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Post by Guardian/Ghost on Sept 29, 2007 17:11:11 GMT -5
Tristian walked into the classroom looking like a normal person. His wings were strapped along his back and he wore a turtle neck sweater to hide it. Of course some of it bulged but, he had a cover up. Body structure. The students believed that when he was younger, he had had an accident that had twisted his back into odd shapes. So as he walked into the classroom, the students smiled at him and he smiled in return. Placing his coat and his bag on a chair by the door he then went to the chalkboard and started to write with a peice of pink chalk. "Good Morning class. My name is Mr. Tristian baxter and I will be your musical instrustor for this semester. Now//" He turned towards the board and wrote down a certain pattern of notes. "Does anyone reconize what peice of music this section is?" He smirked to hismel;f. It was from Beethoven's moonlight Sonata, and he could hear the students thought almost buzzing like crickets as they tried to think of an awnser. This made him smile even wider...
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Post by Rose Murdock/Jack Murdock on Oct 5, 2007 10:45:50 GMT -5
Rose turned around to face the front smiling as the teacher entered but her smile soon faded when she realized who her teacher was. Her mouth fell open and she shot a glance at Jack. {I didn't know} He mouthed and shrugged. It was their first day there and this had to happen. Her eyes fell on the notes and she almost purred closing her eyes slightly as she listened to the music playing in her head. She could feel her finger itch to get to a piano. She felt a tap on her shouder. "You have this in your book....What is it called?" Her friend asked behind her. Her eyes once gain fell on Tristian and her lips parted.
"The Moonlight Sonata was composed in the summer of 1801 in Hungary, on an estate belonging to the Brunswick family. The composition was published in 1802 and was dedicated to Beethoven’s pupil and passion, 17 years old Countess Giulietta Gucciardi.
The Sonata is one of the most popular piano sonatas from Beethoven’s creation. It is also named “The Moonlight Sonata” by poet Ludwig Rellstab who, in 1832, had this inspiration on a moon lit night on the banks of the Lucerna River. Some biographers make the connection between the unshared love the composer held for Giulietta Guicciardi and the sonarita of the first part." She spoke confidently and with a hint of love in her voice.
The words toubled out of her mouth. The things her mother had taught her bringing on her love of music. "It is a love song to Giulietta." She finished. She could feel Jacks eyes on her and almost sense him smiling.
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Post by Guardian/Ghost on Oct 6, 2007 12:17:59 GMT -5
Trisitan almost had picked another student with there hand up when Rose spoke. He was suprised to see her there but was not suprised that she was at the collage. She had told him that she and Jack were majoring in music. Keeping his emtotions from his face, he hide them behind a smile and nodded."That's Right, Rose." He looked for Jack quickly finding him because most of the time they were together. After he did, he turned back to the board and continued to write. "As Ms. Murdock said, The Moonlight Sonata was composed in the summer of 1801 in Hungary. Now, I hate to do this to you, but I am going to give you a hand out all about the composers of the 1800's." Upon saying this, he heard many groans and sighs from the crowd. "I know. There are some questions at the back that you need to awnser by tomorrow." He grabbed the handouts and started passing them down the rows. "Now, everyone up on their feet." He smiled as he went onto the podium, his love of his job, shining through his face. His fingers itched towards the baton, and he grabbed it in a loving caress before making the pause postion with his hands. "Let's Make some music."
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Post by Rose Murdock/Jack Murdock on Oct 7, 2007 10:07:47 GMT -5
Rose smiled as the assignment was handed out. She loved history and the questions she knew would be easy. Her intrest in music lay in the 1800s. In her opinion the greatest musicians and composers lived then.
"Rose! Hey Rose!" She glanced back at Ross one of her class mates as he hissed at her. He held the paper in the air. "Geuss this means another study date." He smirked at her. Rose's caught her brothers eye and blushed as he raised an eyebrow at her. She glanced down at the questions her cheeks glowing and her blonde hair falling over her face.
Jack shot a surprised look at his sister who caught his eye. She shrugged at him and got to her feet to move over to the piano with Ross.
Jack got up too but instead of retrieving his guitar from near the door he walked over to Tristan. "Um... Tristan. Mister Clayton never made us play unless it was after school during practice sessions and we have no music sheets either. We have never really played as a group together and we'll need time to collaborate. Are you sure about this?"
Rose glanced up at her brother and Tristan desprate to play. Her hands were already positioned over the minor keys. "Lets make beautiful music together baby." Ross purred at Rose. She placed a hand over his face and shoved him playfully away.
"You'd better behave and play nice." She said softly her eyes still on Tristan and Jack.
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Post by Guardian/Ghost on Oct 7, 2007 23:43:35 GMT -5
Tristian winked at Jack. It's no problem. Please, grab your gutiar and get ready to play with your sister. I can't wait to hear you play. He tapped on the stand and nodded towards Rose. "Now, Rose can you please play an Ab Major Chord." he turned back to the rest of the class. "Pick one either the 1, 3, or 5 of the chord and hum the pitch please."
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Post by Rose Murdock/Jack Murdock on Oct 8, 2007 3:40:47 GMT -5
Jack frowned and then sighed walking over to get his guitar. Rose frowned slightly. She leaned over to Ross. "Did you hear Tristan speak at all?" She asked. He listened thinking she was joking. Then he nodded after Tristan gave her the Key.
"Yup He said..." Ross began
"I know what her said." She said slightly annoyed by Ross's clown act. She started to play the notes he gave her in secsesion. He's telepathic... he is, I know he is. Her mother was her grandfather was... Why didn't Jack tell her this. She watched Jack removed his guitar from its covering as the rest of the class joined in.
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