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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jun 30, 2012 13:34:54 GMT
[/i]. There was nothing else that was essential for him to do at this very moment. Screw marking and preparing lessons. Surprisingly, he didn't even feel like playing any more music. He simply sat down on the piano stool, facing away from the instrument and resting his head in his hands. Okay. A break. Finally.[/color][/ul] |
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Post by Stephen Moore on Jun 30, 2012 13:44:18 GMT
Stephen had come to the choir room because, what with his usual violin-playing spot having been stolen by that couple, he had no place to play the violin (he'd been banned from playing in the common room or dorms, much to his displeasure) other than here. He didn't particularly like coming to the choir room, because more often than not there was someone inside.
Mustering up what remained of his courage after his brief encounter with Mackenzie Stone earlier in the day, he opened the door and peeked in. And very unfortunately, there wassomeone inside.
Professor McKinney, to be precise, which was honestly just his luck. He could only hope at this point that the DADA professor wasn't in too bad a mood, and wouldn't yell at him or do... something bad. He didn't really know if professors actually did bad things, but he figured that the one most qualified to would be Professor McKinney. After all, he was the DADA professor. So Stephen snuck in quietly, closing the door being him.
The door accidentally slammed.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jun 30, 2012 14:20:14 GMT
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Post by Stephen Moore on Jun 30, 2012 14:40:26 GMT
When the door slammed and Professor McKinney said what he did, Stephen couldn't help but feel slightly frightened. It seemed like he was getting into a whole lot of awkward situations today, ones that were definitely unwelcome. Thank goodness that the professor hadn't been in too bad a mood, unlike the bad moods that the majority of the castle was used to (what with everything that was going on in the professor's life, Stephen couldn't say that he blamed him).
Still frightening, though. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to disturb. I'll... I'll go now, I'm sorry." Stephen picked up his violin and started heading out. Pity, he thought to himself. There was no other place for him to practice his violin-playing anymore, so he'd have no choice but to go to bed early and try searching for a place tomorrow. He sighed. And he really needed the stress-relief, too.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jun 30, 2012 15:13:21 GMT
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Post by Stephen Moore on Jun 30, 2012 15:50:58 GMT
Stephen realised that Professor McKinney was a nicer man than he thought when the professor told him that he could stay. It was really nice of him, he felt, that even though the professor was obviously really tired and really stressed, he allowed Stephen to use the room. And Stephen was really grateful for it.
"Thank you, sir!" Stephen bowed a little-- a habit from his childhood that he never quite managed to get rid of-- and tried to find a suitable corner to play in. The next thing the professor said made him stop, though. Okay, so maybe it was stupid of him to come into the room which had a professor inside and expect him not to notice he was carrying a violin. And it was probably even stupider of him to not think of the fact that the professor would hear his playing... but honestly, he hadn't been thinking much when he entered the room, mostly just hoping not to get detention for slamming the door or something. Stephen scratched his head a little, feeling rather awkward. "Er, yeah, I play the violin. Have been since I was 6."
Playing the violin was one of the few things that Stephen was able to say that he could do well. Even though he didn't really like performing in front of others-- Merlin knew how awkward that made him feel-- but he knew that he was good. Quite.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jun 30, 2012 16:29:25 GMT
[/i] join the choir, y'know. I'm always open to inviting anyone who can play any instrument..." he offered, looking expectantly at Stephen.[/color][/ul] |
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Post by Stephen Moore on Jun 30, 2012 16:42:44 GMT
When Professor McKinney invited Stephen to join the choir, Stephen first thought he might faint. Which, well, might not have been a very normal response for a normal person, but Stephen always did have very (very, very, very) extreme reactions.
Then he thought it might maybe be a joke. It wouldn't be very surprising to Stephen if it was a joke, because other people had played such jokes on him before. They weren't all too funny, and they were rather hopeful, but since Professor McKinney was... well, a professor, he wouldn't do something like that, right?
"The... the choir? Me?" Stephen spluttered (quite unglamourously, oh gosh) before his face turned an almost impossible shade of red. "Me? But... you don't know if I'm even any good! I mean, I'd love to, but... the choir? Me? Are you sure? Would... would it be okay?"
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jun 30, 2012 17:16:09 GMT
[/i] he thought to himself, resisting the urge to just roll his eyes at the fifth year. His red face and spluttered words caused a quiet chuckle to escape Brent's lips as he amusedly shook his head at Stephen and his interesting reaction to Brent's offer. "Yes, Stephen. Why else do you think I'd ask you? Just to see how you'd react?" he raised a questioning brow. "I don't care how good you are, honestly. I'll take anyone I can get. Obviously, if you really do have zero talent then I may have to rethink this but... Hey, why don't you show me what you can do, eh?" he added with a genuine smile this time.[/color][/ul] |
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Post by Stephen Moore on Jul 1, 2012 5:53:09 GMT
The choir! Stephen never thought the day that someone would invite him to anything would come. But here he was, being invited to join the choir.
"Well... people have, er, done it before... and people, er, don't really notice me..." Stephen murmured, still rather uncomfortable but feeling very glad that he had a chance to join the choir. As long as he didn't mess up, of course, which he might, seeing as to how super nervous he was. "Okay, I'll... start playing now..."
He picked up his violin, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself, and started playing.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 1, 2012 16:42:27 GMT
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Post by Stephen Moore on Jul 2, 2012 1:32:07 GMT
To be quite completely honest, Stephen hadn't thought that he would be able to get in. He'd messed up quite a few times when playing, mostly due to nervousness more than anything, and maybe also due to the fact that he really wanted to get in to the choir. So one could quite easily imagine his immense relief-- because Stephen was just so over-dramatic when it came to emotions-- when Professor McKinney told him that he'd gotten in. And happiness, too.
He would've been quite crushed if he hadn't been able to get in, even though he didn't really want to admit to the fact. Life just tended to suck for him in many different ways, and he thought this might maybe be another of those times. Professor McKinney was being very kind to him, and for that he was really grateful.
"Really? I'm in? Thank you so much, professor! You won't regret this!" Okay, so the reaction was a tad extreme. But honestly, who could blame him? He was in the choir! Now he actually had a decent excuse to play the violin during insane hours of the night, and none of his dorm-mates could call him crazy anymore! And an excuse to practise even more than he did! After all, playing the violin was one of the few things that he truly adored.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 3, 2012 17:57:51 GMT
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Post by Stephen Moore on Jul 4, 2012 11:26:19 GMT
Professor McKinney was obviously in a ridiculously good mood, because he was being really kind and somehow Stephen figured that the professor was usually a lot harsher. He could count himself lucky, he guessed. And when the professor said he was leaving, Stephen felt a little bad for kind of-sort of making Professor McKinney leave just like that just because he barged into the choir room, but then again, he felt rather relieved. He'd always preferred practising alone more than in front of other people. It was less... frightening? Stressful?
"Okay professor, have a nice evening too!" Stephen called out as the door closed. Then, he closed his eyes and started to play.
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