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Mutated Music
by Lamie
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You like the warning in my summary? It just bugs me that people put warnings that there are gay relationships and stuff like that in their summaries. Maybe it would be okay on the inside once the reader chooses to click on the link and read the story, but on the main FFN page... it just bugs me. I feel that if people need to have a warning that there are homosexual relationships, then why not a warning that there are heterosexual relationships?
Okay, here's some review responses:
fragmentpieces - All hail the flute goddess! All other flutes bow down before thee. ^_^ I didn't start flute until 5th grade, so I didn't know that about the lung thing. I'll have to change that in my story. I like getting comments like that, they help me make my story more believable (if you can believe that someone can move things just by playing an instrument.)
WinkyBells and Mistress of Dragons - I don't really have anything in particular to say to you, sorry. But thanks for reading ^_^
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Seriana stared at the flyer. She looked to her right, then her left. She bit her left thumbnail.
Tryouts for the end-of-the-school-year musical were coming up. She could do it, at least try out. And if she made it, yay for her. Practices would probably be almost every day, and last very late into the evening. Everyone back at the institute would probably wonder where she was so late every day. But it wasn't any of their business. They didn't need to know that she would be singing on a daily basis. Especially the professor. He was the last one who needed to know. But how to keep a secret from a telepath?
She sighed heavily and gave up on the idea of the musical. She had been staring at the flyer for so long, she had missed the bell and was now late to 8th period.
She didn't really care about the class anyway. 8th period was when she felt her bravest. The teacher was a total ditz, and someone else was there to make her feel not so alone (even though he skipped the class most of the time.) She yawned and picked a piece of lint off of her green sweater before beginning to walk to room 210.
"So, ya gonna try out?"
Seriana whirled around and saw Tabitha leaning against the wall where the flyer was. "I can't."
"And why not?"
"Professor X said that I wasn't allowed to be in band or any other m-"
"Yeah, you gotta learn that there are some things that you can keep from a mind reader. Just gotta know how to keep it offa your mind."
"Are you encouraging me to break the rules?"
"Nah, I'm... encouraging you to follow your dreams."
Seriana looked at Tabitha suspiciously before deciding to walk away to class. Something was different about her, but Seri couldn't figure out what it was.
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A week later, she was alone on the stage, spotlight staring her down, and the mic was on. She had been waiting for her audition time for almost 3 hours, but it was finally her turn.
"Um, I'm not doing the monologue because I- uh, I'm trying out for featured soloist."
"Alright then," the director said from a chair in the audience. "Whenever you're ready."
Seriana composed herself for a few seconds, and then began to sing. Her voice filled the auditorium and floated out into the empty hallways.
She maintained control. Nothing mysteriously moved by itself.
The audition piece was soon halfway over, and Seriana was feeling confident. Not only in her singing ability and in the chance that she would get the part, but also in her powers. For the first time in over a month, she was singing publicly- in front of people she barely knew, in front of people who knew nothing about her powers, in front of people who didn't know that she had killed two people back in Pennsylvania.
And then, it happened. She didn't even realise something was happening until she was finishing the last note of the last word, but by then, most of the damage was already done, and when she realised what she had started, she was panicing too much to try to stop it.
It started in the back of the auditorium. The celing was slowly crumbling. Cracks spread from one point, and traveled to the front, near the stage. By the time they got to the stage celing, Seriana had stopped her audition and started watching the damage that was beginning. Small chunks of plaster were falling the auditorium floor
The other students who were gathered in the large room for auditons were starting to leave in a hurry. The director stood up and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Let's CALMLY exit the auditorium!" she yelled while ushering out the students who hadn't already decided to run at the sight of the crumbling celing.
Seriana looked up at the celing, rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Why can't I go to a school with a decent roof?" she thought while being the only one who calmly walked to the exit. As soon as she got out into the hallway, the entire celing faultered and colapsed to the rows and rows of chairs with a huge crash. Clouds of plaster dust puffed out of the open auditorium doors into the hallway where all of the drama students stood in amazement.
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It had been something like "Seriana, you could have killed---" and "--no powers for 6 weeks--" and "-probation--" and a bunch of other words she kind of blocked out of her mind after Professor X's lecture to her was over.
It was past midnight, and she was still awake, staring at the celing and thinking about what had happened. She honestly couldn't remember losing control. The entire time she was singing, it felt like she was just singing, and nothing more. But then again, it wasn't the first time that she thought she had control and something unexpected happened.
Her thoughts floated back to part of her lecture. "You could have killed somebody." Was it possible? Could she have repeated her past mistake? She sighed out in a slight disbelieving tone.
"Hey, girl. You still awake?" Seriana heard Tabitha's familiar voice come from the other side of the room.
"Just a little."
"Pretty wicked stunt you pulled today."
"Yeah. Didn't really mean to. Too late now."
"So what happened?"
"I dunno. Lost control, I guess."
"What I wanna know is how does someone crash down a whole celing and not know how they did it."
"It wasn't the first time, you know. I've got a problem with celings, I guess."
"What happened?"
