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Post by luncia on May 23, 2009 16:35:41 GMT -5
Lauren sat on the grassy hill, on the side protected by the tree. It was morning, a half hour before the horn went off. She had a long and thin black case on her lap, and sheet music in front of her. A silky yellow hankie was tied onto the handle of the case. She unclapsed the metal clips that keep the case closed and opens it. There inside was a silver flute, well it was metal and just a regular flute. She put the head joint on the body and the foot of the flute on the other side of the body. She had another, smaller case by her with sheet music of it also.
She shifted the papers until it was on the flute part for 'American the Beautiful'. She started playing softly and after playing once she decided to play a little louder and to the morning sky. Her dad might hear her...
She was playing 'America the Beautiful' and watching the sky a little, she loved the look of the early morning colors.
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Post by BlackRoseMuffin on May 25, 2009 9:59:52 GMT -5
Danielle was walking toward the hill, humming a tune, when she saw a girl playing a flute. She blinked, mildly surprised; she could either continue on her merry way, which led her towards that girl, or she could turn around and go back to the camp. She decided she should go on. If the girl didn't want her there, she could say it.
Danielle continued walking, though more slowly this time.
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Post by rizzo13 on May 25, 2009 10:14:07 GMT -5
Cyrus was walking up the hill to his favorite spot to play his guitar when he realized a girl was sitting not too far from where he would be sitting. Cyrus, being outgoing, walked up to the girl and said, "Hello, I am Cyrus." He turned to another girl and waited for her to reach him, he thought she already heard his name which was good, he didn't like to repeat himself. Cyrus added to the girl, "Mind if I sit over there," He gestured toa tree, "and play my guitar?" He waited for a response from the girl.
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Post by luncia on May 25, 2009 12:45:03 GMT -5
Lauren stopped her playing when she heard someone talk to her. She looked up to see a guy and a girl walking toward her. "Hey, I'm Lauren, I don't mind. Nice to meet you," she said to him and hoped the girl heard her name. She shifted through her papers to a more quiet song for the flute so Cyrus could think and play his guitar. It was the Surprise song made by, hmm... she forgot. It was a song that was quiet but then in the middle had a single high note that was loud. She began playing not minding the other people but listening if they wanted to talk to her. Right now the song was soft and quiet, well for now anyways.
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Post by rizzo13 on May 25, 2009 19:56:55 GMT -5
Cyrus smiled. He took his guitar over to a large Oak tree where he played a song quietly. The song he played was called Apollo after the music god and his father. Cyrus smiled as he played his guitar and then eventualy sang too. He hoped the girl didn't hear him. He was outgoing but shy when it came to music. Cyrus continued to play thinking of what his father might look like. The only things he had seen of his father were a few statues.
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Post by luncia on May 25, 2009 20:42:27 GMT -5
Lauren had gotten to the place where she rested a beat. Then she played the high note and rested another beat. She completed the song and looked over to Cyrus. He looked like his godly parent was Apollo, so he would be her half-brother. "Hey, nice song, are you a son of Apollo? I'm a daughter of him, I wish some day I would see him. Well there is me talking on, I need to get going, talk to you more later," she said and packed up her stuff and placed it in her place in the cabin. She figured that the girl and Cyrus could talk.
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Post by BlackRoseMuffin on May 26, 2009 16:13:07 GMT -5
Danielle blinked. "Um... Bye?" she said awkwardly, looking at the departing girl. When she was gone, she turned to look at Cyrus with an easy smile. "Hey, you play really well," she complimented, walking a little closer to him. "My name's Danielle. You can call me Dani, if you like."
She looked down at the ground, noting with disdain how dirt would probably get on her shorts. Oh, well. She carefully sat down, and looked back at Cyrus, deciding to ask him the question Lauren had. "Are you a son of Apollo?"
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Post by rizzo13 on May 27, 2009 18:33:31 GMT -5
Cyrus paused when the girl got up and left. Well that was quick. He thought. Then the other girl walked up to him. Cyrus had to admit she looked rather pretty and he hadn't really talked with giurls here who weren't his half sister. Cyrus was kind of surprised when she sat in the dirt. She must have been a child of Aphrodite yet she didn't mind.
Cyrus put his guitar on his back and then looked at his pick. He ran his finger along the edge carefully, making sure not to cut himself. He then looked at the yellow and blue design on the pick. It was given to him by his mother before he left home. "Yeah." He was kind of nervous and didn't want to say too much.
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Post by BlackRoseMuffin on May 28, 2009 20:13:55 GMT -5
Danielle nodded. "I thought you must have been, as you're so good at the guitar." She giggled. "I wish I could play some sort of instrument. Alas, I never took the time to learn. All I know how to do is play this one song on the piano using five fingers. I can't even play Jingle Bells."
She was kind of rambling, she knew, but she couldn't help it; she was meeting someone new, so of course she was kind of nervous, as she liked to make new friends, and... This was beginning to confuse her. "So. Um. Do you play any other instruments?"
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Post by rizzo13 on May 28, 2009 20:26:52 GMT -5
Cyrus smiled. "For an Apollo child I stink." He laughed and then listened to what else she had to say. Cyrus laughed. "That's ok. We all have our talents." He laughed. Cyrus put his pick in the hole in the guitar and waited for her to continue. He then plucked one of the strings softly making a low noise that seemed to echo off the trees.
Cyrus noticed she was kind of doing most of the talking which he liked. He didn't like to be the one talking most in a conversation, it made himself feel in the spotlight which he did not like. "Other than my singing and the guitar, no. I know it's wierd for a child of Apollo but I like to focus in only my voice and one instrument. Too many and I get frusrated."
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Post by BlackRoseMuffin on May 28, 2009 20:49:58 GMT -5
Danielle nodded in understanding. "I kinda know how you feel." She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "I've tried to do some other instruments, but I kinda suck at them, and it's sorta bad, considering I really did want to learn how to play them, like this scale-thing that kinda looked like a xylophone, but I guess I kinda fail at stuff like that."
She shrugged. "Well, I don't really care that much, considering I never took the time to really learn how to play anything." She paused, and looked back at Cyrus. "Y'know, you seem like the world's greatest musician compared to me."
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Post by rizzo13 on May 29, 2009 19:02:12 GMT -5
Cyrus nodded when she spoke. Shje sounded so soft and sincere. It was hard not to just give in and tell her every thing about him, but he managed. "I am sure you aren't bad. Everyone is good in a different way." He waited for a reponse. "You wouldn't fail iff you tried and gave all your effort to it. I am sure you could even be better than some children of Apollo."
Cyrus laughed but then went through one of his "phases" where he remembered his mom, who, after he had left, been wiped out by an epidemic. Cyrus immediatly upon remembering broke down and began to cry in front of the girl. He remembered the pick she had given him even her soft, kind smile.
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Post by BlackRoseMuffin on May 31, 2009 12:18:44 GMT -5
Danielle's eyes widened when Cyrus started crying. She jumped up and hurried to his side, placing a hesitant hand on his shoulder. "Oh my god, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. It wasn't every day someone broke down crying in front of her; it seemed kind of awkward that a guy would do so. Besides, he looked so vulnerable that she couldn't say, "Stop crying, you're supposed to be a man, not a wuss," like she normally would.
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