Practice makes perfect. (open)
Aug 6, 2014 22:56:28 GMT -5
Post by Zxaine Fisher on Aug 6, 2014 22:56:28 GMT -5
Zxaine sat on the edge of the pond, ankles draped into the cool water and deep copper hair rolling down her back in a beautiful mess of curls. Her tank top did nothing to hide the pale blue and purple bikini top that was underneath, and her long legs were bared by the cut off jean shorts she wore. Her sandals sat behind her as she let her fingers slide over the keys to the keyboard that was set up across her lap. She hadn't practiced in awhile and it was a shame, she was pretty good when she put her mind to it. A letter from her father reminded her that she should keep up on her piano and thus here she was. She turned her chocolate eyes to the sky, staring at a cotton ball of a cloud for a moment before she began to warm up her fingers, going over the scales with increasing speed and difficulty until she felt all the joints loosen and relax.
Keeping her face towards the sky she let her dark eyes close and moved into song, deciding on Jar of Hearts. The hard chords mixed together as her rich, yet unpolished, Contralto voice moved into the first verse. Fingers moved easily, finding the right notes by memory as her eyes remained lightly closed. Without the accompanying instruments of the song she was forced to embellish a bit, adding more intricate melodies to the piano as let the lyrics roll from the depths of her chest. Manicured fingers sought out the false ivories with deliberate motions, slowing and speeding up the song to follow the depth of emotion that she let roll through the song. As it came to a close she let out a soft breath, her fingers instantly moved into a classical overture that would do until she figured out what she wanted to do next. Pale skin gleamed in the light as she let Canon in D begin to flow from the instrument that was in her lap. It wasn't as good as a real piano's sound, but it worked for now as she had no access to a real piano.
She looked lonely, solitary and lost in music as she was. Red hair caught the light of the sun, sending fire through the locks as her fingers seemed to dance on the keys. Finally she opened her eyes to glance at the koi that were swimming circles around her ankles in the water, a smile pulling up the corners of her lips.
Keeping her face towards the sky she let her dark eyes close and moved into song, deciding on Jar of Hearts. The hard chords mixed together as her rich, yet unpolished, Contralto voice moved into the first verse. Fingers moved easily, finding the right notes by memory as her eyes remained lightly closed. Without the accompanying instruments of the song she was forced to embellish a bit, adding more intricate melodies to the piano as let the lyrics roll from the depths of her chest. Manicured fingers sought out the false ivories with deliberate motions, slowing and speeding up the song to follow the depth of emotion that she let roll through the song. As it came to a close she let out a soft breath, her fingers instantly moved into a classical overture that would do until she figured out what she wanted to do next. Pale skin gleamed in the light as she let Canon in D begin to flow from the instrument that was in her lap. It wasn't as good as a real piano's sound, but it worked for now as she had no access to a real piano.
She looked lonely, solitary and lost in music as she was. Red hair caught the light of the sun, sending fire through the locks as her fingers seemed to dance on the keys. Finally she opened her eyes to glance at the koi that were swimming circles around her ankles in the water, a smile pulling up the corners of her lips.