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Suziella · 02-07-2019, 05:31 AM

It had been a very long and trying day, and despite his happy place being with the creatures...sometimes Tristan needed to get away from them too.

Which was one reason he was so happy that there was a music room; he could come in here and play or sing music to his hearts content. Well, at least until music lessons started or Frog Choir practice...which was in a couple hours, actually. So, he had plenty of time to relax before then.

Not many people knew this about Tristan, but he was actually very musically talented. He mostly played the guitar and sang, but he could also play the piano a bit as well. He wasn't a master at all, but he was still pretty good.

As he made his way into the music room, he was happy to see that no one else was in the room. Usually he would pick up a guitar, but today he wanted the piano. He walked silently over to the beautiful, sleek piano, pulled out the bench and sat down.

He looked down at the keys to think about what he wanted to play, then a little grin came over his face. He placed his fingers on the black and white keys and began to play a hauntingly beautiful song. When it was time to sing he took a breath, continuing to play, he started to sing. His gentle tenor voice floated through the room. Anyone within hearing distance would probably be extremely curious to see who that voice belonged to. The only students that knew he sang like this...were those in the Frog Choir. Yes, they did a sing a long at the bonfire, but this was different.

When he got to the chorus, his voice was still gentle but more urgent, singing:

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
You'll make it now...

He continued on singing the song, not caring who heard him. At this point he was so focused on the song he wouldn't have known if anyone walked in.

Song: Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard

02-07-2019, 05:31 AM	#13 (permalink)
Suziella Gladrags Mod Acromantula Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: ❤ Posts: 30,849 Hogwarts RPG Name: Bramble "Bram" Wyatt Lennox Graduated	ThunderPUFF \| Whoodley \| MRD&LKD \| Graphics Queen \| Tristalen \| Mrs. A \| Hunny Bun It had been a very long and trying day, and despite his happy place being with the creatures...sometimes Tristan needed to get away from them too. Which was one reason he was so happy that there was a music room; he could come in here and play or sing music to his hearts content. Well, at least until music lessons started or Frog Choir practice...which was in a couple hours, actually. So, he had plenty of time to relax before then. Not many people knew this about Tristan, but he was actually very musically talented. He mostly played the guitar and sang, but he could also play the piano a bit as well. He wasn't a master at all, but he was still pretty good. As he made his way into the music room, he was happy to see that no one else was in the room. Usually he would pick up a guitar, but today he wanted the piano. He walked silently over to the beautiful, sleek piano, pulled out the bench and sat down. He looked down at the keys to think about what he wanted to play, then a little grin came over his face. He placed his fingers on the black and white keys and began to play a hauntingly beautiful song. When it was time to sing he took a breath, continuing to play, he started to sing. His gentle tenor voice floated through the room. Anyone within hearing distance would probably be extremely curious to see who that voice belonged to. The only students that knew he sang like this...were those in the Frog Choir. Yes, they did a sing a long at the bonfire, but this was different. When he got to the chorus, his voice was still gentle but more urgent, singing: Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice You'll make it now... He continued on singing the song, not caring who heard him. At this point he was so focused on the song he wouldn't have known if anyone walked in. Song: Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard __________________ ⫷ ⫷____________________________________________ I know that you're afraid to... ...let all the dark escape you._____________________________________________⫸ ⫸