Day 10: what would you want your affinity to be?

Earth or Music I'm not sure if Music is a valid choice, but I like the idea (After having used it as the affinity for an OC in In Between (Alexa. She rejected the change and is going to come back in the sequel. If you read in Between then you know something about her. I'm writing this about her while she was living. Note: It doesn't matter if you've read In Between to understand this. This can be interpreted as a prequel type thing, or just a one-shot.

Alexa

Swiftly, I finished the spiralling trill in my oboe solo, winking smugly at Indy, who sat cutely, and transparently behind her flute. She picked up, with a melancholy improvised part, turning it into a duet. I slowed my trill down and dropped it down the octave, making it fit with her notes. Then I sprung up to a higher note and went down in semitones to add a minor chord to Indy's rapidly rising and falling run (on G harmonic minor, If I'm not mistaken). Beautiful. I signalled to Mona, a sixth former on alto saxophone. Mona added a whole note rhythm to the background. Then I raised a hand in the air and cued Thomas, a trumpet. He brought a note up the octave and made it fall dramatically. Then I put my instrument down, preparing to sing something. That's when Ailith walked in.

"Professor April. The High Priestess requests you turn it down a little." She said sweetly. Or, as sweetly as a bitch like her could.

"Be sure to tell her my advanced band sends their regards and would like to know her opinion on our improvisation." Professor April replied. To translate out of teacher-speak 'go bother someone else and don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.' Was what Professor April wanted to say.

Ailith rolled her eyes and left. I smiled, "Which style this time?" I asked

"Try a ballad. Flute, you start." She motioned to Taylor Bell, a flute in sixth form.

Taylor started off on an F major scale, elbowing the girl beside her, Cassidy to play a chord. Then Ryan, our only male flute played a third note and Indy, our only other flute played the octave note. I added a slow harmony on the oboe. Taylor rolled her eyes and went to go answer her cell. I motioned to Indy. She led a slowly rising melody. I looked into her violet-ish eyes. And I felt my hands moving, adding the harmony to her melody as I felt the love between us. You see, I had an affinity for music, so if I focused on an emotion or on a person, like Indy, the music just sort of came. Indy blushed when she saw the intensity in the way I played and the way I stared into her eyes. Finally, I put down my oboe and began to sing, "When I'm with you, nothin' else is ever that right or true." I smiled "Every minute, every day, all alone and old and grey, I'd give it all away for you. I'd rather die young and stay true than ever leave you." I sang. Then I motioned to Indy to sing. Her eyes widened apprehensively. She wasn't the type to sing in public, particularly not in class. Her voice was beautiful, but after having been bullied for liking girls, she silenced herself. I whispered "Go for it, Indy" And finally, she caved and sang.

"You opened my eyes" She started in her sweet soprano voice "You took down my disguise. And to mu surprise I feel better than you can surmise." She sang. I stared into her eyes, giving her an unspoken congratulatory look.

"Yes and every time I look inside your eyes, the insecurity in me dies." I sang and motioned to her

"There's no day, no possible way that I could do anything but stay." She finished. I lifted my oboe and started back into the rhythm , just as Professor April cut us off.

"Commendable, Miss Marius, Miss Dawn. Next time, can you not turn this into a declaration of—wait that would make a cool project. Write a short piece about love. Any style goes, you'll be sight reading it, most likely, so don't write above your, and whoever you want for help's skill levels"

There was a collective groan from the band. I was looking forward to it, of course, because of my love of music. Hell, I had a collection of love songs, on every instrument, but no one but Indy had seen that. The bell interrupted my thoughts, freeing the fledglings. After all, it was last class on a Friday. I swiftly packed my oboe up and then helped Indy dry her flute. Professor April smiled at us. I could tell she liked us, because we practiced a lot and we liked to improvise solos. She went out into the halls, humming and leaving us alone. I looked at Indy, who was almost entirely invisible. I whispered "Your singing is incredible" And kissed her beautiful pink lips. She blushed, still not too comfortable with any sort of public display of affection. Carefully, she looked around.

"No one here except little ol' me" I smiled, putting on a ridiculous accent

"You sing like-" she trailed off "Like an angel. I sing like a mortal."

I sat down in Ryan's vacant seat "You sing with your soul. And so help me, if anyone says that's not good enough, they can kiss my-"

Professor April re-entered the room. "Are you two ever going to leave?" She teased

"Not going to use force?" I teased back, and resisted my urge to cough. Out in the hall, on the way back to our dorms (After all, they can't let the two of us sleep in the same room, now can they?)

"We're definitely going to the playlist of pride." I whispered, referring to Professor April's playlist of student made music.

"You are the playlist of pride" Indy teased "Besides I uh, I think you're really uh you're really beautiful when you play"

I smiled contentedly. So what if I wasn't the most popular, I had Indy and that was what mattered.

Sorry, I skipped a day. I'll double update Sunday or something. Happy 121212.