Let the music set you free

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Tracey Wyvern

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<p>Tracey dragged her fingers across the keys of the piano. It had been so long since she played. She didn't even know if she still knew how to play. Tracey had heard that it was one of those things that you simply do not forget - but she had her doubts. It wasn't like riding a bike. Learning how to play instruments took a lot of hard work...and you needed to practice playing constantly or else you'd forget it all. Right now, she had no idea which keys were for what notes. How would she be able to play without remembering that?</p>

<p>With her eyes closed, Tracey took a deep breath and began to play. A long time ago, she rarely had to look down at the piano keys to know what she was playing. This was the only test that would let her know whether or not she truly lost the ability to play the piano. It might just kill her if she could no longer play, but Tracey just have to get over it and start over if that were the case.</p>

<p>At the very least, though, Tracey knew she'd still have her singing and dancing to fall back on if she could no longer play.</p>

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(((OOC: Whoever posts next can decide how well Tracey was able to play.)))
 
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Practice. Ever since coming to the Academy, it was something that he found he never quite had time enough to do. Back home, he would play for at least an hour a day, nearly every day, if not more. Within the past week, he'd maybe played once... for a grand total of fifteen minutes before he had to rush off to his next class. Homework wasn't too bad and being busy was good, but it hardly left time for what he enjoyed. After finishing his social studies homework early, the high schooler decided it would be a good time to head down to the music rooms.

As he wandered through the halls, however, something caught his ear. Though these rooms attempted to be soundproof, his hearing was a bit sharper than normal and he could hear the faint pinging of the keys of a piano coming from one of the practice rooms. As he came closer, he spotted a cracked door, light and the sound coming from inside. He floated over to where the door was, cracked it open just a few more inches and hovered in the doorway, waiting until the blue-haired girl was done with her piece.

"That was very nice," he said quietly. While he had noticed a few deviations to what he remembered the song sounding like, those mistakes were few and far between and the girl had obviously put forth a noble effort. "Do you play often?" He slipped the black and silver flute case back into his messenger bag while he awaited her reply.
 
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<p>Tracey replied to the boy's compliment, "Thank you very much." Her playing ability hadn't worsened too much. At the boy's question, though, she mentally frowned. How was she supposed to answer him? If she told the truth, she might seem a bit arrogant. It was against her nature to lie, though.</p>

<p>With a heavy heart, Tracey sighed, "It's actually been a long time since I've played. One doesn't have a lot of free time in military school. Before that, though, I would play everyday." She noticed the boy put some kind of case back into his messenger bag. Out of sheer curiosity, she asked him, "Do you play any instruments?"</p>

<p>She mentally berated herself. Of course the boy plays some sort of instrument - why else would he be in here? It was always nicer to ask, though. Even if you already know the answer, asking will at least prevent some people from hating you for knowing things that they haven't spoken up about.</p>

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Claire slowly walked into a big room, filled with instruments. It's been forever since she had even seen an instrument. She stepped towards a guitar, studying it. She sees a girl and a guy over by a piano, and starts to walk over there. "Hi."
 
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((OOC: Since there are three people, posting order should probably go Elisha, Tracey, Claire, as that's what's been established thus far...))

You really do point out the obvious, ne? That thought was brief and it disappeared in an instant. Keeping in line with his better judgement, he bit the inside of his lip just hard enough to keep from speaking aloud. As the girl explained about military school, Elisha nodded and glided into the room, taking a seat on one of the wooden chairs in the corner, though, if one looked closely, they would be able to tell that he was not actually touching the chair. "It is good to play to relieve stress," he replied, letting his bag drop to the floor. Before he could answer the blue-haired girl's other question, another girl walked in, her eyes fixated on the guitar for a moment before even uttering a greeting.

"Hello." He turned towards the newcomer. "We were just talking, so feel free to join us."
 
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Tracey Wyvern

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Tracey smiled at the boy as she replied to him, "You're absolutely right."

<p>The boy had been about to answer question when another girl had walked in and interrupted them. She hadn't realized it, though, until the boy she had been conversing with had spoken to her. Tracey turned her head and said, "He's right. We won't mind at all if you join in on our conversation."

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(((OOC: I know I was late in finally posting this reply. I had other roleplays that I had been working on.)))
 
Claire

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Claire nodded and got a bit closer. She had not really had time to play an instrument, but she loved listening to music."Thanks." She paused. "I am Claire, and you?"

She looked down that the piano. It had been so long since she had seen one. It was pretty. It looked so clean and new, how well it had been treated. She smiled a bit, then looked up at the two people in-front of her.
 
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VeritasKnight

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((OOC: I do apologise for my long hiatus, but I'm more or less back now and will make an effort to post semi-regularly, at least!))

"Elisha." The boy glanced at the newcomer. She was short, perhaps shorter than he was, even. He followed the girl's wishful glance towards the piano. He'd seen better instruments, but, considering this one was at a school, it was in suprisingly good shape. He bit the inside of his lower lip. It had been years since he'd really played piano, since the middle of elementary school, actually, but perhaps, with these new acquaintances of his, he could remedy that problem soon enough.

He turned back to the blue-haired girl. "Perhaps you can play some more?" he asked. "Claire will probably enjoy it greatly."
 
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