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Amid the din of young girls in conversation, the musician played softly with no particular piece in mind. Without thinking, he let his fingers dance on the ivory keys. It didn't matter what he played; the loud conversations just drowned out his song. It was difficult to strain his ears just to hear himself. The jumbled, clashing voices grew louder with each note, but he played on. I can make them listen, he thought. He could easily stand up and, with his intimidating voice of authority, reprimand the chatting girls and demand their attention. However, he wouldn't do this. There was no point in forcing people to hear if they didn't want to listen. So he just kept playing.
He played song after song, shifted genres and styles, experimented with tempos, and successfully changed classical to bouncy jazz. He played brilliantly, but still no one listened. Should I stop? he thought. Sure he loved making music, but it always felt horrible to compete with chatter. He sighed in disappointment as he struck the final key. He faced his students. He'd better just dismiss them early again.
His eyes widened, however, as he saw someone approach. The girl sat on the floor beside the piano.
"I can hear it better from this spot, sir," she told him, a shy smile on her face, "I hope you don't mind."
Amid the din of young girls in conversation, one student wanted to listen to his soft piece. So he kept playing.
He played song after song, shifted genres and styles, experimented with tempos, and successfully changed classical to bouncy jazz. He played brilliantly, but still no one listened. Should I stop? he thought. Sure he loved making music, but it always felt horrible to compete with chatter. He sighed in disappointment as he struck the final key. He faced his students. He'd better just dismiss them early again.
His eyes widened, however, as he saw someone approach. The girl sat on the floor beside the piano.
"I can hear it better from this spot, sir," she told him, a shy smile on her face, "I hope you don't mind."
Amid the din of young girls in conversation, one student wanted to listen to his soft piece. So he kept playing.
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xX Phase One Xx Chapter One
You know those days where you wake up and think, 'Today is going to be fricking great'? Yeah. This was one of those days.
A few minutes ago was probably the first time ever that I didn't mind waking up at six-thirty in the morning to go to the crappiest high school in Los Angelos. Deep Cover blasted from my 90s-style alarm clock, and I slapped it without breaking off the top for once. I never get tired of that song, even if I do hear the chorus pretty much every morning. Hard to believe that song came out almost 175 years ago.
I also realized that I really need a haircut. My blonde hair was starting to get in my eyes, which really annoys me
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My Novel again
Chapter 2
The open steppes to the south are a place of great dangers, concealing them within tall grasses and large outcroppings of rocks. Mitzpah, the only daughter of the Great Chief Ordan stalked human prey. Moving quietly through the eight foot tall grass she came to the edge of a small camp, her leather armor blending well with the evening shadows. Within the camp six armed men divided the spoils of their latest exploits unaware of their hunter. She slid her right hand to the tattoo of a hawk on her left arm and whispered a quiet prayer, Great Selger, guardian of my people, guide our spears and let them strike true.
She dipped he
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Barbara Boil Character Sheet
Name: Barbara Boil
Age: 21
Birthplace: Baterilla, South Blue
Aliases/Epithets: Deadly Mist
Affiliations: Helios Organization, Twinskull Pirates
Sexuality: Straight
Bounty: None
Strengths: Charismatic, Cunning
Weaknesses: Cowardly, Vain, Self indulgent
Personality:
Barbara is playful, flirtatious and a bit sadistic. She has expensive taste, especially fine wine and expensive clothes.
She is a bit cowardly and will run from battle if she thinks she can get hurt. She dosen't want to be a leader and prefers to be the leaders girlfriend, so she can get the perks of leadership without the responsibility or people targeting her.
Bio:
Barbar
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Yeah, I originally started (and finished) this piece last March. I only thought of posting it here now. I feel that this is really different from what I normally write. Usually, I delve deep into my innermost psychological issues Kidding...
So what do you think? Is it any good?
So what do you think? Is it any good?
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I like your descriptions of the students and their conversations. It easily conveys the agitation of the pianist. I think you could add a bit more internal struggle about finishing. It seems like you spend so much time telling us how the chattering is annoying but don't focus too much on the internal monologue. I'd like to see more of that here.
The little girl at the end is awesome. And this is REALLY where I'd like to see that internal monologue of the pianist. How he decides to continue playing even if only for that one little girl.
The little girl at the end is awesome. And this is REALLY where I'd like to see that internal monologue of the pianist. How he decides to continue playing even if only for that one little girl.