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fandomhigh2008-10-07 10:05 am
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When Words Fail, Music Speaks club; Tuesday, 5pm.
If any of the members arrived at the originally scheduled time, they would find a note on the classroom door:
Meeting postponed until 5, due to cheerleading try-outs. Sorry for an inconvenience! Come back in an hour and bring any instruments with you if you have any. --Chad.
And so when five o'clock rolled around and try-outs were over, Chad and his guitar and his naked cat were there in the classroom, ready to get the first meeting started. He waited until a good amount of people had filed in before saying anything, although he strummed on his guitar a little while waiting.
"Sorry about the hold-back," he started out, "but cheerleading's moved back to Wednesday, so today's the only time there'd be a conflict. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Yasutora Sado, and everyone calls me Chad, and I started this club because...well..."
There was a bit of a pause; he thoughtfully strummed an upscale on his guitar.
"Music's important. It's kind of one of the most basic, visceral expressions of the human experience. Except maybe, like, sex or something. But, anyway, yeah. I don't have a lot of big plans for this club, just to get together, talk about music, play music, jam a bit, recommend music, maybe do some performances or something, and I don't know. You guys are just as much in charge of it as I am. So let's at least get to know each other today? Maybe, if you brought an instrument or like to sing, do a little experimental jamming?"
He shrugged. "And stuff."
[[ ocdon the way~ is now rocking in the free world! ]]
And so when five o'clock rolled around and try-outs were over, Chad and his guitar and his naked cat were there in the classroom, ready to get the first meeting started. He waited until a good amount of people had filed in before saying anything, although he strummed on his guitar a little while waiting.
"Sorry about the hold-back," he started out, "but cheerleading's moved back to Wednesday, so today's the only time there'd be a conflict. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Yasutora Sado, and everyone calls me Chad, and I started this club because...well..."
There was a bit of a pause; he thoughtfully strummed an upscale on his guitar.
"Music's important. It's kind of one of the most basic, visceral expressions of the human experience. Except maybe, like, sex or something. But, anyway, yeah. I don't have a lot of big plans for this club, just to get together, talk about music, play music, jam a bit, recommend music, maybe do some performances or something, and I don't know. You guys are just as much in charge of it as I am. So let's at least get to know each other today? Maybe, if you brought an instrument or like to sing, do a little experimental jamming?"
He shrugged. "And stuff."
[[ ocd
Re: General Jamming -- 10/07.
Re: General Jamming -- 10/07.
Re: General Jamming -- 10/07.
She followed along, copying Chad for a bit longer, and then split her humming. One part she sent to a low bass rhythm underpinning the guitar, while the other bit she turned into a high harmony dancing across the melody.
Re: General Jamming -- 10/07.
Because, you know, splitting up your voice wasn't challenging enough.