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Post by Kazuhiko Shiroyama on Jul 18, 2009 1:20:16 GMT 10
His dark hair fell forward over his face as he closed his eyes, relishing in the relaxing feeling. Fingers gracefully and purposefully glided over the white and black keys. Soft music filled the room as he played a familiar melody from his childhood, Chopin's Tristesse. He had always played this song when he was stressed out, letting the notes fill the room, from the slow, quiet, beginning, the strong middle, and faint end. So, why was he stressed out now? Oh, well there was homework, that was never fun, and then the fact that he had recently transferred caused him to cling to what he knew well, such as the keys of a piano. Currently, the dark haired teen was using his free period to practice, to relax before his next class. He was so absorbed in the music that it seemed like all there was in the world was the piano, himself, and the music he brought forth from the keys.
In the very back of his mind, he knew that there would still be homework to do when he stopped playing, that there would still be classes to go to, and other miscellaneous things he needed to take care of, like completely unpacking his stuff, or studying, but for the moment he just continued to play, wishing free period didn't have to end, or that all the things that needed to be done would magically be taken care of, but we all know that doesn't happen, so he stayed in his little world, for the time being.
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Post by Camden Crush on Jul 18, 2009 8:12:38 GMT 10
Sitting in the library, sketching, Camden had decided to get up and get out. The library was having lighting problems and the librarian had told everyone to leave. Despite the fact that Camden knew she didn't know Camden was hiding in the back, she decided to leave, too.
The hall was littered with students who had free-period. Camden had, in fact, skipped two classes and this was her free period. So, she supposed she would be 'safe' to walk around. As she neared the studio block, which was almost always empty, she heard music. Pushing her sketch book into her bag, she cautiously made her way towards the music studio. There were rarely students who played any instruments on school grounds, being shy and all, or rather thinking that they think the instruments weren't the bests.
Spoiled brats, she thought.
As she neared the music studio, the music grew louder. It was a soft and simple tune. A calming one. Silently, she creaked open the door and leaned against it. The boy who was playing the piano had his back to her, so she couldn't see his face and neither could he.
She didn't say a word. She just stayed there, eyes closed, and ears opened to the music. |
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Post by Kazuhiko Shiroyama on Jul 18, 2009 8:44:16 GMT 10
Reluctantly, fingers left the keys as the last notes were struck. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes still closed as he sat in silence, wondering if he should play more or do homework. Kazuhiko stood up, the piano bench scraping lightly against the floor, the obligation of his schoolwork getting the better of him as he stopped and stretched, letting out a yawn. His coal colored eyes now gazed at the black piano, and then looked to the black bench he was standing next to as he reached for his backpack.
As he turned to face the door, Kaz saw a pretty girl with long black hair leaning against the doorway. Being somewhat new, he couldn’t place a name to the girl's face. Playing piano always put him in a good mood, so he gaze her a smile and said in his slightly accented voice, ”Hi, uh, I’m Kazuhiko…Did you want to use this room or…?” He let the sentence trail wondering if he was making himself look like an idiot at the moment. Kaz mentally shrugged, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and buttoning his plaid shirt over his undershirt, to busy his hands as he waited for a reply from the dark haired girl.
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Post by Camden Crush on Jul 18, 2009 8:50:44 GMT 10
With every tune the boy played, she imagined a splash of various colours in her mind. Every tune had their own colour and in her mind, a work of art is happening. That is, of couse, until the boy stopped playing. A frown was visible upon Camden's face when he stopped playing and she opened her eyes. The boy turned around and she saw his face. He was the new student from Japan.
”Hi, uh, I’m Kazuhiko…Did you want to use this room or…?” he had hesitated.
Camden shook her head, smirking. "Don't stop playing." she said, making her way forwards. She was usually hostile and uncaring but his music inspired her to draw and make art.
"Play," she said, almost demanded, but in a soft voice. |
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Post by Kazuhiko Shiroyama on Jul 18, 2009 9:51:38 GMT 10
“Don’t stop playing”
She had said. Kaz let his backpack slide off his shoulders where it made a small thud on the floor. ”Alright then…” He made his way back to the bench, unbuttoning what few buttons he had done up. Sitting at the bench, he rested his hands on his dark jeans for a moment, wondering what to play. Kazuhiko decided to keep playing Chopin, being that it was a personal favorite of his. He brought his hands to the keys and breathed in deeply, closing his eyes and letting his hands find the familiar keys. Abruptly the room was filled with the flowing music of Chopin’s Fantasie Impromptu.
Kaz let himself be once again absorbed into the music and his fingers glided swiftly, always finding the right keys, even with his eyes closed. As the song came to an end he led into another of Chopin’s melodies, Raindrop. The notes were mostly soft and calming. While he played Kaz opened his eyes, glancing at the girl who still remained nameless to him. I wonder why she wanted me to keep playing…At least I get more practice time I guess, homework can wait… He made excuses for himself to continue playing while still wondering about the girl who was listening to him play.
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Post by Camden Crush on Jul 18, 2009 11:23:31 GMT 10
"Alright then," he had replied, sitting down back on the bench.
This time, Camden was ready with a pencil and her sketchpad. She closed her eyes for the first minute as he played to get into the feel of the music. Then, she opened them again and started sketching. She didn't know what she was sketching but it made sense to her, in a way. By the time the song was finished, so was she with her sketch. If anyone who didn't know any better, they'd think she was just drawing random lines here and there, but to anyone who appreciated art and saw it, they'd know it was telling a story.
