m u s i c n o t e s {rose fair}

[william grey valentine]

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{ the w i n d s sweep away s o u l s , and p e o p l e snatch away h e a r t s }
NEVERTHELESS, I SHALL REMAIN IN THIS PLACE
and continue singing.

His mother had come home. It was the first time in several days, at least while the twins had been home. But she certainly wasn’t staying long. A shower, a change of clothes, and a little reapplying of her makeup and she would leave once again. That was the only reason why the woman ever came home. It wasn’t to check up on her two sons, or to see her darling husband. It made Will sad, to see his mother blatantly ignoring him and his brother, to know she was openly cheating on his father. Lawrence didn’t seem to appreciate it either, for as soon as she stepped in the front door, Lawrence had left. Will had watched from the doorway as his brother opened up his window and climbed down from the second floor. The look of irritation on Lawrence’s face had told Will that his brother absolutely hated their mother. Will could understand why; but he just couldn’t bring himself to hate her.

With his notebook of blank sheet music under his arm and a pen in his pocket, Will left the house. His intentions had been to follow his brother, but, by the time he got outside, Lawrence was nowhere in sight. He headed into town, wandering around for several minutes, hoping to find him, but to no avail. Will let out a sigh and ran a hand through his dark hair. It seemed he wouldn’t get to spend any time with his brother that day. He just hoped his twin didn’t get into much trouble out and about on his own.

It was starting to get hot, so Will thought it would probably be best to go somewhere and cool off. He pulled off his black blazer and slung it under his arm with the notebook. It was a bit too hot to be wearing a jacket. Peering around, his silvery gray eyes spotted a small café. Sneakers padding softly on the pavement, Will made his way towards the building. He could get himself a cup of iced tea and enjoy the air conditioning. Once inside, he placed his order, grabbed the ice cold cup of tea, and headed to a small table in the back. He sat down, tucking the jacket behind him on the chair, and set the notebook and pen on the table. He then took a sip of the frosty beverage and immediately felt better.

Now that he was seated, he thought he should try to finish the song he had begun to compose a few days earlier. Will opened the notebook, flipping through pages and pages of little musical notes he had drawn, until he reached a page only half-filled. Will loved to compose music. However, he didn’t particularly enjoy sharing the music he created. He felt embarrassed having other people listen to it. He didn’t think it was good enough for others to read. Taking the pen in his hand, he began to focus on the tune he had begun. The melody replayed itself in his head. He drummed his fingers softly on his knee, trying to figure out the next notes.

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TAGGED: rose fair
WORDS: five-two-two
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: kaze no requiem - yoshimasa hosoya
NOTES: bluh

[rose emily fair]

→ i t ' s t r u e ←
w e r e a l l a l i t t l e i n s a n e

After spending a long day doing private music lessons, all Rose wanted was to relax. She walked along the sidewalk and stopped in front of the café. It was quiet, pretty empty, and an overall soothing environment. She opened the door and listened to the little chime of the bells on the door. She walked up to the counter and smiled at the cashier. Just a small decaf coffee, please. She paid quickly and walked towards the back of the café with her drink.

On her way to a table, she glanced at a table with a young man, probably around her age, and she froze in her tracks. The first thing she’d noticed was his notebook, full of sheet music. The second thing she noticed was that he was writing in pen. Any musician would know that’s a bad idea. She walked up to his table quickly. What are you doing? she screeched. Rose had been involved with music programs since fifth grade and was now majoring in music in college and not once in her musical life did she ever write on sheet music in pen. She put her coffee down, snatched the pen from his hand quickly, and threw it down on the table. Are you insane? What if you mess up?

Rose was a very serious musician. She couldn’t allow someone to even attempt to write sheet music in pen. It was truly insane. She walked to the counter and asked to borrow a pencil and once she was given one she ran back in her heels and slammed it down on the small table. She also couldn’t help but look over his music. What are you writing anyway?

[/color] she asked, smiling. Her eyes sparkled as she looked over the sheet music. She loved meeting other musicians, and she quickly held out her hand. I’m Rose.

