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Post by cheshire on May 25, 2011 21:07:46 GMT -7
Hm, homework. Sounds like a terrible idea. A ten page essay on how the Gods affected the American Revolution and how that led to the French Revolution and eventually the Russian? Terrible idea. Just horrid. Only the Greeks could really make democracy work; and they all hated each other. No, no homework for Fagan.
Now music, music was a great idea. Sitting up, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed her silver alto from it's stand. She stuck the reed in her mouth for a moment, and then put it under the ligature. She played a high G; she was twenty-five cents flat. She pushed in, and played again. Perfect. She crossed her legs on her bed, and started playing In the Mood. Her notes were smooth and hard and beautiful, but she knew it was only a matter of time before one of her sisters yelled at her for playing to late. Then she'd either have to go to the Apollo dorms and stop for the night. If she went to the Apollo dorms she'd be scolded my her sisters for spending time with boys. Her brothers, but still men with manly parts and smells and minds.
She played through the song, her fingers moving quick and nimble of the buttons. She played the last note, and quickly jumped into a bluesy improve.
Tonight was about being comfy, and not doing homework. She had on baggy gray sweat pants, that were cut off right below her knees. She wore a faded black shirt with a big white P, and the band name 'Periphery' written on it. Her feet were bare, and her red hair was fish tailed and hung down over her left shoulder.
Fagan went on playing her sad sounding song. She liked to think that both her father and aunt heard and song and smiled. It had been a long time since she'd been with her aunt; and even longer since she'd seen her father. Of course, she opted to stay at the school, for her aunt. She loved her, and the Hunt, but eyes were needed everywhere. How can that be, when you're an all seeing god?
She shouldn't think that. Her reed might break. The Gods are touchy people. Fagan let her thoughts go, and concentrated on the music; which is a hard thing when it comes second nature to you. She wondered just how long her sisters would let her play tonight.
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