He started on another song and this time, Camden just listened. She didn't draw, but just listened. Halfway through the song, she opened her eyes again and saw him staring at her. "That's really nice. Kazuhiko, right? I'm Camden." |
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Post by Kazuhiko Shiroyama on Jul 18, 2009 12:14:21 GMT 10
"That's really nice. Kazuhiko, right? I'm Camden."
As ‘Raindrop’ came to an end, he stood up. Smiling, Kazu walked over to her offered his hand, Thanks, Chopin’s the best, in my opinion,” he said, partially shocked by her difference in looks and personality. Usually pretty girls were the popular ones, lusted after by many of the male population, however here she was, Camden, all by herself. ’I guess some girls defy the norm of schools…But I wonder why she’s by herself…’ He decided to avoid asking.
”Yeah, its Kazuhiko, Kazuhiko Shiroyama, or Kaz for short. Camden’s a pretty name.” He complemented. For a moment he let his eyes wander to the sketch pad, but not long enough to really see anything. Kaz wondered if he should look, or wait to be shown. Or better yet take the initiative and ask. ’No…if she wanted to show me I’m sure she would…I don’t want to be rude by asking her and forcing her into a situation’ However this was probably just his Japanese way of life speaking for him.
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Post by Camden Crush on Jul 18, 2009 12:35:59 GMT 10
"Thanks. Chopin's the best in my opinion," he said. ”Yeah, its Kazuhiko, Kazuhiko Shiroyama, or Kaz for short. Camden’s a pretty name.”
She shook his hand and shrugged. "Naah, it's just a name. Nothing much. Camden Crush." she said, "When did you move here? I mean, I knew there was a foreign student here but I didn't know since when. I've been here since my freshman year. actually."
She closed her sketchpad and pushed it inside her bag, sitting on the piano bench. Resting her fingers light on the keys, careful not to press them, she turned towards him. "How long have you been playing? You sound like a real pro. I can only play this,"
Smirking slightly, she played "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". It was the only thing she remembered how to play out of all the piano lessons her parents had forced her to take when she was little. After finding out she was adopted, she let the piano at her house collect dust and rot.
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Post by Kazuhiko Shiroyama on Jul 18, 2009 13:58:25 GMT 10
"When did you move here? I mean, I knew there was a foreign student here but I didn't know since when. I've been here since my freshman year. actually."
Kaz ran a hand through his dark hair, thinking to himself, counting the weeks it had been since he transferred here. ”Uhm, I guess I would say about 2 months? Give or take a few weeks…” He smiled as he watched her walk to the piano bench, he was happy that she was talking to him, Kaz loved meeting new people, and for some reason he had a particular interest in her. He watched quietly as she ran her fingers over the glossy keys, careful not to push a key and make a noise.
"How long have you been playing? You sound like a real pro. I can only play this," she played "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star".
Kazuhiko chuckled lightly, ”Thank you, I’ve been playing for about 13 years, since I was 3. Boku wa piano ga daisuke desu!” He laughed, ”that’s Japanese for ‘I love the piano.’ I guess I was lucky that I enjoyed the instrument my parents had me play. Otherwise there would have been trouble.” Kaz smirked at the memories of all the things he had done to frustrate his parents, oh, good times, definitely good times.
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Post by Camden Crush on Jul 19, 2009 0:17:36 GMT 10
”Thank you, I’ve been playing for about 13 years, since I was 3. Boku wa piano ga daisuke desu!” He laughed, ”that’s Japanese for ‘I love the piano.’ I guess I was lucky that I enjoyed the instrument my parents had me play. Otherwise there would have been trouble.”
As she was about to finish the song, Camden purposely pressed the wrong key and let her hands fall off the keys and onto her lap. The mention of 'parents' had reminded Camden about how she didn't who her real ones were. A frown was visible upon her face as she stood up.
"Yeah, well, lucky you," she muttered, making her way towards the door. Just as she was about to walk out, she turned around and said, "To be honest, I hate my name... because I don't know what it really is. My surname isn't Crush. Camden isn't the name my real mother gave me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm nameless. So, no, Camden isn't a pretty name after all."
Shaking her head, she walked out. She didn't understand the way her own emotions work; one minute she was being friendly and nice to Kaz, and the next, she was being the bitter person she was again and storming out. |
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Post by Kazuhiko Shiroyama on Jul 19, 2009 17:30:54 GMT 10
"Yeah, well, lucky you," she got up and walked to the door, stopping just before she was out of the room, turning her head she added, "To be honest, I hate my name... because I don't know what it really is. My surname isn't Crush. Camden isn't the name my real mother gave me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm nameless. So, no, Camden isn't a pretty name after all."
Then she was gone. Kaz stared after her, mouth hanging slightly open. Once realization set in he face palmed himself and let his hand slide off his face. What did I say wrong? He wondered. Kazuhiko ran to the door and looked around, hoping to still be able to find her. ”I’m sorry! Please tell me what I said wrong!” he called out, not knowing why he was so concerned. Maybe it was the shared hate of their parents, not that he knew any of her story, or her his. Kaz let out a sigh, really…I….just wanted to be friends….what to do? He thought, leaning against the door frame, wondering if she could even hear him, or if she wanted to talk to him at all anymore.
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Post by Camden Crush on Jul 25, 2009 22:06:29 GMT 10
"I'm sorry! Please tell me what I said wrong!"
That made her stop in her tracks. Guilt bit at her and she sighed, looking down at her feet. He was right -- well, sort of; he didn't exactly say anything, just a question. He said nothing wrong. It was her. It was always her. Why was she so bitter and distant this way?
She turned around, forcing a small smile upon her face. "It's me. I'm sorry. Can we start over?" |
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