Post by Sophia Crawford on Jul 29, 2008 18:24:42 GMT -5
Sophia loved Hogwarts more than she could ever describe. She loved the winding passageways, the amusing antics of the paintings, her House, her classes...and yet something was missing from the wide array. As spellbinding as Hogwarts proved to be, there wasn't a music program in sight. She loved music almost more than she loved Hogwarts. Back at her old school she was involved with mostly everything musical; then again, it had been a performing arts school, so it was pretty much expected.
She had been wandering the halls for what seemed like an eon, reminiscing about the good old days. Actually, she seemed to young to already have good old days, but she couldn't think of what else to call them. She wondered if her singing voice was even still existent; she hadn't practiced in a good solid year. She wondered if she was still coordinated, and could still tap a mean combo. She wondered if the lights of the stage would bother her now because she hadn't basked in them in ages. She mindlessly opened a door, entering a room she assumed to be an empty classroom.
For once, Sophia was overjoyed to be wrong. The room was filled with white light, white walls. There were white metal cabinets against a wall filled with what looked like books. Upon closer inspection, Sophia found pages of sheet music, alphabetized and as good as new. She entered the room and smiled as she walked towards the grand piano. It was a beautiful Steinway, gleaming black in the light. There was a cushiony bench that Sophia sat on gently, unsure if any of this was even real. The piano was already propped open, and the keys were waiting to be played. Sophia placed a gentle forefinger on the middle C and pressed it lightly. The even tone rang throughout the room. This place had wonderful acoustics.
Despite the shelves of music, Sophia was in the mood for one of the pieces she had memorized from playing it so frequently. She placed her left hand on the A, her right on the C and the E octaves. The accompaniment was haunting, the eighth notes ringing, buoying off of the walls. Sophia listened with delight and anticipation as her chords progressed. She knew that she only had three bars of rest until the vocals began. She knew that her voice was okay, and some praised it an awful lot more than they should have, in her opinion. She was modest about it, and didn't like to show off. No one was in the room though, so she decided that one song wouldn't be a sin. The third measure was played, and it was her moment to sing. She forgot about everything and everyone and found herself engulfed in the music, surrounded by beautiful, wonderful sounds.
"Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick..."
The Gryffindor girl was so enraptured that she didn't notice the person entering the room, and went on with the chorus.
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She had been wandering the halls for what seemed like an eon, reminiscing about the good old days. Actually, she seemed to young to already have good old days, but she couldn't think of what else to call them. She wondered if her singing voice was even still existent; she hadn't practiced in a good solid year. She wondered if she was still coordinated, and could still tap a mean combo. She wondered if the lights of the stage would bother her now because she hadn't basked in them in ages. She mindlessly opened a door, entering a room she assumed to be an empty classroom.
For once, Sophia was overjoyed to be wrong. The room was filled with white light, white walls. There were white metal cabinets against a wall filled with what looked like books. Upon closer inspection, Sophia found pages of sheet music, alphabetized and as good as new. She entered the room and smiled as she walked towards the grand piano. It was a beautiful Steinway, gleaming black in the light. There was a cushiony bench that Sophia sat on gently, unsure if any of this was even real. The piano was already propped open, and the keys were waiting to be played. Sophia placed a gentle forefinger on the middle C and pressed it lightly. The even tone rang throughout the room. This place had wonderful acoustics.
Despite the shelves of music, Sophia was in the mood for one of the pieces she had memorized from playing it so frequently. She placed her left hand on the A, her right on the C and the E octaves. The accompaniment was haunting, the eighth notes ringing, buoying off of the walls. Sophia listened with delight and anticipation as her chords progressed. She knew that she only had three bars of rest until the vocals began. She knew that her voice was okay, and some praised it an awful lot more than they should have, in her opinion. She was modest about it, and didn't like to show off. No one was in the room though, so she decided that one song wouldn't be a sin. The third measure was played, and it was her moment to sing. She forgot about everything and everyone and found herself engulfed in the music, surrounded by beautiful, wonderful sounds.
"Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick..."
The Gryffindor girl was so enraptured that she didn't notice the person entering the room, and went on with the chorus.
[Open]