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Post by mikaylaluv on Jun 14, 2010 11:30:24 GMT -7
Carter opened up her violin case, one of the couple cases she brought. Along with Flute and Guitar, Carter loved to play this particular instrument. She picked up the string instrument and the bow and tuned it. She then opened up one of her practice books which happened to be a Connect Three song book. She enjoyed the band because it gave her something to rock out to, but nothing to be overly excited about. Except when she sees Nate, okay small crush…okay major crush but who is going to tell. She started to play the song Play My Music.
Why she chose that song was unknown to her. She closed her eyes as she continued to play, randomly looking like she was playing at their concert as one of their strings. Playing an instrument took Carter to a place where she was free from all the drama in her life and around the camp and home and so on. She tapped her foot to the beat and she looked at the page.
Carter smiled when the song finished and then she flipped a few pages and started playing the song “Gotta Find You”. She closed her eyes at the smoothness of this song. This was one of her favorites from this band. It just gives her images in her head. A boy finding a girl and the want of love but it always ends up in heartbreak. Carter let the bow glide across the strings and listened to the music flow from it always opening up her eyes to glance at the page to make sure she was playing it right.
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Post by caitlyn on Jun 14, 2010 16:54:40 GMT -7
Caitlyn had been wandering the grounds on another sluggish day at Camp. This year just hadn't been quite as dramatic as usual. Unconsciously, her feet had taken her to the place where she seemed to spend most of her time. The practice room.
A lilting violin melody drifted out to her, the melody familiar to her. She walked up carefully, seeing a girl about her age playing the music. "You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me I gotta find you, I gotta find you." Caitlyn sang as the song finished up. She wasn't a general fan of Connect Three, but knowing the boys and going to a few of their shows, the lyrics had stuck with her.
Caitlyn grinned at the other girl. "How long have you been playing?" She asked nodding toward the violin. Skill like that, especially with violin, did not happen overnight as she had found out. That was why she had loved mixing music. You didn't have to be skilled at an instrument to do it and it didn't take long to figure out how things worked. She'd just never had the patience to practice she liked things she could just learn right away and then chip away at to become even better.
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Post by mikaylaluv on Jun 14, 2010 17:37:48 GMT -7
“Hm?” Carter asked turning around when she finished. “Oh hey.” She greeted to the stranger, “For a few years now actually.” She said placing the bow in between her middle and index finger, “I’m Carter.” She said holding out her hand for the other girl to shake. “I guess you figured out the song.” She replied, holding the violin next to her thigh. She had been playing for a while but she also hasn’t played the violin in a while so she was happy that she wasn’t as rusty as she thought.
“Do you play any instruments?” she asked. The other girl didn’t really look like she prefers playing an instrument, but looks can be deceiving. Someone can look to be one thing and actually be something else. Even if she was wrong the answer was going to come out, it was one of those questions that always do.
She leaned down and picked up her bag and started searching for her next song. Within Temptation, yes she brought it and started searching for a song. Finally she found it, What Have You Done she took the book she had off of the stand and then replaced it, placing the other song book into her bag.
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Post by caitlyn on Jun 14, 2010 17:51:02 GMT -7
Caitlyn grinned at the other girl. "Well you're twelve times better than I could ever be!" She shook the outstretched hand firmly, "Caitlyn." She said laughing. It seemed like she and Carter would get along just fine. Caitlyn nodded, "It's hard to not when you hear it constantly."
The girl was an obvious musician, she just held herself in a way that she looked like one. Caitlyn adjusted the strap of her laptop bag. The thing went everywhere with her, she never left it alone. It was her baby. Caitlyn shook her head, "Just dance and music production for me. I never had the patience to learn one." She said smiling at Carter. "Plus I could never really get the music to work for me." She said shrugging. Instruments had never totally held her attention like dancing and music production did.
Caitlyn looked over the other girl's shoulder, smiling at the song choice. "That's a good song." She said nodding toward the sheet music full of meaningless dots and lines. She hadn't even got past learning how to read music before she had quit. It was just all too complex and too confusing. She preferred the simplicity of moving your body and typing and clicking on a laptop. She didn't have the concentration to figure out what all of it meant. Musicians were amazing how they could translate the music in their heads and then let it come out through their hands because music really was it's own unique language. There was nothing else like it and nothing more universally binding.
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Post by mikaylaluv on Jun 17, 2010 11:36:30 GMT -7
“I hear that. Every girl at my school drools over the band. I can’t see why they are a hit besides being good singers.” Carter shrugged. “Music production?” Carter asked. That was really interesting. She did like electronics but she could never be able to produce music, she would be the one actually playing it. “Well reading music just takes time, plus you have to know how to position the hands.” Carter said with a nod. She had been reading music since she was in third grade with recorders but they were just squeaking worthless noise that gave everyone a headache.
“It is a good song, I recently got into it.” Carter said with a smile. That was a fact. She didn’t know why but darker songs were on her list of must haves on her iPod, and ever since she got the book she would warm up and work on the song, but there was one problem. She had a minor problem of playing it…and getting it right. She didn’t know but it was a challenge. One day, she guessed, she would play it right but until then, she kept on messing up on one part and then another and those were marked clearly in her book.
Okay so Carter wasn’t the best person to go to if you have a problem with fixing anything. She has a short temper if you make her mad or if something makes her mad.
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