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|MISFITS! > arts wing > summer sounds|
|Posted by: oswald wyrmwood Jul 11 2018, 04:27 PM|
|Posted by: jinhai lei Jul 16 2018, 01:51 PM|
summer school was over for the day which jinhai was ever so grateful for. he could only take sitting in a dimly lit classroom for so long, dozing off as the teacher droned on about conics and parabolas. summer was a time for one's brain to be emptied and filled with seasons of tv shows and summer flicks. but, alas, he was expected to get ahead with his classes as per his parents' expectations.
still, math was ick. and icky things had no place now, at least not until tonight when he had to complete his homework. either way, he was free for now. jinhai decided to head over to familiar territory, to the halls he had roamed many times before.
the room was empty though the piano must have been used before. the keys were a little sticky; probably from the natural grubbiness little children tended to have. the edge of the a5 key was cracked and there were a few shallow scratches on one of the legs. jinhai found it welcoming.
his youtube channel had been lacking in content lately, his last video updated nearly four months ago. but fret not, dear fans, jinhai had a video planned soon enough. a cover of a very popular song many would recognize. his fingers flitted among the keys in a few scales and chords for warm-up. jinhai cleared his throat a couple times, humming along to the intro of a familiar song as the first verse came up.
"making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and i'm homebound."
his voice felt a little hoarse at first, but as the song continued into the chorus and bridge, jinhai sang his heart out, belting out the tune like he was performing for a stadium of adoring fans. he dramatically flipped his hair.
"and i need youuu. and i miss youuu. and now i-"
jinhai let out a shrill scream, hands slamming down on the keys at the loud obscenity. he hadn't heard anyone come in and he didn't see anyone. was it the remnant of a ghost who was murdered in the piano room years ago? the little ghost boy who cried 'fuck'? was he going to die?
he was ready to bolt from the room but jinhai heard the thunk of something heavy hitting the teacher's desk. shielding himself with his messenger bag, jinhai crept towards the desk. he prayed he wasn't going to be that dumb character who died in horror movies for being too curious.
bag brandished, jinhai pounced, ready to pummel whatever was there and give it/them/whatever a taste of his canvas bag! at least until he registered the non-ghostly figure of a person in the cramped space of the desk.
"you're not a ghost."
here we go~