Music (Choir & Vocal)

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Andrew unlocked the door to the music room and stepped inside. He smiled to himself. This is what he had been waiting for. This is what he had wanted to do since high school, teach kids about the joy of music. Ok, that sounded a little cheesy, by you get the point. He absolutely loved music. He could already here the choir, coming together in three, maybe even four part Harmony. Maybe if they were good, he could even through in some choreography. That would really wow the judges at district. He grabbed the class roster from that was sitting on his desk. His smile faded a little when he saw the roster. Eight students. That was all that were enrolled in his class. Eight students. He ran a hand through his hair distractedly. Didn't kids like music? Didn't they want to learn how to sing? He sighed, frustrated.

He already decided what their first assignment was going to be. He needed his students to recruit more members. He needed an outstanding choir that he could pour his heart into. With this thought, he regained his composure. By the end of the year he would have a magnificent choir. But right now, he would pour his heart into these students, he would make them the best foundation of a choir he could.

He sat down back at his desk, waiting for the students to trickle in.

Ben Hall
@onyx
Cortney Smit
@mandolingirl
@rhythm
@samanthal
@samie
@valentine
@vervain

[Cortney Smit]

Cortney raced up to her dorm room, changed some books over and after a quick look into the mirror, and fixing her hair, she left the House and headed back toward the academic building and raced to the music room. Until this year, she had done dance as her elective, but she had decided to finish out her Junior year by studying music.

Pausing outside the door, long enough to apply a coat of cotton candy gloss, she walked into the room. Her hips swaying in her cheer uniform, something that she wore with pride. She looked around the room, eyebrows arched to see that she was the first to arrive, and walked to a desk in the middle of the room. Sitting down, she pulled what she need from her messenger bag, including a compact so that she could make sure that she hadn't smeared her gloss, which she hadn't of course, and then dropped the bag on the ground. She sat sideways on the chair, her well toned legs crossed out in the aisle between the rows. After all, she was the queen of this school, no matter what class she was attending, let her subjects walk in and admire her.

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Everleigh walked down the hallway, heading for choir. This was a class she was actually excited about. She really did love music, and she loved to sing. Though, of course, she never sang in front of anyone. She had been in choir back home, and it was probably the thing that got her through middle school, otherwise referred to as the Dark Ages. She pushed on the handle of the door and walked into the room. She noticed the teacher was her calculus teacher, a man that looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, with sandy brown hair. So far, she liked her calculus teacher, he seemed nice enough. He was actually turning out to be one of her favorite teachers so far this year, so she was kind of excited to see he was teaching choir. Besides Mr. Everett, there was only one other person in the room, a girl that had brown hair and a very "popular cheerleader" vibe about her. She sat with massive confidence, as if she was waiting for people to start fawning over her.

If that was what she wanted, she was definitely not getting that reaction from Everleigh. Back at her old school, Everleigh had disliked the popular cheerleader girls, that seemed to act the same way that this girl did, but she decided to give the girl the benefit of the doubt. "Hi, I'm Everleigh." She said, giving the girl her best smile.

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Jason lingered by the drinking fountain a little, waiting for a good time to head to his music class. He always brought everything that he needed for the days classes; he was never one for a locker or racing back to his dorm. He was currently debating with himself on whether or not to retrieve his guitar. When he had signed up for the class, it hadn't specified just what type of music would be taught. He had hoped that it would be instrumental, and so he had chosen choir over band. However, he hadn't noticed anyone lugging around an instrument anywhere, and his doubt had been growing. He snorted at his indecisiveness and decided to just go back to his dorm and grab it. He could always play for Tickle during lunch. He hurried down to the music room and saw that he was relatively early.

There was the girl from his calculus class, who was currently smiling at a brown-haired cheerleader. Jason's easy, ever-present smile rested on his face. Should either of the girls glance his way, they would see a friendly-looking guy. Not wanting to disrupt any conversation, Jason took a seat closer to right wall of the room. It seemed that he had chosen incorrectly in bringing his guitar, as neither of the girls had instruments with them. Oh well. He thought, leaning it against his desk. He was sure that the teacher would let him know if it got in the way. Speaking of...He cast his eyes for the teacher, and found, much to his surprise, that, sitting behind the teacher's desk was none other than Mr. Everett.