ooc: Not at all. Edwin is my favorite. ^.^ As for the pinao. Music is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZJDNSp1QJA

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Damien let out a light sigh nodding lightly. "I actually do know that answer. This school does have a music room. It is down the hall from the cl*censored*rooms. It's stocked very well. i've hid in there quite a few times" he said thinking back to the room with the piano in the far corner.

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Azeal smiled warmly before pulling out the little piano stool and sitting on it. "Well I do. My little hobby since I was just a mere child" she grinned placing her fingers on the keys before thinking of something to play. Her mind traveled back to her childhood and remembering something. With a smile she began to play at the gentle tone of the song she played when she was young.

((Immortal, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now, but I love your siggy. ;u;))

Acario tilted his head slightly as he watched Azareal play. "I can play trumpet and drums, though," he said, rubbing the back of his neck before recalling something. "Oh...and a couple things on the flute... But I haven't touched any of that in years, so I doubt I'm still any good at it," he added with a chuckle.

((-distracted-)) 

Down the hall from the clas.srooms Damien said... Drake would be sure that he would remember that. Playing guitar, as well as singing, were really his main interests. Though, he was only pretty good at singing screamo. He had the sudden urge tugging at him to play the guitar,, but he had to try his best to control it. It wouldn't be wise to run into a music room just to play guitar, deserting the two he'd just met. About the singing, he finally brought up the question, wondering if James or Damien had this in common with him.

ooc:// Thanks Rika. It is a short version of a poem about this guys gay brother dying and him arranging the funneral. Its really sad, but has a good moral to it. We breifly went over it in English cla.ss. It's my favorite.

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Azreal smiled warmly listening to him taping a few piano keys listening to their tone. "We never really forget how to play. If it is something we truely love it stays in our hearts" she said looking at him as her eyes softened as she taped a few more keys before letting out a sigh. "You can try to play again. Flutes are in the storage room" she snickered lightly. "I won't tell anyone."

Acario coughed a little, then nodded and went back to the storage room to pick up a flute and walk back out. "You swear you won't tell a soul?" he asked as he opened up the case and started putting it together. Without even really waiting for an answer he lifted the instrument with a small smile before he took a deep breath and started to play, closing his eyes as he let the melody flow from the instrument.

((He's playing this:

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVwlQOOtvoM&feature=related

....Yeah. He watched Titantic and memorized the song. Don't judge him. It's pretty!))

ooc:// Gah! I don't know what to put for Damien. -waits for Tsunde-  And awww. Titanic. ^.^

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"I promise I wont tell" Azreal said crossing her heart with her finger. She listened to his music instantly reconizing it. "Titanic" she said softly as a grin rested on her face just listening to him play. She debated trying to play the tune in piano but held off on that figuring she would fail, due to the fact she had no clue what the keys were on the piano. "Your a good flute player, but I am curious to know how many times you have watched Titanic to get that song down like that."

"Ah, I only watched the entire movie once. The song itself I listened to many times," Acario replied as he lowered the flute from his mouth and smiled. "I've memorized other pieces of music that I thought would sound beautiful when played on the flute," he told her.

((...Which reminds me. I need to practice mine. Later.)) 

((Nyoo! Loki! D=))

 Drake seemed to straighten up and return to earth from his dazed state when he'd heard something about a guitar. He agreed that they should play sometime, technically electric as his preference, but it was somewhat impossible at the moment. A frown came to his lips and he hung his head, as he turned his attention quietly to James. 

"I don't know why, but my mom never approved of my guitar playing. I guess mainly because my Dad played. She thought I would learn things at this school, so she took my guitar away. My little brother got it instead." He answered faintly. He wondered if his guitar had permanent marker all over it by now, or perhaps had been destroyed by his demonic sibling. The thought of it made his eyes narrow. His little brother was a twerp, a little devil sent from outer space made to destroy his life more than it already was. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be here. He decided to sit there and blame the little creep for all the bad things that had happened to him in his life. 

Drake quietly sighed in content after thinking up all the worst insults he could about the immature boy. He wasn't feeling anymore pain, and was quite surprised that it'd worn off so quickly; he would hurt the next day, being the pain normally always did. 

ooc:// Oh crap! I forgot about this rp. Ugh I hate school work!

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Azreal smiled warmly and nodded. “It’s a beautiful song though it sounds horrible on piano” she laughed lightly remembering her band lessons and how they attempted and failed at Titanic theme song. Instead her band had to play the theme song from Scooby Doo, which actually worked out a whole lot better. “I learned what I had to. It wasn’t until recently that I found the more calm and relaxed the music the better it sounded against the fast paced tempo’s” she shrugged. “Or it may just be my personal style.”

((Okay. Bio next computer time.

*points and laughs* Joking. That sucks. ))

Drake turned to Damien, listening to all he had to say. He was relieved that at least one of the teachers here were cool. Then again, he'd just never really gotten along with any teachers in the first place.

"It would be nice to have my old guitar again, yeah." He grinned. He seriously missed his old electric guitar, and it would be wonderful to have it back. He immediately frowned, a sudden thought popping into his mind.

"Oh, wait... my little brother has my electric. And... he kind of hates me, hence destruction of my personal belongings." He hung his head, pouting once more, as he thought up more cruel insults on the evil kid. When he remembered the last of what Damien had told him, he tilted his head, slightly interested. A smile crept onto his face.

(( Me too X3 ))

"Oh." James said, he might die if someone took away his guitars, and he couldn't imagine giving them away to a little sibling. Mostly because he didn't have one but still. He then listened to Damien, picking something out of his voice that said the guitars weren't exactly free. But he didn't pay too much attention to it as he pulled his sleeve up to check his watch, sketch pad still in hand.

"Hey, we should probably get back to cla.ss." He announced, dropping his arm once again.