Classes were over, and finally, freedom for just a bit until the cycle repeated. Gawain had only been at the academy for a few days, but he was already taking to the environment well; it didn't have the constant downcast looks everywhere he went. Yet, there was also one more thing that Syne had that he never touched in forever: the keys of a piano. Gawain could already picture his hands on that old piano in that old house down by the old countryside; his hands would play note by note as they started to form a melody that tended to the ears, relaxed the body, and relieved the mind. Those were great times, and now, he had a chance of reliving them, even if they were a mere replica in the very end.
Dressed in his casual attire of a white jacket, a blue semi-long sleeved shirt, white slacks, and white dress shoes, as well as accompanied by his beige satchel that he carried for schoolwork, Gawain set off around the classroom area to find one of those rooms, containing a variety of an instruments, that Richard had mentioned. No matter what, no matter how long that day, he'd find one, and well, he'd enjoy his time there, knowing that he could return to a hobby he once had. All in all, he was so excited that he just couldn't stop smiling on his small exploration around the school. Hopefully though, his technique and skills as a pianist hadn't been lost to time.
It took Gawain around a rough ten to twenty minutes or so to find the right classroom that contained a piano in it. Entering the room and even leaving the door open, he found that it was deserted, but it was nice and tidy to say the least: each instrument was placed in their corresponding location, the windows were closed, but that was quickly changed by an zealous boy, and the only object that glowed in his eyes was the lone instrument at the side of the room, covered by a white sheet to keep the dust away. The pianist easily pulled the giant sheet off of the piano, before wrapping it up and placing it down on a table situated at the back of the class. For this moment to have come, he was filled with joy, seeing the one object that he poured so much of his life and soul to. After opening the grand instrument, Gawain smiled at the several strings that made up each note that each key played. It was so long, but he could already feel the memories pouring back in. Taking a seat at his desk, his right hand fell upon the keyboard and gently flowed back and forth across the keys, playing each one as he tried to get accustomed to the feel once more. At this moment, he felt nothing but beauty at what lied before him; he was simply enamored by the sight of it, the touch of it. However, as his left hand fell upon the keys, he knew that the block that could've developed was just a slight figment of his imagination. There was at least one song he could play, as he knew it by heart, and so, both his heart and soul fell upon the keys as the memory of his past was brought to life.
MUSE
Dressed in his casual attire of a white jacket, a blue semi-long sleeved shirt, white slacks, and white dress shoes, as well as accompanied by his beige satchel that he carried for schoolwork, Gawain set off around the classroom area to find one of those rooms, containing a variety of an instruments, that Richard had mentioned. No matter what, no matter how long that day, he'd find one, and well, he'd enjoy his time there, knowing that he could return to a hobby he once had. All in all, he was so excited that he just couldn't stop smiling on his small exploration around the school. Hopefully though, his technique and skills as a pianist hadn't been lost to time.
It took Gawain around a rough ten to twenty minutes or so to find the right classroom that contained a piano in it. Entering the room and even leaving the door open, he found that it was deserted, but it was nice and tidy to say the least: each instrument was placed in their corresponding location, the windows were closed, but that was quickly changed by an zealous boy, and the only object that glowed in his eyes was the lone instrument at the side of the room, covered by a white sheet to keep the dust away. The pianist easily pulled the giant sheet off of the piano, before wrapping it up and placing it down on a table situated at the back of the class. For this moment to have come, he was filled with joy, seeing the one object that he poured so much of his life and soul to. After opening the grand instrument, Gawain smiled at the several strings that made up each note that each key played. It was so long, but he could already feel the memories pouring back in. Taking a seat at his desk, his right hand fell upon the keyboard and gently flowed back and forth across the keys, playing each one as he tried to get accustomed to the feel once more. At this moment, he felt nothing but beauty at what lied before him; he was simply enamored by the sight of it, the touch of it. However, as his left hand fell upon the keys, he knew that the block that could've developed was just a slight figment of his imagination. There was at least one song he could play, as he knew it by heart, and so, both his heart and soul fell upon the keys as the memory of his past was brought to life.
MUSE