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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 9:55 am
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Normally Liam didn’t come to this school, he was far too old to be a student here, but he’d been asked by one of the workers at the orphanage to pick up one of the younger children. They had started to take music after school, something he was glad made the younger orphan happy, but that meant someone had to pick them up. Normally that was left to one of the workers but the usual caregiver was sick, they’d caught the flu, and so they were unable to come in.
It was really no surprise they were spread thin on caregivers, they had been as far back as he could remember, so in order to help and perhaps get used to the future he saw for himself he’d offered to go pick up Anna.
The walk there, in the somewhat warm clothing he had, wasn’t the most pleasant of things but he supposed it could be worse - it could always be worse.
Deciding he wanted to warm up some, before going back out and walking back to the orphanage, Liam stepped into the school and after letting someone at the front desk know who he was, and why he was there, he was permitted to take a seat or head to the auditorium if he wished.
Decisions...decisions...he didn’t like them, he didn’t like having to choose between several things. He never was sure which was the best choice and doubted his choices at times. Perhaps it stemmed from other poor choices he’d made in his life, he’d made plenty of those, but it wasn’t something he could help. It was with a shrug of his shoulders that he decided to head towards the auditorium, after being issued a visitors pass, so he could seat himself there and watch the little girls lessons. She had signed up to learn the viola, though that hadn’t been her first choice. Anna’s first choice, from what he knew, had been the violin but the free ones the school let students borrow for the year had all gone out to other people. She had thus decided on the viola, deeming it similar enough to the violin.
Honestly Liam wasn’t even sure what the difference between the two was, if there even was any difference. Pushing the door open, just enough to slip into the auditorium, he found himself a seat in the back and sat himself down as he leaned forward just a bit to watch what was likely to last few minutes of the practice.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 2:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 2:38 pm
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Anna it seemed was one of those who wanted to hang back a bit, watching her teacher play, and so Liam was forced to stay as well. He didn’t mind it though, he understood taking pleasure in small and simple things whenever you could, he understood Anna’s love for music and her want to hear someone else play. It was lovely but sad, to emotions easy to tell from the piece, as he stood and moved forward. Lightly settling a hand on Anna’s shoulder to let her know that he was here.
A nod of his head, and a smile, given to her when she turned her head to look up at him. When she turned back to continue to watch he focused on the player seated at the piano. He was good, it was no wonder he taught music, and seemed at ease seated at a piano playing.
Some people made it look easy when in fact he was sure it wasn’t, though having never taken music classes himself he couldn’t tell if it was or wasn’t easy. He assumed not though.
It was once a few more children had left, leaving only two children aside from Anna, that he decided to sit down again. Clearly Anna had no interest in leaving till he was done, and he wouldn’t drag her away from this and back to the orphanage...this was a little light in her life and he’d let her have it for as long as he could.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 2:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 2:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 2:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:14 pm
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“Liam…” He didn’t know if the man knew Anna’s last name, if he knew where it came from, he couldn’t give his own just incase. He liked to hide his family status...hide that he was an orphan. It wasn’t something he liked people knowing...it never brought good things for him. Keeping one hand holding onto Anna’s his blue eyes moved towards the other for a moment, looking up at him. “I’m not too picky...though nothing too loud or harsh…” He would try most things once, save for certain genres, but he really preferred things that were lighter - softer. It was just calmer for him and it didn’t bother him the way a lot of other things did.
Liam liked to go to sleep to music playing, or the sound of rain, when he could. He had for Christmas a few years back gotten a speaker for the old ipod he’d gotten and he played music over that so he could go to sleep easier. The computer, that everyone in the orphanage used, was filled with music which he’d downloaded so he could transfer it to his own personal music device. It was one of the few items, the ipod and speaker, that he held dear.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:20 pm
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A good name? For some reason he wanted to smile at that, maybe because his name had been picked for a reason and wasn’t just random, it was nice to hear. While he didn’t care about anyone elses opinion on his taste in music, because everyone was entitled to their own opinion. It was somewhat nice to hear someone else approve. He figured it was just human emotion, that want approval.
While he and Anna continued walking the other had stopped, but why? Figuring it out after they’d gotten a few steps ahead of the other the two of them stopped and waited, watching, the other.
“It’s fine...and maybe. I can come pick up Anna more often.” It would be nice to get out a bit more, he didn’t like always being in the orphanage, it was depressing being inside all the time especially at his age where people had more social lives. He lacked a lot compared to others his age, and he felt it often. It was another thing which separated him in school from his peers. He didn’t have the same experiences that he could talk about. He couldn’t go out with others his age, he couldn’t go shopping, he just...couldn’t do things. It felt like he was in part being denied living….because he didn’t experience things fully.
“Music is something that goes beyond barriers like language...so yes, it can be freeing...and universal as well.” A way to share your feelings with a wider range of people, to touch more people. He didn’t think he’d be any good with an instrument but wasn’t a voice, when one could since, considered one really?
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:21 pm
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