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Post by sarahj512 on Jul 5, 2009 5:07:33 GMT
Sarah walked into her third block class and sighed happily. She was back where she belonged. She was in the doorway of a room, with small practice risers, and music cabinets lining the room. 'Just like home...' She took a deep breath, smelling all the familiar perfumes of sheets of music, and the ink that covers the crisp pages. She looked around, and saw no one. She knew she was a little early, and she liked it that way.
Her small body found a comfortable place halfway up the practice risers, leaving the door open, and she cleared her throat softly. She closed her eyes, and one of her favorite songs started to form behind her lips. She opened her mouth and started to sing.
"I waited for you today
But You didn't show
No.No.No.
I needed You today
So where did you go?
You told me to call
you said You'd be there
And though I haven't seen You
Are You still there?
I cried out with no reply and
I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I'm never alone.
And though I can not see You
and I can't explain why.
Such a deep, deep reassurance
You've placed in my life oh
We cannot separate
'Cause You're part of me
and though You're invisible
I'll trust the unseen
I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I'm never alone
We cannot separate
You're part of me
and though You're invisible
I'll trust the unseen
I cried out with no reply
and I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I'm never alone."
When Sarah finished her song, she tipped her head down, and started to pray, in the solitude of the supposedly empty room.
(Song is 'Never Alone' by BarlowGirl)
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
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Post by Raine Abney on Jul 5, 2009 22:46:00 GMT
Aimlessly walking down the hallways was Raine. Her fingers traced the wall as she walked humming to herself. She had never found the words from her heart to say them but she knew the tune. It was soft then grew faster as time went on. It was a unfinished one only because her heart wasn't done growing. It may never be stop but the rest of the tune would come.
Slowly she came to a door where her heart skipped a beat. Being new she didn't know about the music room. Slowly words crept to her ears. Someone was in there, singing. She knew the song but not the voice.
She came in after the song ended. The girl was praying when Raine entered. She sat down at the piano. She started to play very quietly. She started to sing one of her favorites.
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy
With the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low
On faith and gasoline
It'd been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was going way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinning
On a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was so scared
She threw her hands up in the air
Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
'Cause I can't do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus, take the wheel
She trailed off and started to hum the rest. She kept playing the piano with the rest of the song.
(Song- Jesus Take the Wheel -Carrie Underwood)
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Post by sarahj512 on Jul 6, 2009 17:59:55 GMT
Sarah heard the soft patter of feet across the room and looked up for a second. Another girl was in the room with her, and she smiled to herself softly. She resumed her previous position, and she waited for her to say something.
Suddenly there was piano drifting across the small space between them, and Sarah recognized the tune. The girl started to sing along, and Sarah felt the urge to hum along. She looked up and straightened a little in her chair, and when the newcomer died out singing, Sarah started singing along with her humming.
As the song ended, Sarah stood up, and walked down to the piano. "You're a good singer. I'm new here, and I didn't know if it was okay to come in here this early, but I needed a place to sing and vent a little, ya know?"
Sarah looked around the quaint room, and smiled a little. "I'm Sarah. What's your name?" She asked softly.
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
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Post by Raine Abney on Jul 7, 2009 1:12:34 GMT
As the song ended Raine turned to face the girl. She was also a great singer from what Raine heard. "You're really good yourself," she turned around in her chair. "I'm new here to and didn't even know this room was here."
Raine stood so she was eye level with Sarah. "I'm Raine," she said softly. "You know if you listen long enough I bet this room would sing to us."
She sat back down and offered Sarah the other side of the bench. Raine turned around to face the piano again. With the gentlest touch she put her fingers on the keys, her right thumb on middle C. She started to play again softly. No real song but one she was making up as she went, her heart was speaking to her.
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Post by sarahj512 on Jul 7, 2009 12:50:14 GMT
Sarah took the offered seat, and looked down at the piano. She watched Raine's fingers move gracefully across the keys, creating soft music. Sarah couldn't pick out a tune, so she figured that Raine was just playing, and she watched, interested. She was always jealous of people who could play the piano, since she had always wanted to learn. It didn't matter anymore, since she was already set as a singer, but she had wanted to learn as a child. She didn't speak though.
After a minute or so of listening to Raine's song, Sarah started humming softly to the music, in no particular way, just something the magic of the room spoke to her. She kept the tune going on as Raine continued to play, and she smiled a little. The room wasn't singing to them, it was singing through them.
She started to blow air through her lips, adding a sort of "ooo" sound to the humming, and that slipped effortlessly over the piano. Sarah had to smile, because together, the made up piano bit, and the made up melody, they actually sounded pretty good together. She kept it up as long as Raine was playing, and when she finished, she clapped softly. "Well done. I've never been able to play piano. But it's okay, there isn't much time to learn anymore."
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
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Post by Raine Abney on Jul 8, 2009 18:02:53 GMT
As the room played through Raine, Sarah started humming. The room was talking to them, just through the only way it knew how, music.
The song was coming to a end and her fingers slowed. The music drifted off into the silence of the room. That was until the girl beside her talked.
"I taught myself," Raine said. "My family had a big piano in the parlor and so I started to play. That is the best I've ever done."
She smiled at nothing before coming back to earth. "Do you play anything?"
