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Post by Francis 'Kris' Harvey on Nov 17, 2009 17:30:59 GMT -5
{Around 6 years post-BD - Kris aged 14} Kris’ first year of high school had gone as well as could be expected so far, and he certainly had nothing to complain about. He had experienced the usual level of teasing that his full-sized cello inevitably evoked, but that didn’t bother him, just like the kids taking his toys hadn’t bothered him in day care all those years ago – he’d just learnt not to tell his mom about it to stop her from overreacting. Another aspect that stopped him from reacting in any way to the idiots in their year was the incredible friendship he had struck up from his very first day at the school with a certain Aubrey Knight.
To be honest, he had had a crush on the girl from the moment that they first sat next to each other in a particularly boring session of history a few months ago. However, although he was not overly reserved, he was modest enough to resist the urge to ask her out on a date then and there, and now he was grateful for his apprehension. They had become firm friends within a matter of days and best friends in weeks. They were close enough as friends for his mother to allow them to study in his bedroom with full trust and the door closed, which he knew a lot of his friends were envious of.
Despite this, however, Kris still found himself longing for a more romantic element to their relationship. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, more alluring than the most popular celebrity and he was afraid that if he didn’t bite the bullet and ask her out now then he would never be able to. On the other hand, he didn’t want to jeopardise their friendship; he valued it too much to lose…
He blinked as the teacher, who had imposed a silence upon them for the duration of the lesson, stood up and began to tell them about their homework assignment. Quickly, he scribbled a note on to a creased sheet of paper and slid it across to his partner in friend, best friend and, hopefully, future girlfriend.
He wouldn’t do her the disservice of having the conversation with public and his request was innocent enough – she often heard him play; he often saw her dance.
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Aubrey Knight
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Human, Imprintee of Heath Scott
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Post by Aubrey Knight on Nov 17, 2009 22:26:58 GMT -5
Since the beginning of high school, Aubrey had found a great friend in Kris. He was someone she could spend hours talking to, work on homework with, watch him play cello or even practice dancing around him. He was nice, kind, funny, and yes, even good looking too. It hadn't taken long for their friendship to develop and she didnt care about the kids who teased him over his cello, but tried to cheer him up if she was around when it happened, show him that he was better than they were. And it was true, to her he was.
As they sat in class, one that they shared together, Aubrey was copying down he homework assignment when the note was passed over to her. Her eyes quickly went up to the teacher making sure he didnt see as she opened it up and read it.
The corners of her mouth turned up into a small hint of a smile at the invitation and she looked at Kris and nodded her answer, instead of risking getting caught passing it back. She loved hearing him play. She thought he really had a talent for it. She hadn't told him, but sometimes when she was dancing alone, she'd imagine she was dancing to a song he had played her earlier, replaying it in her mind as she moved. She couldnt wait for class to end.
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Post by Francis 'Kris' Harvey on Dec 3, 2009 8:41:54 GMT -5
Kris waited anxiously as he watched the little note get unfolded and read by the unknowing girl of his dreams. It really was all he could do not to stare blatantly in her direction as she took in his invitation, but he knew that it would be both of them that got into trouble if the teacher caught him staring at her when she was reading a note clearly signed by him. Thus, he bobbed his head a little, poised with pen in hand over his diary, though he twisted his head just a little, sending the shower of golden fringe over his forehead – it really needed cutting – and continued to wait.
When she looked up at him with a brief smile, which he knew he could take for a nod, given their surroundings, a shiver of delight assaulted his stomach, though it quickly turned to nerves. Of course there had been no earthly reason for her to refuse his invitation on principle, they had shared practice time together numerous times over the school year, but he wondered if she would try to get out of it if she knew what he was planning to ask her. He sucked in breath under the cover of the shrill bell ring, which aroused a chorus of scrapping from others in the class. He didn’t move for a few moments, though, spending longer than most to pack his stuff into his bag and stand up.
