The silence throughout the entire hallway was crisp, and thick, almost taking on an awkward feel. The emptiness stretched along the elegant flooring, a light cream, and dark navy tiles polished to absolute perfection, and danced along the multitude of deep crimson lockers.
It wasn't un-welcomed though, in fact, it was a usual occurrence this time of day, and was even something that had become habitual for over many years now; block B was the schools time to relax, and wind down. One could compare it to a nap for a grade school-er, beneficial to both parties, and growing seemingly necessary as well.
Students clad in blue attire walked lazily around the small campus, stretching out sore muscles, and simply cleansing the mind of a hard day of studies. Some chose the chilled shade under a few trees, while others sat in the grass, basking in the bright afternoon sun as trying their hardest not to doze off. The clicking of a pen was heard as it dashed hurriedly on a page, light giggles paired along with hearty laughter strayed just around the corner where a few seniors were granted permission to eat outside, and the rolling of wheels clacking obnoxiously was headed towards the entrance of the building. A few that disapproved clicked their tongues at the extreme tardiness. The other merely grunted.
With the opening of a door, the silence broke, and burst in to vivid tones, and moving syncopation. Foot steps rapped lightly on the tiles to the beat of the current music. It was slow, and it seemed he was in no rush to enter the room of music. The wheels sounded again, squeaking a bit this time, before smoothing into nothingness as they met carpet, and another door closed.
Two arms, one wielding a white baton, rose, and sunk into a heavy sea of concentration. As they moved in fluid motion, a silent, but well received direction to tempo, and proper pitch. Some eyes were glued to the conductor, while others vision bore into metal stands.
As a struggling blonde walked across the stage, pulling a large cello with him, a pitched ululation brought the music down hard, crashing to silence as the silverette behind the pitch laughed heartily into a mouth piece.
Their was a loud groan, a smack, and a light German insult from another sitting next to him, before the conductor tapped on the stand, and spoke harshly.
"Beilschmidt. What do you find so humourous?"
A small chorus of 'ooooh's followed.
"Come onnn! Lil'un thinks he can handle the 'Big Bad Bass'! You see him strugglin' already?"
A girl next to the speaker stretched over from her first chair position, and whispered to him.
"Gilbert! He's new, leave him alone!"
He harshly whispered back, "You know, just because you can get me ki-"
"Enough! Arthur, you will be in the back, next to Francis. Please, do remind him to behave."
The blonde nodded, grabbed the neck of the instrument, and continued his hike into the back of the room, before settling on a stool next to another Blonde, and strumming the four strings gently.
Still not finished.
I'm sorry!
I'm terribly busy, and have been updating with bits and pieces of it.
Gah, I'm a failure!