get your things, get up, get out [micah!]

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It seemed that his cello was haunting him more than ever. The fifteen-year-old boy wasn’t getting any better at the cello (or so he thought.) It troubled him how others were flying by, and a simple vibrato was making him loose sleep.

Just forget about it, Jamie!

You don’t understand, Louis! You always think that you know what you’re saying.

Louis was the one that made him keep practicing, and without the pessimist’s negative comments, he would be either farther behind, or advancing quickly.

He was carrying his cello in its case, and Jamie set it down carefully on the stage. There was already a chair out, and he took advantage of the situation. Finding a comfortable spot, he began to take out the string instrument. The dark brown wood was comforting to him. Jamie didn’t care that he usually practiced somewhere else, somewhere where nobody would hear him, but he was feeling a bit spontaneous today.

It was well after noon, but the sun wasn’t beginning to set yet, and it was perfect for a little practicing. Jamie adjusted the cello, and sat down in the seat. Placing the cello between his legs, Jamie reached for the already rosined bow. He made sure he didn’t need to do anything extra once he got on the stage. His stand was in front of him, and some sheet music was resting on it.

Jamie then started to tune, the one thing that he had picked up instantly. The bow glided over the strings, and a nasty sound came from his lowest one. “Ew… flat,” he muttered about his C string. Then the process of fixing the others started. It took a good ten minutes; Jamie doesn’t really keep his cello in a temperature-controlled area. But he took care of the instrument, nonetheless.

After he was done with the tuning, Jamie shifted through the sheet music to a slightly simple song; not hard, but not terribly easy either. He started it well, but then the small print made his head spin. It wasn’t as if he was sight reading, and when he was, it was twenty times worse.

Gah! At this rate…

[/color] Jamie shook off the thought, and continued to try to read the music. He started again until he went a whole section before he started screwing up at the sixteenth notes.

Count, Jamie, count. Y’know… Sesame Street?

When did you get back?[/color]

When I saw that you were forgetting something stupid.

Does this mean you’re actually helping?[/color]

… yes.

Jamie was delighted by this fact, and a smile was stamped onto his face. When Louis started caring, it meant the world to him, so Jamie tried his best to get the sixteenth notes right. And that meant whispers of "one e and a two e and a..." were abundant. The stage quickly filled with his voice, counting out the messy rhythm.

As the day progressed, Jamie got more familiar with the music and the melody, and the task of learning the piece wasn't as big as he thought.

Now, to work on that super simple vibrato. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
` TAGGED, micah! ♥
` WORD COUNT, 516
` NOTES, uhhh... i'm a bad multi-tasker all of a sudden o.o & i can't tune by ear to save my life, so, uh, jamie's weird like that. cello vibrato's the easiest in the world (even though i'm a violinist.) oh, and if you spot grammar mistakes, please tell me :3 i keep finding them and doom is not amused D:<
` CREDITS, lyrics from apocalyptica's helden. (german cover of david bowie's heroes.) it says: then we are heroes/ for only this day.
` LISTENING TO, rose red - emilie autumn
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[micah]

Micah knew from the moment he woke up that he had to practice his saxophone. it was the whole reason he was at this camp in the first place, to get better at his first passion. Micah's second passion was photography, which he was fairly good at, though he knew he had a lot to learn. Micah had grabbed his camera slinging it gently around his neck then his saxophone which he carried.micah knew the perfect place to go and practice, the stage. he still had to get used to being up there. he wasn't stage fright exactly though the thought of being up there with the whole camp staring back at him was enough to scare anyone.

micah was only a few feet away from the stage before he noticed that another person was already there. micah watched the boy heading toward the side of the stage. Micah listened to the boy as he talked to himself and played, while tunning his cello. micah walked out from behind the curtain he was near saying in his soft voice your reall good you know.

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His hand was moving quite slowly, but to make it better, he had to start somewhere. The note was going in and out of tune drastically, and it was what Jamie was aiming for. But when he stepped up the speed, it just wasn't working. So he ignored it for now.

Jamie went back to the piece of music he was working on, now a whole lot more confident. He didn't hear anybody else besides himself, that's how much Jamie was concentrating. However, Louis broke his train of thought.

Somebody's watching, James.

"Who?" Jamie said aloud without thinking.

Well... you're smart, aren't you? Psst, Jamie, you're gonna look crazy if you actually voice your thoughts!

Jamie heard the unknown person speak, and he turned around to locate the speaker. His voice was soft, but it wasn't any different than Jamie's usual stuttering. "T-Thank you, but... uh, I'm not all that good." He felt his cheeks grow warm, no doubt a nice shade of pink had settled there.

Jamie hadn't predicted anybody would see him on the stage, and it was one of the last things he wanted to happen. He didn't know the boy, so it made it even worse. It wasn't that he didn't want anybody to be there, it was just that Jamie was so self-conscious about his cello and practicing, it made him antsy.

` TAGGED, micah! ♥
` WORD COUNT, 227
` NOTES, naaww, nothing now. bit short, sorry ;-;
` CREDITS, lyrics from apocalyptica's helden. (german cover of david bowie's heroes.) it says: then we are heroes/ for only this day.
` LISTENING TO, liar - emilie autumn
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