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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 19, 2009 10:49:28 GMT -5
With the bright red cello nestled in between her, she pulled at the string again with the bow. There was absolutely no wind and the sky was clear of any clouds. the day was perfect.
It was hard playing while sitting on an unstable boulder, what happened to benches? For now, it would make due since going back to the common room was not an option. Rayne shut her eyes and allowed her right hand to control the bow, her lift at the strings. The music was so calm and a reflection of how she felt inside. Rayne's finger missed a note and she flinched. To anyone else it wouldn't have sounded different, but to her it was a disaster. "No, wrong note." she clutched the bow tighter in her hand.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 19, 2009 15:53:44 GMT -5
Melody had been keeping herself busy by exploring this new school when she heard some form of music coming from the lake. Walking over, she saw a fellow red head with an insturment. It looked like the girl was busy but seeing as Melody was brand new and didn't know anyone, she decided to introduce hersef.
Walking over she said, "That sounds cool. I couldn't help but to hear it."
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 20, 2009 3:55:34 GMT -5
Rayne bit down on her lip when the girl approached, she didn't like having an audience. "Thank you." Rayne was a girl of few words, and a simple thank you was enough.
Rayne returned to her bow, tuning the girl out, forgetting she had company. Her hand pulled at the bow, the tempo fast, yet the tone was dark. Her fingers moved faster as lyrics came to mind, instead of singing she hummed.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 20, 2009 22:46:10 GMT -5
Melody was left in the akward situation of not knowing what to do. It seemed it might be best to just leave the girl alone, yet somehow the music beckoned her to stay. It sounded so...beautiful when played.
Finding a boulder far enough it wouldn't be so obvious that she was staying, but close enough to hear Melody sat down. If the person really didn't want her there, she would leave. But in the meantime, this relaxing spot seemed perfect.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 4:02:42 GMT -5
She just played. Not paying attention to anything, but once again she faltered in her fingering and there was a slight mistake. Rayne swore glaring at her cello. She looked up startled that the girl was still here. She wasn't going to really say anything to her, but it would be rude not to introduce herself. "I'm Rayne Ashikaga." she finally said in her small voice, her fingers readying themselves on the fingerboard again.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 14:42:26 GMT -5
Melody gave a short small wave and said, "I'm Melody. Krysten. Er, Melody Krysten." She cursed in her head, she had been trying to think of better ways to introduce herself but they always came out akward and odd. Oh well, she continued, "Which instrument is that?" Melody knew that her lack of musical knowledge was embarrassing but it didn't stop her from asking anyway.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 14:45:00 GMT -5
She looked down at the cello in her hands, it was a muggle instrument and not many knew about it. Her fingers ran up and down the neck, her lips set in a tiny smile. "This is a cello." came her small voice, it was one of the few things that kept her calm. "My pride and joy." she added, it was the one thing that kept her from going crazy. With the number of siblings she had, it was impossible to stay calm.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 14:49:30 GMT -5
Melody studied the cello and wondered exactly how had that music come out. She had seen the girl play by moving a stringy thing over the strings on the instrument, but she didn't know how exactly that could work. But, she figured she could ask later or just look it up in a book or something.
"Well, it sounds really good! How long have you been playing it?" Melody inquired.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 15:00:33 GMT -5
"Yes, it does." her eyes returned to the instrument, her lips curved into a gentle smile. She was trying to remember when exactly she had started to play. “I’ve been playing for as long as I can remember. I believe I officially started when I was four. But I had tried it when I was much younger” Yes, it was at that time she had played. Rayne could faintly remember her father playing with it, he wasn’t any good and only bought if because of its beauty. When Rayne was three she had pulled at the bow and fell in love with it, her father getting her instructors when she was four.
It was funny that her practicing cello was also how she had learned English. She could remember her instructor; he was an old man, always laughing. She could faintly remember him mentioning something about being from North America. He had taught her everything. She could faintly remember his little philosophical teachings. Her lips curved into a sad smile, Rayne had locked herself in her room for months when she found out he had passed away.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 15:09:51 GMT -5
Melody dated back to when she had been four, she could have never had the talent to be interested in such a remarkable thing. She was more of the mamma's girl who had her toys laying around the house just to spend time with her mom cleaning them up. Thinking of that memory, Melody smiled to herself. Then she pulled herself back to the conversation at hand.
"What drew you to it at such a young age?" Melody figured that since the girl looked about her age, maybe older, that meant she had been playing for eleven or twelve years. Now that was commitment!
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 15:25:30 GMT -5
"It just clicked. The day I saw my father bring it home, when he tried to play it." her lips quirked at the memory, he was a horrible player, he couldn't even hold the bow properly without his hands shaking. "The sound it made when I just, pulled the bow across the strings. When I attempted it, everything just felt right” at the exact moment she said this, she had taken her bow and gently ran it across the strings. The sound was low and sharp, exactly how she wanted it to sound.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 15:30:26 GMT -5
"That's great. Really, it is." Melody paused for a second before continuing, "I notice you said your father tried to play. Was he not very good?" She hoped nothing she said could be considered prying. She was simply curious, that's all. Especially since Rayne seemed so...so passionate about the cello. It was fascinating to see someone so absorbed into such a rare thing.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 15:50:35 GMT -5
Rayne thought back to the past and slowly shook her head. She remembered how he moved, as if he was poking the strings. “He wasn’t a natural at it; he has always collected instruments and played them. He even admits to have been beaten by the cello, he never usually gives up on instruments.” her father was best at the piano. Rayne went silent; she remembered playing with her father and elder brother. Rayne had even played several times at balls, not that she enjoyed it, audiences tended to be nuisances. Rayne had heard it all, the criticism, the admiration, but no one seemed to understand her music, not even her father. There was a slight from on her face, it was a wonder how she was able to play to all those people and not just go mad.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 16:03:00 GMT -5
Melody nodded along listening intently. It was refreshing to be hearing about someone else's life instead of dwelling on one's own. But, although this was not about her at all, she was being reminded little by little of her own past and her own passions and family. Without letting her mind go to those places though, she shut them out again.
"From the other instruments he collected did you only play this one?" Then, seeing the look on Rayne's face she wondered if maybe she was tapping into too big of memories by asking so many questions. Melody made a mental note to study the body language so she would know when to quit with the asking.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 16:10:40 GMT -5
She had stopped frowning and returned to looking at Melody. Well she knew the scales of a piano, and can play a bit on it, but she wasn't as gifted as she was in her Cello. "I need to know how to play the piano; it's the best instrument for nailing all the major scales and tuning your cello. I can play a bit, but it's not really my main interest.” her finger stopped and was now resting at the bridge of her cello. Other than this, she sang, but that wasn’t important, and the last thing she would tell anyone. Her singing was someone no one knew about. She only did it when she was sure she was alone.
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