When Words Fail, Music Speaks club; Tuesday, 5pm.

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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."

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Re: General Jamming -- 10/07.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes, of course," she replied softly, feeling slightly chastised. "Do you... play any other instruments?"

Re: General Jamming -- 10/07.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I can play a bit of regular guitar," Chad said, nodding a little with his beat, "and enough drums to be able to teach someone else, but this here bass is what I'm most comfortable with."

Re: General Jamming -- 10/07.

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"I met this... man once. I knew he could play an instrument but he evaded me in answering to which, so I made him play several: the drums, the bass, the saxophone, even the piano. He was terrible at all of them," she said, losing herself in that moment.

"...anyway, I never did learn what he played. I never saw him again." And she wasn't sure why she shared any of that other than speaking of instruments, made her think of Max.

"The piano is peaceful to me."

Re: General Jamming -- 10/07.

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That was...an interesting story. Chad wasn't quite sure what it had to do with anything, but it was kind of quirky, and he liked it, and he grinned faintly again. "I guess anyone can play an instrument, then. It's just whether they play it well. I bet if I tried to play piano, it'd be anything but peaceful."