Sixteenth PSI
Aug. 26th, 2010 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_gentle_boy[For most of the summer, torturous sounds have been coming from the music room of the school during the late afternoons. After deciding the recorder was a bust, Lucas had moved on to the violin, the trumpet, and the flute, passing through each one and deciding in short order that he had better stop for the good of humanity. It was only about about three weeks ago that he had decided to try his hand at the piano sitting dusty and forgotten in the corner.
He had seen something like it before, with the DCMC. Duster had taught him a little about instruments while they'd been traveling -- He'd even been allowed to pluck a little at Duster's bass. And, of course, there'd been that whole business with feeling the beat of the enemy's life force. This didn't mean that he knew anything about playing instruments. The futility of the summer had proved that. Yet . . . when he'd begun to plonk away at the keys . . . something just clicked. Sure, the torturous sounds continued. But after a little while . . . they at least began to resolve themselves into something vaguely resembling a song.
It was a song he wouldn't forget soon. The song that had played in that room . . . The song that meant . . . And with his last meeting with Vince still fresh in his mind, Lucas somehow thought he knew what the song was trying to say.]
Do you hear me call to you? Can you even hear my heart's cry?
Still I call out to the wind . . . Even as it flows on by, for
I believe our dreams can still come true. I'll always keep my faith and trust in you
Even if I'm a fool, I'll always feel the same about you. I believe in friends and laughter and the wonders love can do; I believe in second chances and that's why I still believe in you.
. . . . . . i . . . believe in second chances . . . . . . .
[Later that night, he returns to the park and sings his song quietly with a good sense of pitch. He is wearing his school clothes from last year. They are too small for him.
Time moves on.]
((Feel free to comment while Lucas is practicing on the piano as well. He will sound pretty awful unless he's playing this song.))
He had seen something like it before, with the DCMC. Duster had taught him a little about instruments while they'd been traveling -- He'd even been allowed to pluck a little at Duster's bass. And, of course, there'd been that whole business with feeling the beat of the enemy's life force. This didn't mean that he knew anything about playing instruments. The futility of the summer had proved that. Yet . . . when he'd begun to plonk away at the keys . . . something just clicked. Sure, the torturous sounds continued. But after a little while . . . they at least began to resolve themselves into something vaguely resembling a song.
It was a song he wouldn't forget soon. The song that had played in that room . . . The song that meant . . . And with his last meeting with Vince still fresh in his mind, Lucas somehow thought he knew what the song was trying to say.]
Do you hear me call to you? Can you even hear my heart's cry?
Still I call out to the wind . . . Even as it flows on by, for
I believe our dreams can still come true. I'll always keep my faith and trust in you
Even if I'm a fool, I'll always feel the same about you. I believe in friends and laughter and the wonders love can do; I believe in second chances and that's why I still believe in you.
. . . . . . i . . . believe in second chances . . . . . . .
[Later that night, he returns to the park and sings his song quietly with a good sense of pitch. He is wearing his school clothes from last year. They are too small for him.
Time moves on.]
((Feel free to comment while Lucas is practicing on the piano as well. He will sound pretty awful unless he's playing this song.))
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Date: 2010-08-28 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-28 02:23 am (UTC)You've never thought about something like that before . . . ? Isn't it not fair if you take away the life they were meant to live?
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Date: 2010-08-28 02:33 am (UTC)He looks thoughtful, and wrinkles his nose.] That's just how it works for me. There's no way of telling that for sure!
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Date: 2010-08-28 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-28 02:59 am (UTC)[He's just so...ambivalent about this whole issue.]
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Date: 2010-08-28 03:01 am (UTC)Um.
[Lucas wonders what he ought to say about this. The man didn't seem to realize what his concerns were . . . He wasn't even sure if he'd taken Cynric's explanations the right way.]
I guess so. Even if you get your magic back, it's probably better for you not to use it, though.
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Date: 2010-08-28 03:09 am (UTC)Are you serious? Of COURSE I need to use it! It's been difficult being without it so long now. And if I have it back, I may find us a way out of this situation. Maybe that's why they haven't given it back to me yet, eh? Afraid I might unravel their little puzzle? [He laughs.]
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Date: 2010-08-28 02:29 pm (UTC)[Yeah. Something like that.]
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