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b u t i t ' s s o c l e a r n o w t h a t
→ i ' m u n c h a i n e d ←

words: t h r e e o n e z e r o
tagged: w i l l
outift: c l i c k !
notes: can you say obsessive music freak?

created by r a c h e l of gaikoku no akademi. do not steal, or i might stab you in the throat with a pencil. <3
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[william grey valentine]

♥

{ the w i n d s sweep away s o u l s , and p e o p l e snatch away h e a r t s }
NEVERTHELESS, I SHALL REMAIN IN THIS PLACE
and continue singing.

Will was making good progress on composing his song. The sheet was steadily filling itself with more and more of the little music notes, marked among the lines by his pen. He paused momentarily to take a sip of iced tea, but quickly resumed tapping his fingers on his knee. His other hand reached up to play idly with his dangling feather earring as he thought about the melody. Despite the public setting, he didn’t have any problems with writing music. His surroundings could be loud, and he would still be able to concentrate. For Will, drowning out distractions was fairly easy.

Except, of course, when said distraction decided to speak to—or, rather, yell at—him directly. Of course, that is exactly what happened. “What are you doing?” a voice in front of him suddenly screeched out. Will grimaced, losing track of the melody he had been near perfecting in his head. He tilted his head up, locks of dark hair falling over his left eye, and peered at the woman in confusion. Will didn’t think he had been doing anything wrong. He was just writing music. He became slightly wary when she put her coffee down on the table. She wasn’t going to sit with him, was she? To his shock, she suddenly reached over, tore the pen from his hand, and threw it down on the table. “Umm, excuse me—” he began, only for her to continue her screeching. “Are you insane? What if you mess up?”

Ah, so it was the pen that had her concerned. Will hadn’t really considered that. He was always careful to get the tune right in his head, or on the instrument before writing it down. And if he made a mistake, well, he’d just cross it out or use white out. Really, he just grabbed the nearest writing utensil when he wanted to compose music. He didn’t particularly see the problem with it. The woman in the black dress, on the other hand, must have been some sort of musical perfectionist. But if she really was that stuck up about it, Will didn’t think he was going to like her very much. Music wasn’t really about perfection, he liked to think.

The woman turned and walked swiftly toward the counter, taking his pen with her. “Ah, wait—” Will’s words trailed off, and he reached a hand out as if to stop her. Realizing it was no use, he let the arm drop to the table. Will was left helplessly staring at her as she spoke to the cashier. He was feeling slightly flustered at her behavior. The woman ran back (though Will didn’t see how, in those polka-dotted heels) and slammed down a pencil, presumably retrieved from the cashier, onto the small table. All Will could do was blink. Was this lady crazy?

Will suddenly noticed her eyeing the sheet music he was working on. “What are you writing, anyway?” she asked. The woman was smiling. Will grimaced again, beginning to feel uncomfortable. Before he had a chance to answer, she held out her hand. “I’m Rose.”

“I’m Will,” he replied, hesitantly shaking her hand. He quickly retracted his arm and awkwardly leaned it on the notebook, hiding the page. He didn’t particularly want to share his music with Rose. It wasn’t anything against her, per say—though he didn’t really like her all too much—but he felt too embarrassed to let her take a look. “This—this is nothing,” he added quickly. Will hunched further over the page and hoped Rose would take her coffee and leave him alone.

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TAGGED: rose fair
WORDS: six-zero-three
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: kaze no requiem - yoshimasa hosoya
NOTES: i don’t think will likes her

[rose emily fair]

→ i t ' s t r u e ←
w e r e a l l a l i t t l e i n s a n e

Rose wasn't stupid. She knew when she wasn't wanted. Unfortunately (for Will) she was already too involved. She was already very interested in the song he was composing, so she sat down in the seat across from him. She blushed slightly, watching him cover his work. I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. Im a music major down at UM. I couldn't sit by and watch you write things in pen on sheet music. That's truly insane.

[/color] She took a sip of her coffee and glanced over at his arm.

She let out a little smile, her curiosity growing. I love writing music.. Its the best way to let our feelings. What genre is your song? Classical? Jazz? Pop?[/b] she asked, excited. It wasn't very often that she found someone with the same passion for music as she had.

