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09/18/11(Sun)16:30 No.29789481>>29789433
Octavia: When you met her, it was clear she was very into her music before you two had ever shared a word. You felt just a bit intimidated, your only musical experience being two years of tuba in middle school. But hell, you were *damn* good at it. Still a little embarrassing. You were just as surprised as anyone when she agreed to have dinner with you, agreeing to head out to this little hole in the wall that features great live music. After a relatively uneventful, but otherwise great dinner that was spent telling stories about eachother's pasts (carefully replacing every instance of 'tuba' with 'trumpet'), you head bnack to her place for a short jam session. She retrieves her cello, and hand you a trumpet she had lying around in her closet. After just a bit of familiarization with the keys, and mentally converting the treble scale in front of you to bass, you play. After about half an hour, she finally speaks up, a chuckle in her voice. "You played the tuba, didn't you?" Your face flushed, you quietly nod. She laughs, and retrieves an old, beat up tuba from the closet. "I got it for $30," she remarks triumphantly. "A middle school was raising funds for new instruments. THey sold the old ones. They just gcouldn't get rid of this one, so I took it off their hands." Your eyes scan over it. It looks very familiar. By the end of the next song, there's no doubt in your mind that she'd bought the same tuba you used all those years ago. All the scratches, tone imperfections, exactly as you remember. "Much better," she says with a smirk. The end of the night arrives all too quickly. As you say your goodbyes on her townhouses step, she says "I'd love to do this again soon." She plants a soft kiss on your cheek, before heading back inside with a warm smile.
And the last, and longest of the three. I had a lot of fun doing these. I see how >fanfiction could get so popular now. |