Music//Class 1

[Onzy]

The following students MUST be here according to their timetables:
--Nikki Love
--Spencer Dalca
--Joshua Walsh
--Callum Razamuth
--Evann Morgan
--Julian Barker
--Simon Greene
--Jemma McLaughlin
--Alexi Killian

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Dannyl entered the class, loving the feel of the space already. It wasn't large, but big enough to hold an orchestra. The walls themselves were soundproofed to prevent outside interruptions. There were music posters of the great composers on some of the walls, and he was proud of his handiwork. As his class was so small, he knew that he could get to know each student well. He also knew that one of his students was blind, but said to be a fantastic piano player.

There was still the best of 15 minutes to go before the class arrived, or started arriving, and Dannyl spent the time thinking of how he was going to present the lesson without having the students being bored.

[Lottii]

Callum walked across to the Music classroom, his guitar case lightly banging against his back each time he took a step. It was one of several guitars that he owned - his collection consisted of three electric guitars and an acoustic. The one he was taking to class was probably his most prized, a Fender Stratocaster. This was a class he was looking forward too, and he smiled when the classroom came into his sight.

Entering the room, his eyes observed all the different posters around the room, taking in names and faces and grinning when he recognized some. Spotting the teacher, he headed over with a slightly shy smile on his face. Since his engagment, he'd found that he was more comfortable around new people and more confident, but he still clung on to his old tendancies. "Hello Sir, I'm Callum Razamuth." He swung his guitar bag off his shoulder and held it while he looked round for a seat.

[Lottii]

Evann couldn't decide whether to be happy or not as he left the sports center. His running session had been cut short by needed to have a shower and change before class, but the class itself was his first music one at Park. The male didn't bother grabbing his own guitar, that would mean a detour up to his room and there was a slight chance he was already running late. The sensible thing to do would be to check the time, but somehow he'd managed to lose his watch and he had taken his phone to the sports center with him. Sighing, he pushed himself into a jog to continue some sort of running as he approached the music classroom. The male played drums as well as guitar, and wondered what other musicians would be in the class. Perhaps they could start up some sort of a band?

He continued musing when he entered the room and offered a polite nod of greeting to the teacher. "Evann Morgan" Finding a seat he settled himself in it and nodded towards the other student in the room.

[Onzy]

Dannyl watched the minutes tick by, and waited for the students to arrive. Two did so in quick succession of each other. He nodded in greeting to both of them. It seemed that the one was a guitar player, but the other didn't have an instrument. Drummer perhaps. The College did have a variety of drums. Kettle drums to the more modern ones. There was still enough time for the other students to arrive, so he patiently waited for them.

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Julian ran his hands through his hair, and pulled a light sweater over his button down shirt. His jeans were bleached in certain parts, and he wore polished black loafers. Grabbing his messenger bag he proceeded to the music center. His instrument was vocals, his section being mezzo soprano. He missed being in a choir after heading his schools for two years. Being in a group that close was sometimes a cause for discomfort, especially because he's openly gay.

Some guys might homophobic, but in an all guys school, there were various groups. The openly gay, the closet gays, the acting gays, the perfectly straight, and the ignorant. It was actually pretty funny, and provided amusement for the teachers.

Reaching the room, he opened it, and found that he was the third one to arrive. Usually he was the late one. He nodded his greeting to the teacher, and seated himself, distancing himself from the other students.

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Simon slipped the guitar into the case but looked longingly at his other instrument. Now it was a choice between guitar and violin. Deciding on guitar, he grabbed the case. Inside was a steel string acoustic. Not a classical player, though that was where his training veered towards, he loved playing the old rock songs from artists such as Bryan Adams, Simon and Gurfunkel, and Queen. He also composed a few of his own songs, but didn't really think they were up to standard.

Dressed in the usual skinny jeans and button down shirt, he made his way to the center. His thoughts mainly centered around Hayden, and a wash of guilt came over him. He needed to see the male sometime. Entering the class, he walked over to the teacher. Greetings. Simon Greene, he said in his lilting Irish accent.

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Alexi grumbled about something, and Bella just shook her head. He was still sour about Kian, but he had to get over it. Once Bella had her head set about something, nobody could change. She was just walking him to class, but Casey was good enough. He knew where the class was, yet she still felt the need to come. Stopping by the door, Bella went off at least saying goodbye. Here we go boy, he whispered to the dog. Casey was well trained, and didn't pull on the harness in eagerness, though Alexi could feel the dogs tail thumping against his leg.

Feeling the handle, he opened the door and entered. Casey walked towards what Alexi assumed was the teacher. Hello. I'm Alexi Killian, he introduced himself. Casey walked a short distance towards a desk, and once again, Alexi felt his way around. Taking out the recorder he used to tape his classes, he also took off the harness from Casey who settled himself at his master's side.

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Jemma jogged towards the class, her flute bag bumping against her side. She didn't know if she was late or not, but at least she would make a grand entrance. Once again her eye caught the ring on her finger, and a huge grin came across her face. Ever since Callum proposed she had been sleeping better, and her mind had been at rest. Breathing through her steps, she laughed in giddy happiness.

The door already stood ajar, and she pushed it open quietly, closing it as well. Her eye first caught Callum, and she smiled at him. Walking up towards the teacher, she spoke. Hello sir. I'm Jemma McLaughlin, she said. Soon to become Razamuth, she thought. She took a seat on Callum's right, and started taking out her notation book, and notebook, as well as pencil case.