Jazz Studio

[marielefluer]

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LADIES DO NOT START FIGHTS,
but they can finish them!
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Marie Andre was excited to back at Classic Academy for her junior year. Her family took a trip back home to Paris for the summer, where Marie gladly restocked on her wardrobe. Today she was sporting her newest pink and blue flower-printed, knee length skirt with black trim along with a white lacy tank top covered by a three-fourth sleeved cropped shawl. Looking like she just walked over the runways, she strutted her way down the hall of the first floor of the Art Building. Her small black purse swinging at her side and her tilted pink bow bouncing in her hair as she made her way to her favorite studio.

Since she had started at the academy and discovered the Art building with all of the different studios, she unofficially claimed the last studio on the right as hers. The studio is a hybrid of sorts. The back wall is a mirror wall that wraps to the right wall while the left wall held three small windows to let natural light in but also opened for fresh air on nice days. The room wasn't entirely sound-proof, but did have good acoustics for the stand up piano which sat near the windows. There was also microphone and microphone stand that sat in the middle of the room, but neither plugged into a wall or an amp. The only reason either of them were there was for the singer to get used to them.

Just thinking of getting into her studio make Marie pick up her speed to get there. With her hand on the gleaming, gold french door handle, Marie's excitement escalated. She let the door slam behind her as she raced to the piano to allow her fingers to brush across the shining white keys. She played a quick C scale before deciding to open up a window.

Once she finished taking in how much she missed her studio, Marie went back to the piano to start some scales and warm up before she started on anything else.

[alice]

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THAT EXPLAINS THE TROUBLE THAT I'M ALWAYS IN
be patient is very good advice but the waiting makes me curious
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It hadn't taken Alice long to fall back into the swing of things when the new, and her last, school year began. She had stayed in Memory all summer, deciding not to make the trek all the way back to Philly when she found things so much more interesting here. Lately there had been a surge of new students at the boarding school, and Alice was curious to get to know them. She felt she had to live up her final year at school, because after this, she was on her own. Would she stay in Memory? Would she go back to Philadelphia? She didn't know yet, though as she situated her back comfortably beneath one of the windows outside the Art Building, she wondered if she wouldn't go somewhere else altogether.

The sun was brilliant today Alice noticed, squinting across the bright, airy lawns of the academy's campus. The air was muggy and hot, and though the town was settled by the Penobscot River, there was little breeze off the water to cool the place down. Alice sweat a little with the sun shining full force, but it didn't stop her from enjoying the day. The grounds were swarming with people for the first day of classes, mostly sophomores, juniors and seniors who knew where they were going. Now and again she'd spy a freshman who looked utterly and hopelessly lost, but Alice didn't exactly feel like playing tour guide to them now. That would be spectacularly boring, and Alice was not a fan of boring.

Sliding her sunglasses onto her face, Alice leaned her head back against the cooler stone of the building. Here she found a little bit of relief from the soupy heat, but it wasn't much. The slow, heavy air made her sleepy and a little bit stupid, and before long she found herself slipping into a daydream, as she was often wont to do. Her eyes closed as the air pressed heavy around the shoulders nearly bare except for the straps of her tank top, the legs and feet naked except her jean shorts and sneakers. If she wasn't careful, she was going to fall asleep entirely.

So it was probably a good thing that just as Alice was about to nod off and most likely miss opening assembly, a sudden musical ditty roused her. The window above her head had been opened (How did I miss that?) and someone was playing a scale on the piano in the room beyond. Alice opened her eyes and looked up and over her shoulder at the open window, and, curiosity getting the best of her, she stood to see who was playing.

In the room was another blond girl, plucking carefully at the keys of a piano. She looked very well put together, the sort of girl who put effort into her appearance. Alice briefly compared her own attire - a white "The Who" tank top, short, raggedy jeans and sneakers she'd had since middle school - and wondered how long it took that girl to dress in the morning. "Hey!" Alice called suddenly and a bit brashly, interrupting the girl in the room. Alice poked her head in the window, her hands gripping the pane which was a bit too high for her to stand at comfortably. "Whatcha playing?"

[marielefluer]

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LADIES DO NOT START FIGHTS,
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Marie was still standing at the piano, just finishing up her a minor scale, when a blond head popped in the window asking what she was playing, making her scream(which sounded more like a cat yelping in pain). "Geez, are you trying to give me a premature heart attack?" Marie half scream, half panted while she clutched at her chest.

Marie walked over to the girl so she could get a better look. "For your information, I was only playing scales to warm up. What's your name, I don't think I've run into you before." She said noticing that the girl had to stand on her tip-toes to even see into the window, which Marie found funny, seeing as the window wasn't that high off the ground, maybe three or four feet.

Looking down on the other blond, made Marie realize she had seen the girl before in passing over the years. Marie noticed what other people wore, she noticed the attention to detail some people putting into looking in morning or rather people's lack of attention, in the case of this girl. Her torn jeans, her obviously over worn tank top and her sneakers that look as if they lived in a mud puddle and ran through tall fields of grass. Marie couldn't help but crunch up her nose a little bit. She loved seeing every one's sense of fashion, but this girl either had no one to impress or just didn't know what good fashion was. It made Marie a little upset, that such a pretty girl would wear such...rags.

[alice]

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THAT EXPLAINS THE TROUBLE THAT I'M ALWAYS IN
be patient is very good advice but the waiting makes me curious
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She noticed the blond girl critiquing her appearance, so deliberately Alice stepped closer to window to try and cut off the girl's view. Really, she supposed, there were more important things to worry about! Though only moments ago she had been doing the same thing... Either way, this girl was clearly not in to being interrupted by the likes of Alice Day, and with a smirk Alice found this rather funny.

Alice smiled widely as the other frowned at her. The girl's attitude was more than snobbish and totally curt, which made Alice all the more eager to antagonize her a bit just to see what she'd do. "Alice Day," she replied plainly as she hoisted herself up to the window and slung her legs inside, so that she was now sitting in the window frame, facing the piano player. "And I shouldn't expect to have had you in any of my classes. I know all the seniors and I'm getting the vibe that... Well, you're not one of us." Her smile perked up and she tilted her head playfully. "See, the senior class is totally chill, but you're like... what's the word...?" Alice drummed on fingers loudly on the sill as she pretended to wrack her brain for the missing word. "Oh. 'Not.'"

Alice giggled then and swung her feet, letting them thunk softly against the wall. "But hey, that's cool. I can dig all kinds of people. You're just, like, wound up, need to relax. Like. Breathe, and stuff." Alice was referencing the way the girl had screamed loud enough to pierce eardrums only moments ago. "Anyway, so who are you?"