Post by Freddie Bea Draven on Jun 22, 2020 22:58:59 GMT
open to anyone || her outfit || the song she's playing
Fingers tapping on the keys of the piano in front of her, Freddie took a deep breath as she tried to mentally unwind. Her first music theory class had gone smoothly, she’d managed to keep the majority of her lecture’s attention, and there weren't any random pop-ups at the back. However, as she played in one of the music labs, leaving the door open to prevent herself being locked in the building, she had a strange but familiar sensation build at the back of her neck. She had an audience. “I’m sure you’ve already heard from the others, I don’t do office hours,” she said to the empty room, not lifting her eyes from the keys in front of her. Internally, she was cursing her uncle's suggestion to work at Rose Point while simultaneously cursing her little inherited gift.
Fingers tapping on the keys of the piano in front of her, Freddie took a deep breath as she tried to mentally unwind. Her first music theory class had gone smoothly, she’d managed to keep the majority of her lecture’s attention, and there weren't any random pop-ups at the back. However, as she played in one of the music labs, leaving the door open to prevent herself being locked in the building, she had a strange but familiar sensation build at the back of her neck. She had an audience. “I’m sure you’ve already heard from the others, I don’t do office hours,” she said to the empty room, not lifting her eyes from the keys in front of her. Internally, she was cursing her uncle's suggestion to work at Rose Point while simultaneously cursing her little inherited gift.
