Yuki Vibrato
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Music is the language that all life understands
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Post by Yuki Vibrato on Jul 3, 2010 18:06:32 GMT -5
It was early. Yuki wasn’t exactly sure how early but it was early enough. He got his things and slipped out of his dorm and into the quiet deserted music room.
He sat on the floor and began to stretch. It was important to loosen up before one practiced, especially the way Yuki did it. He stretched his legs for a few minutes. He touched his toes, sat and reached his fingers forward until his stomach was almost flat against the floor. He then stood and reached out his arms, flexing his shoulders, neck and arm muscles. They were the ones used the most and would receive the most damage.
After clenching and releasing his fingers a few times he reached for his forest green acoustic violin. He placed it where it belonged on his shoulder and fit his chin comfortably in place. He held his bow out to his side and breathed in. He closed his eyes and began.
He started playing simple things. He played cords over and over, faster and faster. When he felt comfortable with those he started to deviate from it, adding new notes and making the music ebb and flow with sharp stops and extended notes.
That’s it, almost there. He could feel the connection coming and then suddenly, the music consumed him. He was the violin and the notes was his voice, the emotions he had so much difficulty putting into words became music, became heard out in the real world instead of just in his tormented jail of a mind. In his mind emotions were confined by the iron bars of words, words that he could never find or say. But when he was one with his violin he could express everything and hold nothing back. Pure release. He held out a soft high note.
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Post by Melanie Christine Lyckander on Jul 3, 2010 19:04:48 GMT -5
Chris had been in the choir rooms for some time before, and had just slipped her headphones from her ears when she heard the music from the band room-- it was soft, muffled by the walls between the rooms. She probably wouldn't have been able to hear it at all if she hadn't left the choir room doors open.
Ever curious, Chris crept out into the hallway and over to the bandroom doorway. Like the choir room, there were two doors here-- one that came directly off the hallway, then a short carpeted space, then another door to the bandroom itself. Chris eased this second door open, not enough to expose herself but enough to watch the goings-on in the room. She saw Yuki and arched an eyebrow, biting her lip to keep silent.
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Yuki Vibrato
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Music is the language that all life understands
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Post by Yuki Vibrato on Jul 3, 2010 19:19:43 GMT -5
He knew what he wanted to play. He wanted to try to finish the song he had written that long time ago, when Natsu first suggested that he write music to convey his feelings. To this day he had never been able to finish playing it. He had read it enough times to have it memorized but playing it all the way through, he’d never been able to handle it. Maybe today was the day. He would at least try.
He started with the happy musical phrases. The kind that made you want to dance and sway. The music of first and true love. It was when his mother had met his father before the drugs before all the bad things. Back when he was a baby. Yuki longed to linger on this part but that was only the beginning of the story.
He started to play softly as if it were a lullaby. The song was peaceful at first but as it progressed it sounded confused and mournful. The higher notes portrayed the voice of a weeping woman. Her sadness had been his. As he continued to play his body moved. His torso swayed back and forth with the slow beat of the lullaby of a torn woman’s heart. He began to rock onto the tips of this toes from side to side until he began to moon walk around the room. Moving quickly in a circle. He would lean and change directions until the lullaby ended. He removed His bow from the strings and took in an unsteady breath. Yuki’s hands began to shake, could he continue on with this song. This was usually the part where he stopped. Not today. He was going to finish it.
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Post by Melanie Christine Lyckander on Jul 3, 2010 19:30:34 GMT -5
Chris listened with a furrowed brow. Yuki moved with the music as if he embodied the sounds itself-- the music was registered as colors in her synaesthetic mind: the swifter notes were in bright hues of red and orange, like flames in a joyous roaring bonfire. Then they faded, became muted pastels, morphed into greens and yellows.
Then the colors-- the music-- stopped.
Chris retreated a little from the doorway, so as not to be seen. But she could not leave. Her eyes were glued to the boy and his violin. The music was telling a story, and she was enthralled in it.
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Yuki Vibrato
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Music is the language that all life understands
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Post by Yuki Vibrato on Jul 3, 2010 19:36:33 GMT -5
He returned the bow to the violin strings. The music grew faster and the jabs higher, stronger, more pronounced. It grew to sound like a chase theme. That’s what it was. His mother running from the man that she once loved who had become a man she never knew. The jabs turned into wails as the strings seemed to scream out for help, just like she had.