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Post by sarahj512 on Jul 13, 2009 1:58:40 GMT
"Wow" Sarah gasped softly. She had never been able to play the piano.
"I play... the vocal cords?" Sarah giggled softly, even though it really wasn't funny. "I only sing, and sometimes I can play guitar, if I sit and really focus... which isn't often." She looked over at Raine, and smiled a little.
"I've never been able to play the piano. My mother didn't think it would do me any good later in life, so she never gave me the chance. I've always wanted to play, but I don't think that's what God wants for me." Sarah looked up towards the ceiling, and smiled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to get religious on you or anything." She whispered softly.
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
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Post by Raine Abney on Jul 13, 2009 23:03:44 GMT
Raine fiddles with her hair. She wrapped a finger around a lock and twisted it. It gave her hair more curl then it already had but it was a mindless jester. She really never knew she was doing it till someone told her.
"Well singing isn't my forte," Raine smiled. "I like playing the piano and guitar."
She listened to Sarah carefully. She understood about the mother thing and everything. She had to go through it with her horse. She had to go through it every day with that woman who just didn't understand a thing. Raine sighed silently and came back to earth.
The girl beside her said something about God. She had really never been that religious. She knew he was there but she didn't do much else. She prayed sometimes. "It is alright," she gave a half smile to her. "I don't mind. I'm just not that religious I guess. I just don't get it."
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Post by sarahj512 on Jul 14, 2009 3:34:19 GMT
Sarah nodded, and ran her fingers through her own hair, since she watched Raine's fingers pulling on her hair. "I used to play guitar, but not very well. Singing is my main thing." She smiled and looked out the window.
She tended to space off sometimes, and this was one of her moments. She snapped back when Raine said that she wasn't really religious. "I'm very religious. I'm all about living for Jesus. Maybe sometime we could hang out and talk about it? Not necessarily about God, but just views on life and stuff? It's really interesting to talk about, especially over coffee, or hot chocolate." She grinned slightly. She didn't want to scare Raine off, but she wanted to talk to the girl more, and get to know her better.
"If not, we could always just hang out and make music together?" She grinned a full smile and shrugged a little.
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
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Post by Raine Abney on Jul 15, 2009 20:15:52 GMT
Raine had never really been into all of that. She knew who He was and everything but she didn't know if she cared. She never really understood it. Her father never took her to church as a little girl so naturally she didn't go now.
"That would be nice to get together," she smiled at her. "Maybe you can help me understand it better." She played with her hair some more then dropped it. "I've always gone on faith and never really thought about it."
She knew that it may have been a mistake but her one friend back home hated the church. He was based on faith alone. He had put that in her head after a while. Maybe Sarah could fix that.
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Post by sarahj512 on Jul 17, 2009 0:01:31 GMT
Sarah nodded, and smiled. "That would be nice. I've got friends like you from back home, so I can kinda relate. I'm not going to shove it all on you in one day, so don't be afraid of me or anything. I had to go through this too, and it helped me to sit with my friend and just talk about everything not related to God, just to open up."
Sarah looked over as Raine played with her hair, then dropped it. She felt a little grin emerge, then slip away. She had always been going to church, thanks to her parents, but she wavered in her faith in middle school, and didn't get her footing back for a couple years. She had switched churches, and had to make new friends, and now she was switched to a new school, and she would have to find a new church again, and make new friends again. She felt a tear try to form in her eye, and she bit the inside of her lip.
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
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Post by Raine Abney on Jul 19, 2009 18:48:19 GMT
Raine had never really wanted to go to church. She always found it boring as a little girl when her grandma would take her. Her dad did read her the Bible when she was young and shh\e red it to her horse. A faint smile passed her lips at the memory of her horse trying to eat the bible. She had poked about him trying to learn by osmoses with her friends. Most of them didn't go to church either.
"I mean I know about it and I've read the book," she looked up slightly. "I just don't get it all. All the religions out there." She gave a light sigh. "I just don't know."
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Post by sarahj512 on Jul 21, 2009 17:09:55 GMT
Sarah watched a smile cross Raine's lips, and fade again. She understood somewhat what Raine was feeling, and resisted the urge to hug the girl and tell her it would be okay. She felt her fingers twitch a little, and she looked at them. She felt the urge to attempt to play the piano, and remembered the one thing she learned way back when, when her vocal teacher was teaching her to sing. She nervously put her fingers to the white keys, and press down on one, followed by another, until she was ungracefully clunking out Ode to Joy.
"I know how you feel. There's so much to choose from. We can always talk about it. Talking seems to work sometimes. I'm here whenever you want to talk. I'm a good listener. Other than that, if we meet to have coffee, what we talk about, it's all yours to choose." She ran her fingers over the oil-worn keys and felt the magic run through her again. She wasn't sure if Raine could feel it, but she could feel the presence of the room encouraging her.
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
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Post by Raine Abney on Jul 24, 2009 0:26:38 GMT
Something was up with this room. Magic of the music was what was going on. She could feel it running through her. She slid off the bench and looked for a guitar. She found one on a stand near the piano and picked it up. She felt the music flow from her finger tips to the strings.
"That sounds nice," she smiled at the girl playing the piano. "We could get together one day and talk about it."
She kept playing. "Can you come up with words for this," she asked still playing. She had never played this before so it had to be the magic of the room.
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