There he was again, sitting on that lonesome chair, staring out that dusty window at the open campus, with only himself, that piano, and his companion resting on the floor. The silence of the room echoed back and forth between each wall and object; not even a single exhale penetrated the airless tranquility. Everything was practically still, calm, peaceful almost as if time had left the room long ago, only to leave it to nature. Nature, however, graced the environment with life, the peace and calm life deserves, and that was the wondrous music, Gawain's music.
Gawain, ever since he discovered the room, found his place of respite there, playing music for all to hear, at least, whoever heard. Always on his own, Gawain barely ever had an audience to tend to; there was the extracurricular music class he took, but, even so, that was a bare minimum of the academy, students that had an aptitude for the musical arts. Thus, when the boy played, he played mostly to himself. Sometimes he played to his companion, but those were often joyous, melodic songs, resembling the relationship the two held together. That dog was the one friend Gawain could always rely on to keep him company whenever he was lonely, which was often of course. Still, the boy simply wished for an audience, a Human, Faunus, or humanoid companion to keep him company and to just talk to. His life was always lonely one after all.
Raising his head from its hanging spot, Gawain sighed as his mind slowly emptied itself of the prepared song's theme. He was there, with his blue long-sleeved shirt on, his white slacks, and white dress shoes, sitting on that wooden seat with the grand piano before him, music sheets stood atop the holder. His mind went through processing, analyzing, and relaxing before he finally came to his end conclusion. He knew the song's rhythm, he knew the meaning of the song, but most important of all, he knew what it meant for him to be a musician.
Drawing his hands on top of the keys of the piano, his eyes scanned the sheets once before he fell upon the notes, ready for the whole world to listen to his music.
MUSE
Gawain, ever since he discovered the room, found his place of respite there, playing music for all to hear, at least, whoever heard. Always on his own, Gawain barely ever had an audience to tend to; there was the extracurricular music class he took, but, even so, that was a bare minimum of the academy, students that had an aptitude for the musical arts. Thus, when the boy played, he played mostly to himself. Sometimes he played to his companion, but those were often joyous, melodic songs, resembling the relationship the two held together. That dog was the one friend Gawain could always rely on to keep him company whenever he was lonely, which was often of course. Still, the boy simply wished for an audience, a Human, Faunus, or humanoid companion to keep him company and to just talk to. His life was always lonely one after all.
Raising his head from its hanging spot, Gawain sighed as his mind slowly emptied itself of the prepared song's theme. He was there, with his blue long-sleeved shirt on, his white slacks, and white dress shoes, sitting on that wooden seat with the grand piano before him, music sheets stood atop the holder. His mind went through processing, analyzing, and relaxing before he finally came to his end conclusion. He knew the song's rhythm, he knew the meaning of the song, but most important of all, he knew what it meant for him to be a musician.
Drawing his hands on top of the keys of the piano, his eyes scanned the sheets once before he fell upon the notes, ready for the whole world to listen to his music.
MUSE