Post by Mashiro Satou on Jan 28, 2022 0:00:58 GMT -5
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Without music, life would be a mistake.
One of the most profound instruments was the human voice. As much as Mashiro loved her keyboard, she was keenly aware of that notion. And yet, she always leaned towards purely instrumental pieces. Fukui, being Fukui, of course, was as much about rounding out an artist's capability as it was sharpening their strengths, so the white-haired girl found herself with an assignment to compose something that utilized vocals as the primary instrument.
It was rather quiet in the second floor piano lounge in the Theatre Wing. With the lingering midwinter chill, most students opted to work in the dorms or the workshops. Mashiro herself would have preferred the piano in the converted storage room at the far end of the hall, but that was currently booked, and even her own beloved keyboard was in her dorm having to recharge. That left her with the public piano lounge scattered about the Theatre and Music Building. Not that her predicament was uncommon - it was, after all, part of why they were established.
Thankfully, her assignment did not require lyrics, so the plan was to approach it from a more choral aspect, using the piano in lieu of singers, at least for now. A small pile of papers slowly grew at both sides of the composer. Mashiro would pencil down a few bars of melodies, then play them on the piano to hear how they would sound, then set them aside, constantly tweaking. Sometimes, she would skillfully play both melodies at the same time - to varying effectiveness.
A brute-force approach, but one that was steadily yielding results. Of course, the easier way was obvious - to enlist the aid of one of the vocalist majors and work collaboratively. Perhaps that was the secret objective the teacher who assigned it to her. Unfortunately for Mashiro, all the friends she had made were outside the music department. The closet was someone in the dance department who could sing a little - perhaps that was the last resort.
But not you. And so, the pale-haired girl laboured on, chipping away at her assignment. Melodies continued to drift down the halls, written and rewritten, mixing and matching, all in a continuous search.
It was rather quiet in the second floor piano lounge in the Theatre Wing. With the lingering midwinter chill, most students opted to work in the dorms or the workshops. Mashiro herself would have preferred the piano in the converted storage room at the far end of the hall, but that was currently booked, and even her own beloved keyboard was in her dorm having to recharge. That left her with the public piano lounge scattered about the Theatre and Music Building. Not that her predicament was uncommon - it was, after all, part of why they were established.
Thankfully, her assignment did not require lyrics, so the plan was to approach it from a more choral aspect, using the piano in lieu of singers, at least for now. A small pile of papers slowly grew at both sides of the composer. Mashiro would pencil down a few bars of melodies, then play them on the piano to hear how they would sound, then set them aside, constantly tweaking. Sometimes, she would skillfully play both melodies at the same time - to varying effectiveness.
A brute-force approach, but one that was steadily yielding results. Of course, the easier way was obvious - to enlist the aid of one of the vocalist majors and work collaboratively. Perhaps that was the secret objective the teacher who assigned it to her. Unfortunately for Mashiro, all the friends she had made were outside the music department. The closet was someone in the dance department who could sing a little - perhaps that was the last resort.
But not you. And so, the pale-haired girl laboured on, chipping away at her assignment. Melodies continued to drift down the halls, written and rewritten, mixing and matching, all in a continuous search.
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