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 Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 10:38 am
Fiore's lips quirked into a small smile as she played. It was wonderful to play so freely; she had always had to play something someone had already written. Still, she did have that audition coming up soon and needed to choose something to play. She continued smiling as she spun a lovely melody tuned to the hopes she had for her furute.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 1:12 pm
Daimon continued to listen to her play and enjoyed every moment she played. It was like listening to a private concert and he was happed to hear her play for him. "I like your music, Fiore." He complimated, hoping that it wouldn't interupte her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 12:51 pm
"Thank you. I've been practicing hard because I hope to one day play in an orchestra if I don't become a dancer," she smiled. I actually have an audition at the end of the monthf rot eh local orchestra, but I can't think of what to play."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 1:20 pm
With a smile, Daimon began to think of something that she could play for her audition and thought about telling her to play what she just played, but knew that it would have to be something that no one has heard of or if they had heard of it, they would have to play the song extremely well. "Well, I would say, close your eyes and imagine a peaceful scene then play along with the scene to make it even more peaceful, but who am I to say something like that ? I don't know much about music." He said as he gave her a light smile, but hoped that it would help her with her decision.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 2:47 pm
"That's it!" she exclaimed, stopping suddenly. "That's exactly it! you're a genius! I've been going over and over countless compositions, but the judges won't be listening to my music if I play someone elses. If they want me to audition they should hear my music!"
She forgot about her cello and flung her arms around Daimon.
"Oh, thank you so much! Now I know what to play!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:02 pm
Daimon listened her to shout 'That's it!' and was shocked to see that his idea actually worked. He smiled at her and listened to her explination of what the judges want to hear and smiled. "I'm glad to-" He was cut short when he saw Fiore leap forward and flung her arms around him.
He placed his arms around her and smiled as he watched the Cello falling. He moved his leg in the way of the fall and felt it hit his shin. He felt the pain in his shin and tightened his grip around Fiore then released his grip abit, once he had endured the pain abit. "Your welcome, Fiore." He said as he then gentle placed the cello on the ground.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:26 pm
"Oh, oops. Sorry, did that hurt you?" Fiore asked when she watched Daimon handle her cello. She set it gently against the wall.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:52 pm
Watching Fiore apologize, Daimon smiled at her and watched as she leaned her cello against the wall. "Its fine, Fiore. I just didn't want an insturment as expensive as a cello to get damaged." He said as he smiled at her. He stood up and knew that his shin hurt abit, but knew that it would heal up in a few days. "So what are you going to play, Fiore ?" He asked, hoping that she could show him instead of tell him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:07 pm
"You sure you're alright?" she pressed. Cellos weren't exactly the lightest instrument in the world...
"I don't know what i'm going to play. I just make up those things on the spot..." she mused, gnawing on her blunt fingernail thoughtfully. "you can come watch if you want. I think that's okay."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:35 pm
Giving a light nod to Fiore, Daimon smiled at her and stared at her cello to see if anything was damaged. "I'll be fine, Fiore, don't worry." He said as he walked over to her and listened to what she might be playing in the audition. He then took a second to think about something that she might like, but knew that he wouldn't beable to think of anything. "Why don't you just close your eyes and imagine a peaceful place real quick ?" He asked, trying to get her to give her something to think about.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:51 pm
"A-alright," she stammered, grabbing her cello and positioning her fingers on the strings again.
She closed her eyes and tried doing what Daimon said, imagining a peaceful place. In her mind's eye she saw the image of her home in Italy. She saw the flower feilds just beyond the yard's fence, and the bright blue sky stretching on forever.
She started playing, creating a tune that matched the life she left behind when she came to Cross Academy: simplicity and happiness. The first six and a half years of her life, before she got 'sick'.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 7:23 pm
With a smile, Daimon listened to her play and enjoyed the music she had created. He closed his eyes and pictured many different things for her music, most of which were happy and lovely. He smiled and knew that Fiore had peace at mind and hoped that it would stay that way.
His mind played like a movie, with many different scenes that involved multiple people and smiles on their faces. He enjoyed that sight, but couldn't help feeling a sign of evil heading towards them, but brushed that thought behind him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 7:35 pm
Fiore played about her life. Her mother and father before they became work-a-holics, her big sister before she tried killing her, the big golden retriever that used to follow her everywhere.
Her music took a sour turn as she played up through the dog's death, an accident when he stopped Fiore from going out into the streets. He was hit by a car and died soon after. The next day was when her sister tried to kill her.
"Ow!" she flinched, jerking her hand away and making the music come to an abrupt halt. She watched as blood beaded on her fingertip.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 8:10 pm
Daimon listened to how her music had a sign on evil and opened his eyes, watching her fingers play roughly and quick on the stings. He felt pain in her music and knew that it exist inside of her, which made Daimon feel as if he had to do something.
He watched her finger bleed then rushed over to her and took her hand. "Fiore, you have had a horrible past, I see." He said as he lightly sucked on her finger to find a small bandage in his pocket to place the bandage over. Once he found it, he took her finger out of his mouth and placed the bandage over it then stared into her eyes.
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