Daniel had been at Starlight Academy for just less than a week, and so far was having trouble finding his way around the huge school. He had kept to himself, and avoided confrontation, but he was amazed by the other students, who, like him, had powers beyond those of natural humans. Even he had only known of his powers for several months. It was only days before his 16th birthday that they revealed themselves, and Dan was unsure what to think of them.
He almost regretted telling his parents about his new found abilities. He missed life at home so dearly. Even without the polluted air of his hometown, Seattle, Washington, he felt terribly out of place at the academy. Back home he had friends, family, and a semi-established daily routine. Here, he relaxed passively in the lounge and attended the necessary classes. Today, however, his routine would be changed up slightly.
He was surprised that he had never seen it before; a plain door, no different than any others, besides the neat label that read, "Music Room". When he discovered it, he could not help himself. He pushed the door open, anticipating an awkward situation, but found the room devoid of other people. Positioned neatly and strategically around the room were musical instruments of all sorts. The first to catch his eye was the row of guitars along a far wall. His eyes lit up and his mouth transformed into a boyish grin.
He rushed forward, picking up a Strat' that had certainly served its share of artists. He quickly located a patch chord, running into a nearby amplifier, and plugged the guitar in, turning the machine on and winding the volume up to an even 6. Master Volume and Overdrive needed to be low, and Dan hated to do it. He turned the knob labeled "Master Volume" to 3, and "Overdrive" to 0, slightly disappointed. There could be no distortion. He was testing the instrument.
Fishing a soft, blue pick from the right pocket of his faded, torn jeans, he carefully set his index finger on the low 'E' string, covering the first fret. He played the note, and closed his eyes at the sound of the 'F', ringing out clear and loud throughout the room, that he now realized was arranged perfectly. He smirked devilishly, and cranked the "Master Volume", and "Overdrive" knobs to 6 and 10 respectively, and he covered the first fret with his index finger. With his ring and pinky fingers, he covered the third fret of the 'A' string and the fourth of the 'D'.
With the click of a switch, and the flick of his wrist, the pick slid across the top three strings, and the amp created his favorite sound of all: an 'F' power chord.
He almost regretted telling his parents about his new found abilities. He missed life at home so dearly. Even without the polluted air of his hometown, Seattle, Washington, he felt terribly out of place at the academy. Back home he had friends, family, and a semi-established daily routine. Here, he relaxed passively in the lounge and attended the necessary classes. Today, however, his routine would be changed up slightly.
He was surprised that he had never seen it before; a plain door, no different than any others, besides the neat label that read, "Music Room". When he discovered it, he could not help himself. He pushed the door open, anticipating an awkward situation, but found the room devoid of other people. Positioned neatly and strategically around the room were musical instruments of all sorts. The first to catch his eye was the row of guitars along a far wall. His eyes lit up and his mouth transformed into a boyish grin.
He rushed forward, picking up a Strat' that had certainly served its share of artists. He quickly located a patch chord, running into a nearby amplifier, and plugged the guitar in, turning the machine on and winding the volume up to an even 6. Master Volume and Overdrive needed to be low, and Dan hated to do it. He turned the knob labeled "Master Volume" to 3, and "Overdrive" to 0, slightly disappointed. There could be no distortion. He was testing the instrument.
Fishing a soft, blue pick from the right pocket of his faded, torn jeans, he carefully set his index finger on the low 'E' string, covering the first fret. He played the note, and closed his eyes at the sound of the 'F', ringing out clear and loud throughout the room, that he now realized was arranged perfectly. He smirked devilishly, and cranked the "Master Volume", and "Overdrive" knobs to 6 and 10 respectively, and he covered the first fret with his index finger. With his ring and pinky fingers, he covered the third fret of the 'A' string and the fourth of the 'D'.
With the click of a switch, and the flick of his wrist, the pick slid across the top three strings, and the amp created his favorite sound of all: an 'F' power chord.