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Music Is Power
0 ReviewsThis is two chapters in one. Thought i would give you lot more to read n_n - SKylar
Christofer P.O.V:
It was time for 3rd and 4th lessons. Again Scarlett was in one of the higher class' to me, she was going to her science lesson and I was going to my English, but I had music afterwards. I'd been moved up in that lesson due to my musical skills. As well as horse riding, I took up music (playing the piano and guitar) when I came to Earth. Scarlett kissed me goodbye and we went our ways. I took the short way to English, but didn't end up one of the first to class. Again the seating plan procedure went on, and I ended up at the front, in front of the teachers desk. I sighed, this meant I actually had to try and pay attention. I looked around me, I could see Quintessa sat a couple of rows behind me. Her blue hair kind of gave it away.
The teacher announced that we were doing fictions, and told us to get to work on planning a story to write. Due to all the vampire books I had read, I started to plan a vampire fiction. It seemed weird, ovbviously I knew they exsisted...I just couldn't tell whether they were walking amongst us or in their own little place. But knowing about them, and reading about them, gave me extra knowledge on them. I knew that I would probably get a hig mark on this story.
Quintessas P.O.V:
Fiction. I was going to write about Vampires. It would be the easiest of them all. I wrote down a few notes and doodled a quick idea of what I wanted characters to look like. I was going to do a stereotypical vampire. They would turn to dust in the sun, drink blood from humans and moved at the speed of light. We did move at the speed of light but not all the time. I wrote down 3 full pages back to back. I looked up and around and saw a bunch of people struggling to write. I spotted Christofer from were I was sat, and he looked like he was doing okay. I showed the teacher my notes and finished for the lesson.
I walked into music Violin in hand. One I got into the classroom, I sat on a chair that no one was sitting near. Over time, people filled in and took more seats. I saw Christofer walk in. I set out my stuff on the table and waited for the teacher. When he showed up he didn't waste anytime in explaining to us what we were doing. He perched himself up on the edge of his desk and faced the class and occasionally writing stuff on the board.
Christofer P.O.V:
Music. My speciality. I sat down a couple of seats away from Quintessa. She was the only one I really knew in my class, it was a safe bet hanging with her. The teacher seemed relaxed, like he didn't actually mind what we did. He sent us off to work on our own, writing a song, and playing what we had to so far to the class at the end of the lesson. I grabbed the nearest guitar, and asked sir if I could go into the recording studio, due to wanting to combine all my music abilities into this song. He agreed and I started to put together chords on both the guitar and keyboard. They went together well. I had a melody. All I needed now was the lyrics. It was easy writing. I got a verse and chorus within a second. I started recording vocals, until we had to watch the preformances. As I walked out, it seemed that people had paired up due to lack of being able to play more than one instrument. We watched them preform, and I was the second person to be called up. Loading the file I had recorded onto the computer, I started to play it to the class taking my seat back down. It was a cliche love song, and everyone seemed to like it.
Quintessas P.OV:
Christofers song was amazing. He had done a lot of work to do it and it was the best anyone in the class could ever do. He was the best in the class and I was surprised he wasn't signed to a record company by now. I was next and so I grabbed my electric violin and plugged it into a amp. I started playing a slow and soft melody. I played and played and it seemed like everyone had disapeared, it was just me and my music. When I had finished, I sat down looking embarassed. I had done a slow soft song and I didn't think it was amazing, but it was okay. I took my seat and burried my head in my arms. No one in the class had the same instrument as me everyone had a cool one like a guitar or drums, I was the only kid wth a instrument most of them would think of as old and 18th century. Everyone played their songs but after Christofer's no ones seemed quite as good and they were all boring and the same. No one paired with others because of their insturements they mostly did it because of their friends, I noticed this when friendship groups kept going up, and it was clear they hadn't practised enough. In no time the bell went and I rushed to the library. I was going to get their before Vance but when I got their he was in the doorway.
It was time for 3rd and 4th lessons. Again Scarlett was in one of the higher class' to me, she was going to her science lesson and I was going to my English, but I had music afterwards. I'd been moved up in that lesson due to my musical skills. As well as horse riding, I took up music (playing the piano and guitar) when I came to Earth. Scarlett kissed me goodbye and we went our ways. I took the short way to English, but didn't end up one of the first to class. Again the seating plan procedure went on, and I ended up at the front, in front of the teachers desk. I sighed, this meant I actually had to try and pay attention. I looked around me, I could see Quintessa sat a couple of rows behind me. Her blue hair kind of gave it away.
The teacher announced that we were doing fictions, and told us to get to work on planning a story to write. Due to all the vampire books I had read, I started to plan a vampire fiction. It seemed weird, ovbviously I knew they exsisted...I just couldn't tell whether they were walking amongst us or in their own little place. But knowing about them, and reading about them, gave me extra knowledge on them. I knew that I would probably get a hig mark on this story.
Quintessas P.O.V:
Fiction. I was going to write about Vampires. It would be the easiest of them all. I wrote down a few notes and doodled a quick idea of what I wanted characters to look like. I was going to do a stereotypical vampire. They would turn to dust in the sun, drink blood from humans and moved at the speed of light. We did move at the speed of light but not all the time. I wrote down 3 full pages back to back. I looked up and around and saw a bunch of people struggling to write. I spotted Christofer from were I was sat, and he looked like he was doing okay. I showed the teacher my notes and finished for the lesson.
I walked into music Violin in hand. One I got into the classroom, I sat on a chair that no one was sitting near. Over time, people filled in and took more seats. I saw Christofer walk in. I set out my stuff on the table and waited for the teacher. When he showed up he didn't waste anytime in explaining to us what we were doing. He perched himself up on the edge of his desk and faced the class and occasionally writing stuff on the board.
Christofer P.O.V:
Music. My speciality. I sat down a couple of seats away from Quintessa. She was the only one I really knew in my class, it was a safe bet hanging with her. The teacher seemed relaxed, like he didn't actually mind what we did. He sent us off to work on our own, writing a song, and playing what we had to so far to the class at the end of the lesson. I grabbed the nearest guitar, and asked sir if I could go into the recording studio, due to wanting to combine all my music abilities into this song. He agreed and I started to put together chords on both the guitar and keyboard. They went together well. I had a melody. All I needed now was the lyrics. It was easy writing. I got a verse and chorus within a second. I started recording vocals, until we had to watch the preformances. As I walked out, it seemed that people had paired up due to lack of being able to play more than one instrument. We watched them preform, and I was the second person to be called up. Loading the file I had recorded onto the computer, I started to play it to the class taking my seat back down. It was a cliche love song, and everyone seemed to like it.
Quintessas P.OV:
Christofers song was amazing. He had done a lot of work to do it and it was the best anyone in the class could ever do. He was the best in the class and I was surprised he wasn't signed to a record company by now. I was next and so I grabbed my electric violin and plugged it into a amp. I started playing a slow and soft melody. I played and played and it seemed like everyone had disapeared, it was just me and my music. When I had finished, I sat down looking embarassed. I had done a slow soft song and I didn't think it was amazing, but it was okay. I took my seat and burried my head in my arms. No one in the class had the same instrument as me everyone had a cool one like a guitar or drums, I was the only kid wth a instrument most of them would think of as old and 18th century. Everyone played their songs but after Christofer's no ones seemed quite as good and they were all boring and the same. No one paired with others because of their insturements they mostly did it because of their friends, I noticed this when friendship groups kept going up, and it was clear they hadn't practised enough. In no time the bell went and I rushed to the library. I was going to get their before Vance but when I got their he was in the doorway.
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