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whenshewasnice) wrote2013-04-06 05:53 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2013-04-06 05:53 pm
Room 227, Saturday Morning
This morning was the best morning. Natalie (who'd skipped her senior prom because no, thank you) woke up well rested and feeling in complete control of herself. It was a great feeling.
Having gotten up, she considered finally tackling all the stuff for her independent classes, but ended up at the keyboard instead. She hadn't really been able to play any songs this entire week. It felt liberating to be able to pluck whatever notes she wanted to out of her instruments without her mind drifting to other things.
Speaking of which, maybe a little later she'd take a moment to reflect on the things she'd sone over the week, witha clear mind. Or maybe not. For now, she'd enjoy being able to do things without being massively distracted.
... As if that was going to last.
[ooc: Closed door but open post, duh! (Even for people who aren't, in fact, me.)]
Having gotten up, she considered finally tackling all the stuff for her independent classes, but ended up at the keyboard instead. She hadn't really been able to play any songs this entire week. It felt liberating to be able to pluck whatever notes she wanted to out of her instruments without her mind drifting to other things.
Speaking of which, maybe a little later she'd take a moment to reflect on the things she'd sone over the week, witha clear mind. Or maybe not. For now, she'd enjoy being able to do things without being massively distracted.
... As if that was going to last.
[ooc: Closed door but open post, duh! (Even for people who aren't, in fact, me.)]