He leaned into the violin as the pace began to quicken faster and faster. The screams of his mother, the violin growing louder by some power or his own. He held a long high shriek of a note and then . . . Silence. Just as her scream was cut off. Her voice never to be heard again.
Yuki kept his eyes closed as he fell to his knees. He took a few moments to breathe. He felt that his face was wet, apparently he had been crying while playing again. Remaining in his kneeling state Yuki returned his bow to the strings.
He began to play the lullaby that Natsu had sung to him to help him sleep. Only he had added a few harmonies here and there. He needed to calm down. He stood and slowly began to waltz/moon walk around the room to the tempo of the night song. One, two, three. One, two, three. He began to take deep calming breaths. Finally he was back into a more comfortable part of his musical trance. He removed his bow from his violin and half opened his eye lids.
He placed his forest green acoustic violin back in it’s case. “Now time for some fun stuff,” he muttered to his self as he plugged in his boom box. He went over to his second violin case from which he retrieved his turquoise electric violin. He smiled whole heartedly at it before he hooked it up to the small amp he had.
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Post by Melanie Christine Lyckander on Jul 3, 2010 20:11:14 GMT -5
The highest note hit her ears and registered as a blinding shade of white-- Chris actually winced. Then she returned her gaze to Yuki and saw the glistening tracks of tears on his face, reflecting the overhead lights dully.
Then the new song started. Swirls of mellow purples and tinges of pale orange. Chris brushed her hair out of her face and watched Yuki closely, wondering if he was alright. She had only met the boy a few days before, but she realized now the sadness that seemed to linger about him even as he played the calming song. Then his movements eased, fell once more into the voice of his violin.
Chris edged away from the door when he put away his instrument, about to leave, but then saw him produce a new one-- different in structure. It was clearly an electric instrument, Chris noted, even before she spotted the amp.
Curiosity pulling her back, Chris returned to her place and watched.
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Yuki Vibrato
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Music is the language that all life understands
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Post by Yuki Vibrato on Jul 3, 2010 20:24:23 GMT -5
Yuki started to sort through the cd's he had brought with him. Which one was it again, ah yes, this one. He produced a blank unmarked cd from his assortment and tossed it into the boom box. He pressed play and quickly placed his electric violin on his shoulder.
He closed his eyes and listened. A slow steady drum beat started. One, two, three, and, four. One, two, three, he started playing on the off beat. He had composed this song and had meant it for a slightly different drum beat but this was as close as he could get to it.
His notes were smooth and flowing. Then he went lose. He started playing fast eighth notes and chest popped. He then stopped playing and moved his violin from his shoulder to body wave. Then bent down on one knee and went at it. He moved the bow with fast passion over the strings. He furrowed his brows and bit his lip as he played.
There was a stop in the drum beat in which he stood and jumped into the air. As soon as his feet touched the floor his playing resumed with fun vigor. A smirk played across his lips. He loved this part.
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Post by Melanie Christine Lyckander on Jul 3, 2010 20:46:13 GMT -5
Chris felt a smile tugging at her lips. This was a Yuki she hadn't seen-- vibrant, energetic. Expressive. That smirk fit him well.
But the drum beat... something felt off about it. Chris wanted to stay and creep on the dancing some more but, struck by an idea, she retreated to the choir room and hooked up her microphone to her laptop. Without bothering to adjust the specs, she beatboxed out the drumline in her head.
She spent the next half hour modifying and tuning, adding in other layers of beats from previously recorded sessions. Soon she had a whole background track, which started off as something to go with the song she had heard Yuki play, then morphed into something new. The second half of the music might have been full songs themselves, if only there were words.
Chris burned the tracks onto a blank CD and grabbed a sharpie from her father's office. She drew a stick figure playing a stylized violin onto the disk, then closed her laptop and gathered her things. She checked the hallways first to make sure that there was no one to see her exit, then made her way up to the dorms.
Hopefully Chris would be well out of the area before Yuki found the disc taped anonymously to his door.
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Yuki Vibrato
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Music is the language that all life understands
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Post by Yuki Vibrato on Jul 3, 2010 21:16:25 GMT -5
Yuki finished his practice session and packed up this things. Another success. He sighed contently and carried his things up to his dorm. He was alerted to a scratching at his door soon afterwards. (for continuation look in yuki's dorm)
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