Music was her savior. It helped her through high school and through break ups and depressing times. It saved her from failure. She was so happy to see someone else enjoying music. I'm sorry.. I know I shouldn't bother you. I just love music so much and I love seeing other people who enjoy music like this. she rambled on. She quickly stopped herself and took a long sip of her coffee to quiet herself before realizing what she was doing. She jumped off her seat from the hot liquid burning down her throat and hit the table as she jumped back, causing her coffee to spill and causing her to fall on the floor.

She pulled herself up as quickly as she could, holding on to the chairs. Suddenly, her eyes went wide. Did your music get wet? she asked (yelled) as she ran to the front of the cafe to grab a fistful of napkins.

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b u t i t ' s s o c l e a r n o w t h a t
→ i ' m u n c h a i n e d ←

words: t h r e e f i v e t h r e e
tagged: w i l l
outift: c l i c k !
notes: can you say obsessive music freak?

created by r a c h e l of gaikoku no akademi. do not steal, or i might stab you in the throat with a pencil. <3
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[william grey valentine]

♥

{ the w i n d s sweep away s o u l s , and p e o p l e snatch away h e a r t s }
NEVERTHELESS, I SHALL REMAIN IN THIS PLACE
and continue singing.

Will’s eyes were wide with shock as he stared at Rose, body flung over his sheet music. He was utterly frazzled. This woman he didn’t even know suddenly came over and yelled at him for writing sheet music in pen, something he himself didn’t have any issue with. It wasn’t any of her business, anyway. She had no right to interfere. Writing in pen or pencil was all based on personal preference, wasn’t it? Then, strangely, she had suddenly switched from being all screechy and noisy to all nice and friendly, even introducing herself. And now this. Rose wanted to see his song. Will didn’t want to share it with her. He was still trying to process the whole situation and didn’t know what to make of it.

It didn’t look like she was going to give up and leave like Will had wanted. The nosy woman parked herself in the chair across from Will and set down her coffee. It looked like she was staying for a while. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. I’m a music major down at UM. I couldn’t sit by and watch you write things in pen on sheet music. That’s truly insane.” And she calmly sipped her coffee, like she was some expert musician with every right in the world to correct his “errors” and make him show her his music. You know what’s truly insane? You, Will thought. You’re not sorry at all about making me feel uncomfortable. That much is obvious. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with writing in pen. He thought it, but he would never say something so harsh out loud unless absolutely necessary. But this woman—Rose would just not let it go. “I love writing music. It’s the best way to let out feelings. What genre is your song? Classical? Jazz? Pop?”

The song was classical—but Rose didn’t need to know that. She sounded so excited. It was somehow kind of scary. Her persistence was making him far beyond uncomfortable. It was kind of like an invasion of his privacy, he felt. If a song was a reflection of feelings like she said, then it put his heart and soul right out there on paper. It was like a diary—something one would not go around sharing. And certainly not something he was about to share with Rose.

Rose seemed to think apologizing would make the situation better and convince him to show her the song. In truth, it was actually pretty annoying. Why couldn’t she get it through her head that he did not want to share his music? “I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t bother you. I just love music so much and I love seeing other people who enjoy music like this.” Her rambling was about to drive Will crazy. If you know, then stop, he thought. She finally paused for air and took a long sip of coffee.

Apparently, said coffee was scalding hot. To the point where Rose jumped out of her seat. And knocked into the freaking table, spilling her goddamned coffee all over the place. Will let out an audible gasp, snatching the notebook full of his precious music out of the way of the pool of hot liquid. Rose had fallen, but Will was completely unconcerned. “Did your music get wet?” She didn’t even give him time to answer, and darted over to the counter for napkins.

Will had just about had it. He stood, clutching the notebook. When she was within range to hear him, back with the napkins, he finally spoke up. “I don’t want to share my music. P-please, l-leave me alone!” He had attempted to sound firm and harsh, but had utterly failed. Instead, he stuttered, voice shaking a bit, and just sounded awkward and uncomfortable. Being polite to someone who was bothering the hell out of him wasn’t a very good idea. His expression reflected more shock at what had just happened than the irritation he had been feeling.

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TAGGED: rose fair
WORDS: six-six-eight
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: kaze no requiem - yoshimasa hosoya
NOTES: will no likey