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Post by Adonis Dwyn Lewis on Oct 12, 2007 13:36:25 GMT -5
[x]KoreeDroo
-sound the bugle now-
The hall was completley empty, well the side hall was anyway where all the instruments where and it was bascially the same size as the great hall anyway. Her hair was messily straightened and pushed in a slightly annoyingly messy bun tied with a pink ribbon and one pink streak strung through the brown hair. Her side frindge, also with one pink streak on the outter side, hung across her eye which was deeply rung in black with a small amount of pink eyeshadow on her upper lid used more in the way of eyeliner than anything. Her dress was simply a black corset style bodice with quite a layered skirt in a sating/silk looking fabric with detailed stitching on the bodice. Her boots were black also with a white skull and pink bow. Other than the odd splash of colour she was quite plain and not her usual style. The beautiful shiney black grand piano sat in the corner, drums to its right and every other instrument you could have wished for scattered around.
She sat on the velvet cushioned seat and slightly sighed placing her feet on the pedals and possitioning her hands lazily yet she took them off again and rumbled in her large black bag which was strung across her shoulder and now on the ground pulling out quite a crumpled sheet of music placing it on the piano stand. Her blue eyes ran over it quite quickly before she began playing a rhythmic piece situtated around the high notes before abruptly stopping she suddenly in the midst of the silence began a sharp singing suddenly accumpanied by the small melody on the piano.
"Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don't feed me violins
just run with me through rows of speeding cars.
The papercuts the cheating lovers
The coffee's never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck"
The ribbon in her hair came loose letting her straight hair fall from its hold and fall over her bare shoulders while she continued to sing on her hands quickly making sharp work of the notes.
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Post by Blake Longbottom on Oct 12, 2007 14:06:29 GMT -5
Busy minds never seem to rest, he always had something to think of. It was so confusing, and he mind was buzzing like a thousand bees. It was Friday although, and he could rest. His brain diddn’t seem to want to. It was too full of stuff he had to do, he couldn’t forget it. He wanted to forget…. To just forget all of it. He wandered into the great hall, too early for whatever meal was next, and saw all the interments.
It took him a while to relize that he was not alone, that the medolious music was not coming from them alone . It was Korie again, the girl from the hogshead. He was totally silcened, and nodded at her to keep playing. He wanted to hear the end of the song.
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Post by Adonis Dwyn Lewis on Oct 12, 2007 14:18:41 GMT -5
[x]KoreeDroo
-sound the bugle now-
She stopped briefly and narrowed her eyes, possitive the door had just opened but she continued falling into another song, leaving that one behind. The key was much lower quite minor actually and different than the other one by far. She worked with just her left hand while her right hand fumbled around for her wand and flicked it at the drums to follow what she wished for them to do (quite like an imperious curse actually).
"I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.
And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better.
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Family in crisis that only grows older.
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?"
Her eyes seemed to lightly prick with tears yet she held them back. This song was completly her own, possibly not the greatest one in the world but it was personal, from the heart and quite painful. She wasn't going to actually show it was though although she'd said that a little too soon as a small tear trickled down her face tinted slighly grey from the eyeliner.
She hardley noticed Blake coming in, actually she was too busy reading the music sheet and singing, quite loudly. She never let on she was musical, no everyone was musical nowadays playing the guitar or drums and the piano and singing, she was arty actually any type of art she was talented with. Drama, preforming, dance, drawing anything like that she was talented at aswell as her writing skills although her spelling was atrocious purley from her phonetic spelling and dyslexia. She was therefore slightly below average or average in her classes but she hid her talents quite a lot apart from hr drawing.
"Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I am broken, but I am hoping.
Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I am crying, a part of me's dying.
And these are, these are, the
confessions(pause) of a broken heart!
And I wear all your old clothes your polo sweater.
I dream of another you, one who would never.
Never, leave me alone to pick up the pieces. Daddy to hold me, that's what I needed."
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Post by Blake Longbottom on Oct 12, 2007 15:05:22 GMT -5
Why speak? Why ruin the music flowing perfectly from the slytherian's piano. It was so calm, so perfect.
"Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I am broken, but I am hoping.
Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I am crying, a part of me's dying.
And these are, these are, the
confessions(pause) of a broken heart!
Were the word true? Did she mean this? Why did he fell that this was coming from her heart? How trobled was her past.
Blake stood in the conor, waiting.
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