MUSE
That was another afternoon gone to the sound of music. Ever since the day he found that music room, ever since the day he laid his hands on a piano in how many years, and, recently, the day he joined the music class, Gawain was enjoying his life day by day, especially every afternoon that he spent with his soul that was given life, the piano. The instrument spoke his words for him; each key, every note, they were all his language. It was a language that he wanted to perfect in his spare time. It was his hobby, next to being a student at Syne Academy, next to being a Hunter prodigy, next to upholding his ideals that he took with him on this journey, next to completing the goals that he set to do not only for himself, but also for the kind person that stood by his side until her death. However, Gawain was happy as was; he was upholding everything to the best of his abilities: out of the seven days of the week, Monday, Friday, and Saturday went to his solo piano training, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were devoted to combat training, and Sunday was just pure studying for classes; however, he always made room for friends if they ever asked for him. He even made a small note attached to the front page of his notepad to tell remind himself about his schedule.
Other than that, the schedule was free to adjust according to free days, but he didn't know of any yet, so Gawain kept on following the same schedule for the most part. Following the road to the central courtyard, Gawain looked up at the dusk sky, dressed his normal combat attire as he knew that the curfew was beginning soon. He honestly wished that he had more time playing, but he had to finish the rest of his homework and do a little bit of studying; nevertheless, he didn't hate the establishment of the curfew, knowing that the staff implemented it to take care of Syne's students. Still, there were a fair few amount of students that went about after the restricted hours, hiding in the shadows and escaping eye, but Gawain let it be, knowing that not a lot of people would listen to him. With a calm expression on his face, Gawain moved on from the courtyard, even though he did like its peacefulness at times, as he began heading towards the boys' dormitory on a fairly happy note for that entire day.
That was another afternoon gone to the sound of music. Ever since the day he found that music room, ever since the day he laid his hands on a piano in how many years, and, recently, the day he joined the music class, Gawain was enjoying his life day by day, especially every afternoon that he spent with his soul that was given life, the piano. The instrument spoke his words for him; each key, every note, they were all his language. It was a language that he wanted to perfect in his spare time. It was his hobby, next to being a student at Syne Academy, next to being a Hunter prodigy, next to upholding his ideals that he took with him on this journey, next to completing the goals that he set to do not only for himself, but also for the kind person that stood by his side until her death. However, Gawain was happy as was; he was upholding everything to the best of his abilities: out of the seven days of the week, Monday, Friday, and Saturday went to his solo piano training, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were devoted to combat training, and Sunday was just pure studying for classes; however, he always made room for friends if they ever asked for him. He even made a small note attached to the front page of his notepad to tell remind himself about his schedule.
"Monday - Piano
Tuesday - Combat Training
Wednesday - Combat Training
Thursday - Combat Training
Friday - Piano
Saturday - Piano
Sunday - Studying"
Tuesday - Combat Training
Wednesday - Combat Training
Thursday - Combat Training
Friday - Piano
Saturday - Piano
Sunday - Studying"
Other than that, the schedule was free to adjust according to free days, but he didn't know of any yet, so Gawain kept on following the same schedule for the most part. Following the road to the central courtyard, Gawain looked up at the dusk sky, dressed his normal combat attire as he knew that the curfew was beginning soon. He honestly wished that he had more time playing, but he had to finish the rest of his homework and do a little bit of studying; nevertheless, he didn't hate the establishment of the curfew, knowing that the staff implemented it to take care of Syne's students. Still, there were a fair few amount of students that went about after the restricted hours, hiding in the shadows and escaping eye, but Gawain let it be, knowing that not a lot of people would listen to him. With a calm expression on his face, Gawain moved on from the courtyard, even though he did like its peacefulness at times, as he began heading towards the boys' dormitory on a fairly happy note for that entire day.