Once Hiroshi walked outside the dorm and the cool air enveloping him, he began to think about a few things, almost all in an instant.
Did I close my door properly? Did I hit anyone with my case when I rushed out? Am I forgetting anything?!
His mind is on overdrive as he slowed his pace once he got to the half way point to where he was going. His hand gripped formly on the handle of his violin case, trying to decide if he should go back and make sure of things and apologize, or not to worry about it as much as he is. Normally he would make the effort, even if he was somewhat introvert in nature. But, once he glances at his watch, the idea of going back seemed like an impossible goal.
Hiroshi went back into a hurried jog so he could get backstage. While he was not performing until the second half, he did need some time to try to relax himself and get his mind ready.
He never bothered with any kind of public display, especially when dealing with other people. He always just focused on his classwork and went back to his room, only leaving if he needed to do something such as shopping or laundry. He had never really had a chance to make friends before coming to Yamaku, and that trend hadn't changed since he arrived.
In fact, with the way his medication made him feel on edge a lot more, his anxiety would make what he felt any attempt at socializing very uncomfortable.
The back door to the auditorium is the first thing that comes into view that really pulls Hiroshi from his thoughts as he stopped to take a deep breath. His heart was beating fast, which wasn't really a surprise to him, but he sure felt tired. Nervous was the strongest feeling he had as he knocked on the door.
Tap...Tap...Tap...
The door opens and he walks in once he is confirmed as a performer.
He saw a few students already standing around, he did not really take any direct interest to anyone at the time, as he found a spot as far away from everyone else as he could, which wasn't much.
Hiroshi placed the case on the ground and opened it, revealing his violin. He picks it up and gets into stance and begins to practice in motion. He had a firm grip on both the bow and the violin itself, however, he made great effort to not play any notes. He did not wish to reveal what he would play to anyone until he was on stage, as well as disrupt anyone who is also getting ready.
He closed his eyes and thought back to what his sister Katsumi taught him about preparing. While he was not fond of looking up to his sister for help, for many reasons, he figured this is a rare moment when he needed to think back on her.
As he practiced and readied himself, he would open his eyes when someone else arrived backstage. Taking note of a girl who was dressed up in such a manner she also seemed like some sort of life size doll, as well as two boys who were talking in what he believed was english.
Anymore attempt at practicing was gone once one of the girls that had been inside before Hiroshi approached the two boys and began to converse.
Hiroshi sighed to himself and puts his violin away as he watches the events unfold infront of him. While he had no real experience in socializing, he was quite good at observing others, in a way it was a method to try to understand people that he could not do in a normal way.
The conversation hadn't lasted too long as the girl had left to go on stage and perform.
Hiroshi moved along the sides like everyone else to watch, while he wanted to see each performance, he also wanted to watch how the crowd reacted, in hopes of steadying himself for his own routine.
He had hoped that no one finds the violinist he is trying to be, to be boring.
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I'm waiting a bit so I can build the scene, don't worry I am keeping track .
I was referring to the content from the pasted skype chat link.
The book of bad juju said
Yes, we do have a Skype chatroomWe discuss inportant and serious matters such as thesehttp://pastebin.com/EkxSzVaE
I can see that XD
I can illuminate a bit on the subject matter if someone really wants to know. (No pun intended.... well maybe a little. )
The process of trying to determine something about ourselves.
I've only recently come to the conclusion that I was not ever a piece, a part of something larger that had to be placed in the right spot.
I like to think of myself as a button. something that can be pressed and something happens, it isn't connected to anything specific, but it can change results of things depending on when, where and how the button is pressed
I've only recently come to the conclusion that I was not ever a piece, a part of something larger that had to be placed in the right spot.
I like to think of myself as a button. something that can be pressed and something happens, it isn't connected to anything specific, but it can change results of things depending on when, where and how the button is pressed
Been pretty quiet up in here
TimasheTiger said
Hey zyke, when you nearly bumped into those two students are you still there in front of us or did you just brush past us?
I'd say brush past, Hiroshi was in a hurry.
Well I am set up to be there at the start of my next post, :o
Any other day in the week would have been another relaxing moment of Hiroshi's life of almost complete solitude. But at his older sister, Katsumi's insistance, he needed to participate in the talent show. This equated to attempting to fly before someone learned how to stand up, at least in a social manner.
"I should have never listened to her..."
The panic Hiroshi is steadily being filled with centers around the fact that he misplaced his music sheets, which isn't something he can easily get another copy of, espcially since he created the performance himself.
"Why did this have to happen today...?!" speaking to himself out loud seemed to be a more recent practice, when he thought about it.
With a short amount of time left before he had to arrive backstage to prepare for his performance, Hiroshi gives up on any hope of finding the sheets and starts to write up what he could remember and would wing the missing spots.
While this is normally never good practice, Hiroshi is actually quite familiar with note transition, and would have little probably making the attempt, though there is no guarantee it'll be flawless.
Now with a quick-fix in place, Hiroshi grabs his Violin case and places it on the bed. He has a pretty good idea of what he should wear, which isn't anything special, considering the event. He pulled out a pair of black slacks and shoes first, before grabbing his violet colored button up shirt. He felt that this would look best and quickly changed.
Just a few minutes that have gone by, and he is ready to head over. He makes sure that the collar of his shirt is in proper position, as he then reaches for his case and walks out his door, almost bumping into two other students on his way out.
"I should have never listened to her..."
The panic Hiroshi is steadily being filled with centers around the fact that he misplaced his music sheets, which isn't something he can easily get another copy of, espcially since he created the performance himself.
"Why did this have to happen today...?!" speaking to himself out loud seemed to be a more recent practice, when he thought about it.
With a short amount of time left before he had to arrive backstage to prepare for his performance, Hiroshi gives up on any hope of finding the sheets and starts to write up what he could remember and would wing the missing spots.
While this is normally never good practice, Hiroshi is actually quite familiar with note transition, and would have little probably making the attempt, though there is no guarantee it'll be flawless.
Now with a quick-fix in place, Hiroshi grabs his Violin case and places it on the bed. He has a pretty good idea of what he should wear, which isn't anything special, considering the event. He pulled out a pair of black slacks and shoes first, before grabbing his violet colored button up shirt. He felt that this would look best and quickly changed.
Just a few minutes that have gone by, and he is ready to head over. He makes sure that the collar of his shirt is in proper position, as he then reaches for his case and walks out his door, almost bumping into two other students on his way out.
Hmm...
I must say, I see something great coming from this
I must say, I see something great coming from this
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