Ich liebe musik (Milo)

[Walther Ebersbacher]

Walther's life wasn't too eventful in the past week or so. With Darian busy in the lake, and otherwise occupied with classes, he didn't have much to tag himself to in his freetime. He liked two things in moments such as these: reading, which wasn't an option at the moment since he already exhausted the limited supply of books that his aunt let him take, and music. Not necessarily playing, though he had ability with a piano, he much preferred the freedom of speed, and pitch that his mind gave him.


It was worth the grating headaches and the pulsing ears to come to the Auditorium, the best room in the school for this sort of activity. The walls, no, the general shape of this room just allowed sound to carry so beautifully. It was no wonder that it was constantly used for dances. And he figured he was redeeming the room from most of the pop music of America that soured the potential it had. This room, while small, could absolutely host a small orchestra within.

He peeked around, first. Nobody seemed to be inside. Sometimes the wallflowers of the school would hide in here to do whatever it is they liked to do. All clear. He could have made sound if they were there, but he usually liked to wave his arms, as if he were a conductor, and his mind was following the directions he presented. Standing on the stage, he cast a gaze across the empty floor, sometimes wishing for a sophisticated audience to be anticipating what he had to perform.

With his power's training came some special benefits. He worked hard towards improving himself and what he could do, so far, he'd only really managed a few more precious minutes. Not enough to make a full piece, but he could always start midway through a piece, or a bit closer to the end, in one of the resting periods. That way, he wouldn't strain himself so much, right out of the gate.

Tchaikovsky. Today, he felt like Tchaikovsky. Starting a few minutes ahead, he began his third favorite piece of his. He waved his arms, fingers pointed as if he was conducting through them. It would be something he'd undoubtedly be made fun of for, but this was his own little place of solace, as far as he was concerned. Anyone that came in here would either appreciate it, or be a janitor.

[Milo Ellis]

Milo's schedule had been very busy until not too long before that point, filled with private lessons, detention duties (his least favourite part), coffee breaks and a staff meeting after lunch. However, the two lessons were cancelled (one forgetting their guitar, another one presumably forgetting they had a lesson), the detentionee had gone home sick and the staff meeting ended up not involving Teachers. All that was left was coffee and a couple of morning lessons, and Milo was - if the smile and cheery demeanour wasn't a clue - devastated.

So, Milo found himself painting miniatures in his classroom, with a plate full of Oreos and his iPod playing the Lumineers directly into his ears.It was fiddly work, especially the Dwarven beards, and soon he had ran out of red paint in his paint box. He couldn't just use a different colour - all his Dwarves had red hair - so he had to get up and get some from the art classrooms. Which passed the Auditorium.

Milo still had his earphones in as he walked down the corridor, so didn't hear the orchestra coming from the young boy. He did see the boy conducting the invisible ensemble though, which made him take out the Lumineers and peer around the doorway. His schedule was wiped clear for that day, apart from an arrangement with a friend a little later, so he had some free time.

[Walther Ebersbacher]

Walther was immersed in his 'work'. He looked like such a dork, and at this point, he didn't even care. There was a little bit of strain visible on his face, as he continued, the noise didn't falter any, but he was hurting. He could stand it, though. It wasn't past the threshold of massive headaches yet. He just felt some throbbing. Oh, Tchaikovsky...

He turned around to give a few waves to the accompanying violin. And when he'd turned back around, he caught a face in the door-window of the auditorium. The sound halted quite suddenly, revealing that it was indeed him, instead of a iPod hooked up to one of those speaker sets. He looked crushed, not even aware for a moment that it was the music teacher.

With a deep sigh, he sat himself down on the end of the stage, legs dangling over. His mood, his demeanor, went entirely from happy to just miserable. He didn't like to have people see his -- quirkier past-times. He had a pretty good thing going, and things like this were always the cause of ridicule back in Germany. His head was turned down on his lap.

Well, maybe whoever caught a glimpse of him wasn't a jerk.

[Milo Ellis]

Milo immediately felt bad. He probably shouldn't have interrupted the boy's music, but just walking down a corridor was incredibly dull and Milo needed something to do. The mini conductor was adorable when he was waving his arms around and Milo couldn't help himself. But now the boy had slumped down Milo regretted coming in.

"Oh no, please don't stop on my account. I just came in to watch quietly. Pretend I'm not here."

Milo still hadn't realised the fact that the music wasn't playing anymore. Either the young boy had an incredibly high tech sound system that stopped when he waved a hand (which would be awesome) or he could play music with his mind, which wasn't actually too far off.

"Say, kid, how did you stop the music like that? If you don't mind me asking. As a music teacher that would really interest me."

Milo smiled as unpatronisingly as possible, to show he was just trying to reassure the boy. He wasn't just a random nobody, he knew what he was talking about.

[Walther Ebersbacher]

Walther still slumped for a moment, it was embarrassing as all hell, to say the least. Maybe he should have just kept this as a shower-activity, like he normally did. Or a 'I'm at the lake alone and no one will really walk up on this.' activity, since that was a spot that the older teens only flocked to when they wanted to focus on themselves and make-out sessions, or whatever they did.

However, hearing that this person was the music teacher perked him right up. Music? He didn't know there was even a class for that here! He heard of some side subjects, the electives. It thrilled him that he was finally going to be able to sign up for a class that he could relate to.

How did he make it stop..? That confused him, why didn't he just assume? Was his power really that much of an anomaly? Were so many people attributed with either useless things, or overly-abundant things like pyrokinesis? He just smiled, and shook his head, exhaling deeply. Milo's reassurances did indeed calm him. Thickly accented, Walther explained.

"It is one of my two powers." He began. "I can make noises that aren't voices. And I use a lot of it for music. And since so much of the classical music has no voices at all, I like to replicate a lot of it. And because I can do that, I can control soundwaves and things like that, too... I still have a lot of training left."