing in front of others if she didn't want to. It would be all her choice after all. At the mentioning of food he nodded. He wasn't huge into food, but it was delicious none the less. Besides, food could be considered an art form!

When Odessa saw the clock, he became a little surprised at how she went from shy to Miss Speedy. She sure didn't like being late to class. That was one aspect she wouldn't like about him, but it was one aspect he could change about himself to better suite her ", Oh! Ummm... It was nice talking to you. I'll try to see you after classes tomorrow," And with that she was gone. His own Odette was now rushing off to class. What had he gotten himself into?