“So any requests?” he asked Aubrey as the majority of the class shoved their way out of the door, eager to get to lunch. Kris, on the other hand, knew that trying to push his way through the lunchtime throngs with a full-sized cello in its case on his back was a recipe for disaster – not necessarily for himself, but injuries could occur! He wandered down to the back of the room, heaving the instrument on to his back and swinging his satchel-style bag down by his leg so they didn’t twist together. He could, technically, leave the cello in the music storerooms, but it was something he had never been able to bring himself to do, knowing that other kids had access to the room and that he would have to save for years to be able to afford a replacement should anything happen. Plus this was his cello, it just felt right. “Ready?”
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Aubrey Knight
New to Town
Human, Imprintee of Heath Scott
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Post by Aubrey Knight on Dec 10, 2009 22:00:23 GMT -5
Aubrey was excited by the invitation that Kris had extended to her. She liked that he wanted her around when he practiced, that he didnt feel self conscious around her, but instead felt comfortable enough to share his gift with her. They were both into music, so it was something she enjoyed hearing as much as he liked playing it. She wished she could have given a more enthusiastic answer, but knew Kris would understood it was a yes, hidden under the guise of still paying attention to the last few minutes of class.
The bell finally rang and Aubrey began loading up her bag. She didnt rush to race outside to the lunchroom, knowing she'd be walking out with Kris. She stood up from her chair and turned to Kris who was just finishing packing up his own bag.
"Hmm" She thought as he asked if she had any requests. "Well if there's any you need to practice for the next concert you could start with that...or that Bach concerto you were playing last week" She suggested with a smile, thinking back fondly on the memory of hearing him play.
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Post by Francis 'Kris' Harvey on Jan 10, 2010 18:44:06 GMT -5
One of Kris’ eyes squinted ever so slightly as he thought over what he could be practicing for any upcoming recitals and then what he was going over last week. The Bach concerto had been a bit tricky, but he had got it down, so he knew that going over that again wouldn’t do any harm – he just didn’t want to bore her with the same pieces over again. Then again, he could start with that as a warm up piece and then go on to the tricky finale of his recital (though that wasn’t for months yet). His thoughts were so consumed with his music that he almost forgot what his ultimate purpose in inviting her to watch him practice; almost.
“Okay,” he said, grinning at her as he hitched the large cello case up on to his shoulder. He tilted his head in the direction that they were going and beckoned for her to come with him. “Let’s go.” He began walking down the somewhat quieter corridors now that they had waited a few minutes before leaving the classroom.
The journey to the music practice room was a short one and the couple reached the door within a couple of minutes, with minimal barging through throng of people. Once in the room, which was large, but didn’t have the best acoustics in the world, Kris began to release the cello from its cell, whirling a chair around in a practiced movement for him to sit on while he played. Leaning the cello on its stand, he turned to Aubrey, almost blurting out his question then.
“Uh… you sure you want to Bach?” he asked, his cheeks colouring a little at his sudden lack of nerve. That was a great start. To keep his fingers busy and stop himself embarrassing himself further, he sat in his chair and began to play little practice exercises , retuning one string to the most minor degree, waiting for her to answer his ‘important’ question.
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Aubrey Knight
New to Town
Human, Imprintee of Heath Scott
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Post by Aubrey Knight on Jan 10, 2010 22:03:03 GMT -5
Aubrey waited patiently as Kris maneuvered the large cello case onto his shoulder. That was one of the reasons Aubrey was glad that her love of music didnt involve a large instrument, she wasn't sure she'd love the idea of having to drag a case around with her all the time, especially one that big, but Kris was patient, and strong. It didnt seem to bother him.
She moved to his side when he was ready to go and walked with him out to the hall and the music practice room. Aubrey grabbed one of the extra chairs in the room while Chris got out his cello to set up. She set down her bag on the floor, looking up at him as he asked if she was sure she wanted Bach. She gave a light smile, hoping he didnt feel pressured to play that one if he wanted something else instead.
"I enjoyed the last time, but if there's something else you'd rather practice right now, you can just surprise me" She said knowing whatever he played would sound beautiful. She thought he looked like something else was on his mind. "Kris, everything alright? You're not nervous about the recital are you? You've got plenty of time to master the material"
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