Nameless Songs [Miyun/Mashiro]

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Without music, life would be a mistake.

Mashiro was never good with coming up with names. Instead of giving her compositions grandiose or philosophical names, she simply enumerated them. It was almost a point of pride for her, like it was her signature or a language that she only she could understand. For example, she could remember #253 as the first piece she publicly played, #440 as her most experimental piece, and #35 as the backbone to many of her current and future works.

But the composition that rested atop the piano today was different. There was no name written anywhere on the faded and wrinkled sheet of paper. Lyrics and notes were scribbled, erased, and scribbled again. Through the beating and wearing the paper had taken, Mashiro could tell that it was a beloved piece that someone had poured their heart into. Yet none of her classmates would step forward to claim it. With a name, Mashiro had to turn to another solution:

Play the song.

All composers have a certain hallmark, even though the songs they compose may vary wildly. Surely, whoever had written this song would have etched into it her own signature into it, and Mashiro hoped she would be able to recognize it and compare it to the various styles her classmates wore. But as with the way she enumerated her own songs, the worn paper with its faded and smudged symbols might as well have been written in another language entirely. On another sheet of paper, Mashiro tried her best to translate and transcribe it.

Soon enough, Mashiro was able to parse out a melody and set her score beside the original. As she mentally played the melody in her mind, there was something that seemed to bother her. The song was clearly incomplete, that much she already knew, but it was difficult to grasp in what way. Nor could she get an idea on who wrote it in the first place.

Gingerly, Mashiro set her pale and slender fingers on the keys of the grand piano. The summer sun gave Mashiro ample lighting, bathing the secluded 3rd Floor classroom a brilliant orange glow. At first the piano was faint and fragile as Mashiro did a quick pass through to get an overview of the song before playing it in earnest. Once more a melody drifted out invitingly into the hallways as the Ghost of the 3rd Floor Storeroom resumed her concert.

[ Mi-Yun Seonu | 401 | ♫MUSIC | NOTES ]

MADE BY KAIZU OF WW AND TWF

Mi-Yun bit her lip and hid her head in her hair as she waited a moment for the pain to go. The burning, treacherous, betrayal of a spicy anpan she swore was sweet! She gritted her teeth before picking up the wrapper piece to read it. She mixed up her kanji again, and it did read to be a 'hot' flavor.  She frowned at the food in front of her. At least she could try and pick off the bread and eat that. But weren't anpan supposed to be sweet?! Who even makes spicy ones?! The dismay was all over her face, but at least she was alone to hide it. The brunette often hid in the practice rooms of the music building to eat. If you'd ask, she'd say she just didn't want to be exhausted with having to socialize while eating. In truth, she had no one to even sit with. The embarrassment of eating alone while surrounded by a full cafeteria was too much for her. So she'd hide it under the guise of dedication to practice. In between small bites of the bread, she hummed a tune of her own that wouldn't get out of her head. A piece she pained over for nights at a time only to lose track of days later. She never did locate it, even after asking what seemed like everyone and hunting for it.  Even though she tried not to be hung up on it, it was impossible when it got stuck in her head. She hummed it gently, swaying her head along with it. She could remember it so clearly sometimes that she could even hear it.  Her humming halted. The song could still be heard. Much clearer than usual, and much slower. She put her lunch down, peaking the practice room door open. Clearer. Creeping out more, she left the room all together and headed down the hallway, following the piano that was slowly getting louder. Her heart was beating fast, unbelieving of what she was hearing. She was sure it was her song. On the third floor, she found the room that was playing it. She wasted no time and barged in the door, not even watching her manners to knock or mutter excuse me.  "Where did you learn that?!" Mi-Yun asked, staring at the white-haired female at the seat.

THANKS FOR WAITING FOR THIS POST FOR SO LONG! HOPE IT'S OKAY, IM KIND OF RUSTY. Mashiro Satou

MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

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Without music, life would be a mistake.

Nothing was clearly recognizeable. It clearly was something above and beyond the etudes that Mashiro and her classmates were studying. But the style, or rather the motifs, that were being used were ones that Mashiro had not heard of before. But the pianist figured it was due to many reasons. After all, she tried to fill in the gaps of a score that was so illegible to her that she likely had written an entire song entirely.

Still, it was a rather fun song to play on the piano and the melody immersed Mashiro, relaxing her. That was, until some else's voice cut through the music. Startled, Mashiro flinched so strongly that she nearly fall out of her seat, and the sudden surge of adrenaline left her heartrate through the roof and her breath quick. The younger composer was tense as she looked at the intruder with crimson eyes. It was a face that Mashiro did not know. By now Mashiro had remembered all the faces of the first years in the music department, meaning that this girl was probably a year ahead, assuming she was also a musician.

"A-ah?" Mashiro was stunned by the girl's sudden appearance, but as she calmed down the gears turned in her mind. The brunnette was asking about the song that Mashiro was playing. "Ah...this...? It's from this score." Mashiro pointed to the peice of paper that was precariously perched above the keys. "Ah...If I am to guess...senpai is the composer of this one? There was no name on the original and no one came forth to claim it."

Mashiro hopped out of her seat and went over to where the original copy was resting. Gently, her slender fingers picked up the battered and worn score and offered it to the brunette, bowing. "My apologies. I found it like this. I hope I ahve not damaged it too severely."

[ Mi-Yun Seonu | 322 | ♫MUSIC | NOTES ]

MADE BY KAIZU OF WW AND TWF