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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:40 pm
now you are watching us outside the circle
want to be in the company
boy, but you are lonely
dance with nobody
run away child, to your hiding place
high and loud
the sound of your bell of the twilight
ringing
all alone, it rings and echoes in the twilight
Jax smiled at the other staff members and civilians who past by him without even bothering to even glance at him. Sighing, he entered into his room. "What a lovely day it is, shall be, and has been." He spoke to himself as he grabbed a large black casing and a lollipop.
Carrying the cello with one hand and unwrapping the wrapper off the candy while avoiding hitting anyone with the large instrument was a daunting task indeed. But as usual, Jax's mission was accomplished. Walking outside, into the gardens, he sat on a bench as he pulled off the casing and began preparing to play the cello.
Out goes the bow and the rosin, pull down the endpiece, check the bow, tighten the bow, place the casing elsewhere, hit the fork, and adjust the strings accordingly. Done.
"Well, let's see what I remember." He whispered to himself as he pulled the bow across the string creating a single, stretched note. It was mournful and full of emotion for a simple sound. Next he played a scale. Up and down. From one string to the next. Three full octaves before the scale fell down.
Smiling, Jax soon began to play a more simplier piece of Mozart. Some from memory, some from improvising, and some from different songs and composers. It was a melodic jumble of notes that were strung together, creating a pleasant but odd song. A joyful one with a sad overtone from the deep and resonating sound from the cello and from the player.
[Sorry, this post is kind of crap. -_-]
in the land of twilight, under the moon
we dance for the idiots
ring-around-the-roses, jump to the moon
we sing with the castanets
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:55 pm
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back, it's my fault.
Your destiny is forlorn,
have to live till it's undone.
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way.
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I've been dreaming for so long,
to find a meaning to understand.
The secret of life,
why am I here to try again?
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X{Derecha}X
At first, she tried to ignore the cat, but when the little creature jumped onto her lap and began purring up a storm, demanding to be petted, Derecha caved. Cautiously, she lifted her right hand and brought it down slowly on where she'd heard the feline's voice; her outstretched fingers came into contact with soft fur. Smiling a bit, the girl settled into a steady pattern of lifting and lowering her hand in a petting motion over the cat, humming to herself again.
The tune once more died away abruptly as her sharp ears caught the other tenant's despondent words. Derecha was still stroking the animal sitting on her legs, but her mind was already elsewhere and the motion was merely mechanical. So the one beside her was also once in the army eh? And she wanted to return to that hell. A tiny click as the sightless girl's teeth locked together; she personally, had seen enough of battle to last her a lifetime. Ironic; she was going blind and no doubt, her mortality rate had gone up quite a lot. Ah well, she always did have rotten luck.
Once again, her thoughts were interrupted; couldn't a person get a moment of peace when they could think without break? But this time, it was a more pleasant sort of interruption, in the form of music. Derecha stopped petting the cat all together and focused entirely on the melody drifting from somewhere nearby, analyzing it first. By the sounds, it was a string instrument - a cello perhaps, or a bass - and it was obviously being handled by someone very used to music. As for the song...
Here, the girl's brow furrowed in puzzlement. Was this some sort of modern mix she hadn't heard of yet? No, it couldn't be; all the present-day stuff blared through the radios were military marches or loud clashes of un-harmonic chords. This was more like someone had taken a bunch of classical composers, mushed them into one piece, and then started playing. In an odd sort of way, the music was nice, and Derecha found herself humming along.
"I wonder who's playing..." she mused, her head tilted towards the source of the music.
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I've seen the horror, I've seen the wonders
happening just in front of my eyes.
Will I ever, will I never free myself by making it right?
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I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back, it's my fault.
Your destiny is forlorn,
have to live till it's undone.
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way.
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