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[Alice Scevidinia]

Having most of her credits worked wonders for any final-year student. In her free time, she could linger around school, or spend hours in empty music rooms, if there were any available, to play piano. She was glad that not all rooms pertaining to music were occupied, and had managed to find one to use for at least an hour or more a day while others were safely in classes. That glossy baby grand piano with its obsidian shine was fresh in her excited mind as she gathered up her sheet music from her locker. There were some new ones that she had printed off of the internet, both at school and at home, that she hoped to attempt to sight-read. They did not appear to be too difficult, and might be fun to add to her repertoire of memorized songs. Walking down the halls in between classes, Alice began making her way to that promising room to have some time to herself, doing something she actually somewhat enjoyed.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Alice would find the room blessedly empty, the lights dim!

The baby grand looked just as she imagined in memory: glossy and with a subtle shine in the low light, with the top cracked. It looked very welcoming, indeed, and begging to be played.

[Alice Scevidinia]

Flashing a satisfied grin as her azure eyes rested on the shiny piano, Alice laid out her sheet music in a neat manner and gracefully sat down on the slightly-cushioned bench. She adjusted it slightly before sitting, ensuring that she was seated a comfortable distance from the piano, so her fingers could easily stroke the keys and her feet lightly and comfortably push on the pedals. Once she was ready, the blonde decided to warm up first with a piece from memory, rather than hop right into sight-reading. She started with a small tarantella song, which was fast and upbeat, which definitely prepared her fingers and helped her mind get engaged. She kept her left foot on and off of the soft pedal, to avoid the fiery song from being too loud and disturbing other classes.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The music, dimmed as it was, did reach the small room belonging to a newer...well, potential teacher, at least. Kyrie had set her throbbing head to rest, but the jaunty and upbeat music certainly curled its hooks into her ears and drew her to stand and slip to the crack that was a few inches to peer and watch, silently.

...well...maybe this school wouldn't be that bad.

[Alice Scevidinia]

The tarantella soon was finished with a dramatic ending, fitting for a piece of its style. Alice felt warmed up, at least in her fingers and musical mind, but her perception went elsewhere. Instead of digging into the new sheet music she had brought along, the blonde gazed back towards the door, feeling watched. There, peeking at her, seemed to be a woman, a bit older than her, but obviously one who at least meant no harm. "Seems I have an audience," Alice said softly, half to herself, half at the person who was attempting to be sneaky.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Alice wouldn't see someone peering through the crack in the door when she turned back, for the blonde actually silently emerged from the room and stood with an arm across her midriff, her other bent at the elbow, resting against it, her chin atop that hand. Obviously, she was listening and watching, keenly.

So, when Alice glanced back, the blonde nodded with a slight smile.

"Please, continue."

[Alice Scevidinia]

Alice shrugged with a small smile before turning back to the piano keys. It seemed as if her playing had brought along a small audience, and from the looks of it, a teacher at that! Well maybe she would put off sight reading for just a bit, in order to play smoothly and seem like a capable pianist. Flicking through her mind's catalog of memorized pieces, Alice settled on a jazz piece, which was much slower than the tarantella, but still complex nevertheless. The song was an old one from the 20s, if she could remember correctly. 'Ain't Misbehaving' was its name, though she could not recall the composer off the top of her head. Oh well. It was still a fun piece to play, and eventually, as expected, the song came to a smooth end. When it did, the blonde kept her face towards the keys, concealing a small grin, and her fingers soon folded in her lap as she awaited the 'audience' response. 


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[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie slowly folded her arms as she continued to watch the blonde play. Admittedly, there was a sense of déjà vu - almost disembodiment - over watching a girl of similar features and build play... But soon the smooth and soft music had her nodding and swaying slightly, until the final notes receded from the air.

"Well done. How many years have you been playing..?"

The blonde stepped forward, coming closer at a serene pace, entirely non-threatening. One student with musical aptitude was interesting. One who took the time in their day to come play? Even more. Still...the question hovering at the edge of her mind was whether she was perhaps skipping class to do so. If so, why? Kyrie didn't assume that the students here were automatically delinquents, thankfully, else her manner would be a bit different.