The room was large, various instruments placed around the room. The walls were white, as well as the tile. A few evergreen plants hung from the ceiling and adorned the corners of the room to allow a peaceful scene take over anyone who walked through the wooden door. A young woman placed herself on the bench of a large, black, grand piano, her bright blue eyes glazed over in a white as her fingers danced gracefully over the keys. The melody that came forth was one that was soft and easy, one that could place a baby or a grown man to sleep if she wished. Chairs sat in rows, curved lightly so they all faced the front-center. Her silk kimono flowed about her, the golden ornaments in her deep brunette hair sticking out beautifully as her thin lips were placed in a smile.
People came into the room every now and then, for class, and simply just to play or listen. It was a nice room, a skylight in the center of the room to allow sunlight to enter, it's warm rays keeping the plants alive. A music storage room was on the left side, allowing students who brought their own instrument to place it back in the room to be kept safe. Everything from drums to guitars, to bells and oboes as well as French horns could be seen set up out of cases, shining brightly in perfect condition. The lady who had started humming lightly to the tune she played was a lady who was known rather well.
Always dressed in bright silks and patterns, always kind and polite. Lady Frillia was one whom could make peace between anyone. Her long hair draped over shoulders, her hum coming from her throat and matching the pitch of the symphonic melody that came from the Piano. Although everything seemed so wondrous and nice, she couldn't see a thing. Darkness was all she saw, the lady staring straight ahead at nothing, yet everything. Shifting slightly in her position, she awaited in her room, simply playing and thinking about random things, smile on her kind face as she awaited....
People came into the room every now and then, for class, and simply just to play or listen. It was a nice room, a skylight in the center of the room to allow sunlight to enter, it's warm rays keeping the plants alive. A music storage room was on the left side, allowing students who brought their own instrument to place it back in the room to be kept safe. Everything from drums to guitars, to bells and oboes as well as French horns could be seen set up out of cases, shining brightly in perfect condition. The lady who had started humming lightly to the tune she played was a lady who was known rather well.
Always dressed in bright silks and patterns, always kind and polite. Lady Frillia was one whom could make peace between anyone. Her long hair draped over shoulders, her hum coming from her throat and matching the pitch of the symphonic melody that came from the Piano. Although everything seemed so wondrous and nice, she couldn't see a thing. Darkness was all she saw, the lady staring straight ahead at nothing, yet everything. Shifting slightly in her position, she awaited in her room, simply playing and thinking about random things, smile on her kind face as she awaited....
