Music, Wednesday

[unusual_sith]

“I could keep doing this class forever,” Atton greeted the class. He looked tired. He was daring anyone to comment on it. “I mean, we haven’t even covered metal, hiphop or modern pop yet. So I don’t think we’ll be hitting you with an exam or anything.”

He waved behind him. “The point of this class was to inspire you all to play something,” he said. “So… today, we play stuff. We’ve got a bunch of sheets of music from all the eras we talked about, plus the 80s. I don’t care what you pick. Just pick something, and put your heart into it.”

"And don't be afraid to be creative!" Lana said. She'd been writing poetry a lot last night. "None of these genres of music would exist without someone having thought of them and written songs. Maybe you'll discover a talent of your own."

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Re: Talk to the teachers!

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, I brought some kolto and a comm, I sat down with him, I explained everything without getting into the bloody details," Atton said. "Then he stared at me for about five minutes. Then he ran away."

Re: Talk to the teachers!

[unusual_sith]

"He literally ran out of the room?" Lana asked. "Did he say anything first?"

Re: Talk to the teachers!

[suitably_heroic]

"That he was late for work?" Atton said. "Not really much of an explanation."

Atton.

Re: Talk to the teachers!

[unusual_sith]

Atton.

"You told him when he was late for work?"

She held back a sigh.

"What did he say when he got back?"