Of Sweets and Flurries
Vocals Class
By: MissMadameMina
She hated vocals class at the moment. She loved music and instruments but she hated all the technicalities, the meticulous planning, the annoying need to force inspiration to happen. She believed that music couldn't be forced and the musician must really feel inspired to create something beautiful. Vocals class right now was pure torture.
Yachiru stared blankly at the clock. She had twenty minutes left before class was over and Mr. Fuji, her music teacher, was making quick work in evaluating all of her classmates' hymns. Thank goodness she had chosen a seat in the corner of the classroom.
At the beginning of the class, Mr. Fuji had told them to think of a hymn to present to him. That was almost thirty minutes ago. Oh, she just knew this was going to end up as a complete disaster. Tapping her pencil furiously against the still blank piece of paper before her, she sighed.
Think. Quick. A hymn is a song of praise. Think. Think. Think.
Praise…praise something? Someone?
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"Well, Kusajishi…excellent work." Yachiru bit her tongue, why the hell was everyone so surprised that she did well in something? "But…"
"Yes, Mr. Fuji?" Yachiru asked anxiously.
"This person you're describing here…sounds a lot like Toshiro-kun, no?"
Around them, several students snickered. Great, Yachiru mentally groaned, now everyone will know by lunch time. I wrote a hymn about Hitsugaya, so what? She laughed sheepishly, completely embarrassed.
"Must be a coincidence, sir."