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Post by wildchild19 on Jun 12, 2006 18:44:46 GMT -5
Olivia stood still, shifting her weight from foot to foot her face still twisted in a scowl. "At least put on a..non anti social shirt."
Ava sighed "I heard there was a huge sale at T.H this weekend..." she said in a high pitched voice.
Olivia sighed "If there isn't you are so dead, Come on teeth of doom" She grumbled grabbing Ava's arm and half dragging the girl behind her. Ava was the first to notice Hank. She laughed "See your high pitched squeal did attract attention! Ha!"
Olivia blinked "I don't squeal..." she glared at Ava.
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Post by serynsatina on Jun 12, 2006 20:50:26 GMT -5
Stefanie calmly made her way down to the band room, her delicate Pucci heels clicking softly on the floor.
"Hello?" she said, creaking open the door.
The room was empty. She shrugged.
Making her way to the locker room, she briskly entered her code with quick fingers.
Withdrawing a slender violin case, she stopped as she heard an entire horde of girls pass by the door, chattering like squirrels, faces no doubt slathered in Motives cosmetics. She smirked. They were most likely the sort of girls who spent the entire year mooning after guys and the entire summer showing off at the beach in skimpy bikinis.
She was preoccupied as she slid her rosin case up and down her bow and unpacked her violin. It was a Stradivarius, but it was not real. No. Her parents would not pay for an heirloom like that.
Sighing, she moved to lock the door and braced herself to spend the next hour lost in the complicated concertos that her orchestra director had set upon her after three days in class.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 12, 2006 21:34:20 GMT -5
[[If it's not real, how is she playing it?]]
Martin made it down to the band room, opening the door with his code and moving towards the tuba lockers. He walked down, going in order of pitch, cornets; then trumpets [[yes, there's a difference]]; then flugelhorns; finally, into the deep brass with French horns and mellophones [[mellophones are marching French horns]]; alto horns, baritones and finally euphoniums [[yes, there is such an instrument: think tenor tuba]]. The silver brass gleamed in the flourescent light as he got out the twisting piece of work. It was a Yamaha, of the finest quality. Full-sized, four-valved, advanced horn. Resting under it was his folder. He opened it and drew the jazz band's latest pieces, arrangements of Brian McKnight's Anytime, Rascal Flatts' Fast Cars and Freedom and Ray-J's One Wish.
He got out the last one, the only one where his part actually got complicated. He started at the chorus, where the line "I'll be okay if I get one" was. He was hitting sort of opposite the altos and French horns, and it was tricky.
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Post by serynsatina on Jun 13, 2006 8:19:29 GMT -5
((I mean it is not an authentic Strad. It's still a violin.))
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Post by serynsatina on Jun 13, 2006 8:28:39 GMT -5
Stefanie gasped as her finger hit a nick in the string. Shifting with a nick in your string could be painful at best; harmful at worst. It was like getting a minor rope burn along with a small cut.
Stefanie studied her finger briefly before briskly wiping off the drops of blood on a soft Kleenex.
Angrily, she removed the faulty string and all but flung it at the trash can.
The assistant was supposed to have the codes to all lockers; she was supposed to keep up instrument maintenance.
Gathering up her music, she hastily stuffed it back into her violin case and packed up, fuming. She did not even know why she was so angry at having her practice interrupted.
She growled softly, clutching her Celine handbag harder as she left the room.
Suddenly, she paused. Faint notes of a brass instrument reached her ears.
Some band guy, she thought dismissively. She had to speak to the director. Professor Bellion would have extra strings.
She knocked on his door three times firmly and waited, studying her nails. She did not have manicures done, mostly because having long nails was a pain in the neck; she had learnt that the hard way by breaking one during a concert.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 13, 2006 12:48:58 GMT -5
Martin hit a B flat, holding it for a full measure. Man, this was a weird piece. As he switched to an F, raising his first finger, he found that it would come up. That damned assistant hadn't oiled it last week! He wondered if she didn't like him, or if she was messing up everybody. That girl had sounded like she had a problem with her violin....maybe it was widespread. He left the room to get some valve oil: the good Jupiter stuff, not the icky greasy crap Yamaha gave you.
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Post by serynsatina on Jun 13, 2006 15:25:01 GMT -5
Stefanie almost jumped out of her skin when the music suddenly stopped and a boy stepped out into the room where she still stood, waiting for Professor Bellion to open the door. He looked a bit flustered, if not irritated, and she wondered if he had to see the Professor as well.
She stood there, awkwardly, for a split second before she finally found something to say.
"Who are you?"
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Post by bizznot on Jun 14, 2006 6:38:15 GMT -5
"Martin McGill, son of the ever-so-famous stock broker Colin McGill."
The girl even looked like a violinist, something in how she held her hands, fingers slightly bent. It was a bad habit from years of apprentice stock-brokering, looking over people to see their mood and what they did for a living. He felt like Sherlock Holmes, but not as welcomed.
"Why do you need to see him? String break?"
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Post by linzee on Jun 14, 2006 18:14:21 GMT -5
Elpida went outside to the concrete steps, and sat down on them with a sigh. It was nice out. She looked around the area with interest, but didn't leave the spot. She enjoyed the school already. Her family lived very far away, so it was a bit disappointing when she found out she would be moving across the country. But she was glad to get away from her parents, who would always fuss about her. She stretched out her legs, and smiled.
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Post by ward on Jun 15, 2006 17:24:36 GMT -5
Hank pushed himself from the wall, walking toward the girls with his hand out. Laughing, he turned to Ava, "Hi. I'm Hank." Turning toward Olivia, he said, "You do squeal, but that's ok. That's not what attracted me."
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Post by serynsatina on Jun 15, 2006 20:36:02 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah. Something of the sort." she said, studying him.
"You're Colin McGill's son? I've heard of him before. I think my parents..." she trailed off, realizing that she was babbling.
"Anyway. I'm Stefanie. Stefanie Henton."
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Post by wildchild19 on Jun 16, 2006 0:40:38 GMT -5
Ava laughed "Told ya so."
Olivia rolled her eyes "I'm Olivia, pleased to meet you" She shook his hand lightly.
"Ava, and same here. So what did attract you over if it wasn't the squealing?"
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Post by ward on Jun 16, 2006 18:39:41 GMT -5
Hank laughed, obviously she wasn't one to beat around the bush like most girls he knew. They all liked to play games.
He looked at both of them, taking his time to answer. "Just thought I'd get acquainted with my hall-mates." He pointed to his room. "That's mine."
Crossing his arms, he asked them, "What are you guys up to? What's the purpose of the squealing?"
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Post by wildchild19 on Jun 18, 2006 17:47:04 GMT -5
"We're bunked here obviously." Ava motioned to wards the door not to far behind them with a jerk of her head.
"We are going shopping." Olivia answered and Ava rolled her eyes.
"Translation, She's going shopping and I'm getting something to eat." She grinned "And the squealing was because she found her lost purse. Which was lost for about two minutes."
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Post by ward on Jun 18, 2006 18:40:12 GMT -5
Hank winked at Ava and turned to Olivia, "Well, then I guess there's reason to be squealing, isn't there?"
Turning to Ava, Hank rubbed his stomach. "Mmm, I'm pretty hungry, do you mind if I tagged along? I could drive you."
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