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This is the music class where students can come to practice their skills. The room is large and round with a numerous amount of chairs and music books. Though you have to bring your own instrument..unless of course its something heavy like a piano. The school provides that. The carpet is a crimson red color and the walls look like they are made of the finest wood. Upon various shelves are mini busts of all the great musicians threw time. From Mozart and other classical artists, to current now a day artists ranging from all sorts of different genre's.
(I don't believe teachers are needed to much in rps. You can pretty much just NPC them and have them tell you what to do if you ask me.)

Megan walked alone through the dark halls. The sound of her footsteps echoed strangely through the empty corridor, and she began to feel frightened. She froze. An unfamiliar melody drifted through the air to her ears, a song telling of love and sorrow. Megan unknowingly began singing along to the notes, almost as if she had known the song her whole life. Her feet began to walk independently along the hall, following the sound obsessively. She looked up to find herself in front of a great wooden door. Room 204.

Megan stood there by the door for what seemed like forever. She swayed gently as if in a trance, her white-blond hair fanned out behind her as she moved. The song was alien to her, buried somewhere in her past conciousness, unreachable and yet so close. And even so the lyrics to the song appeared in her mind as the melody played on, and her singing grew louder. The beautiful harmony of her voice and that of the piano formed a long forgotten poem, one of betrayal and forgiveness. Suddenly the music stopped. Woken out of her reverie, Megan pressed herself against the door, not wishing to be seen or heard by the mysterious piano player.

Megan gasped. There was a boy, right next to her! A scrawny, blond-haired boy, who was obviously the mysterious pianist. Wait, he was saying something. "...If I'da known I would have played something better..."
"Oh!" she interrupted. "That's quite all right. It was beautiful." Megan noticed the sad look in his eyes and thought privately, this is a boy who needs a friend. "My name is Megan," she said in a nonthreatening voice, "and I'm new here."

Megan shook his hand without hesitation. This boy seemed different. She knew she didn't have to be afraid of him. Besides, he wasn't bigger than her, like most people were. She was small for her age, 15 years old and still wearing clothes that fit most girl's little sisters. "Well, I certainly hope that your roomate is nice. This school seems like it's well taken care of. No smoking allowed and a strict headmistress." They both were keen to avoid the subject of the music, but Megan could find nothing else to say. "Umm...where did you learn to play the piano like that?"

Megan blushed, her cheeks burning red. He was so like her...maybe he was a runaway too. She wished he hadn't had to leave, but all the same, she knew they would meet again. And maybe he could play that wonderful melody for her...

Megan scoffed at the newcomer and went back to her dorm. Maybe not everyone at this school was nice.

Vade had not meant to hear what he did. But when he did, he couldn't help but find out who it was that was singing.

It was the girl from art class.

He leaned against the doorframe and watched for a moment before speaking.

"Me ma sang that to me. When I thought the Bean sidhes were coming for me," He said. Realizing only a second later that she probably had no idea what a Bansidhe was. Scratching his head, he looked down at the floor and scoffed.

"Sorry, I just had to see who was playin' that song."

He turned to leave.