"I didn't tell you? Back home, I was doing this concert thing, and my ex and his new fling were..." Seriana stopped and sighed. "...Anyway, I ended up accidentally crashing the roof in on them. They both died."
"You're shitting me!"
"Kinda wish I was. I felt bad about it then, but..."
"But what?"
"This time... I've been thinking about this. Before it was just Paul and Rebecca, but this time, even if it had been every one in that room except me who was crushed, I... I probably wouldn't have felt bad about it."
"Not at all?"
"Well... yeah, a little. But probably only-- oh, man, this is going to sound so selfish..."
"Go 'head, shoot."
"I'd probably only feel bad about it if I got in trouble and ended up getting privilages and stuff taken away from me."
Tabitha said nothing for a while. And then, "Hey, maybe we'll have school off tomorrow. You know, if you damaged the electricity or water pipes enough."
"Uh-huh," Seriana sighed before rolling over and finally falling asleep.
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Its kind of a short chapter. I was gonna have more, but I got writers block in this one part I'm currently writing, and I might just go back and delete it... so I figured that until I get that part worked out, I'll publish the part that I am keeping.
Hopefully I'll have the next chapter out sometime within the next week or so.
Please respond/review.
Mutated Music
by Lamie
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You like the warning in my summary? It just bugs me that people put warnings that there are gay relationships and stuff like that in their summaries. Maybe it would be okay on the inside once the reader chooses to click on the link and read the story, but on the main FFN page... it just bugs me. I feel that if people need to have a warning that there are homosexual relationships, then why not a warning that there are heterosexual relationships?
Okay, here's some review responses:
fragmentpieces - All hail the flute goddess! All other flutes bow down before thee. ^_^ I didn't start flute until 5th grade, so I didn't know that about the lung thing. I'll have to change that in my story. I like getting comments like that, they help me make my story more believable (if you can believe that someone can move things just by playing an instrument.)
WinkyBells and Mistress of Dragons - I don't really have anything in particular to say to you, sorry. But thanks for reading ^_^
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Seriana stared at the flyer. She looked to her right, then her left. She bit her left thumbnail.
Tryouts for the end-of-the-school-year musical were coming up. She could do it, at least try out. And if she made it, yay for her. Practices would probably be almost every day, and last very late into the evening. Everyone back at the institute would probably wonder where she was so late every day. But it wasn't any of their business. They didn't need to know that she would be singing on a daily basis. Especially the professor. He was the last one who needed to know. But how to keep a secret from a telepath?
She sighed heavily and gave up on the idea of the musical. She had been staring at the flyer for so long, she had missed the bell and was now late to 8th period.
She didn't really care about the class anyway. 8th period was when she felt her bravest. The teacher was a total ditz, and someone else was there to make her feel not so alone (even though he skipped the class most of the time.) She yawned and picked a piece of lint off of her green sweater before beginning to walk to room 210.
"So, ya gonna try out?"
Seriana whirled around and saw Tabitha leaning against the wall where the flyer was. "I can't."
"And why not?"
"Professor X said that I wasn't allowed to be in band or any other m-"
"Yeah, you gotta learn that there are some things that you can keep from a mind reader. Just gotta know how to keep it offa your mind."
"Are you encouraging me to break the rules?"
"Nah, I'm... encouraging you to follow your dreams."
Seriana looked at Tabitha suspiciously before deciding to walk away to class. Something was different about her, but Seri couldn't figure out what it was.
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A week later, she was alone on the stage, spotlight staring her down, and the mic was on. She had been waiting for her audition time for almost 3 hours, but it was finally her turn.
"Um, I'm not doing the monologue because I- uh, I'm trying out for featured soloist."
"Alright then," the director said from a chair in the audience. "Whenever you're ready."
Seriana composed herself for a few seconds, and then began to sing. Her voice filled the auditorium and floated out into the empty hallways.
She maintained control. Nothing mysteriously moved by itself.
The audition piece was soon halfway over, and Seriana was feeling confident. Not only in her singing ability and in the chance that she would get the part, but also in her powers. For the first time in over a month, she was singing publicly- in front of people she barely knew, in front of people who knew nothing about her powers, in front of people who didn't know that she had killed two people back in Pennsylvania.
And then, it happened. She didn't even realise something was happening until she was finishing the last note of the last word, but by then, most of the damage was already done, and when she realised what she had started, she was panicing too much to try to stop it.
It started in the back of the auditorium. The celing was slowly crumbling. Cracks spread from one point, and traveled to the front, near the stage. By the time they got to the stage celing, Seriana had stopped her audition and started watching the damage that was beginning. Small chunks of plaster were falling the auditorium floor
The other students who were gathered in the large room for auditons were starting to leave in a hurry. The director stood up and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Let's CALMLY exit the auditorium!" she yelled while ushering out the students who hadn't already decided to run at the sight of the crumbling celing.
Seriana looked up at the celing, rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Why can't I go to a school with a decent roof?" she thought while being the only one who calmly walked to the exit. As soon as she got out into the hallway, the entire celing faultered and colapsed to the rows and rows of chairs with a huge crash. Clouds of plaster dust puffed out of the open auditorium doors into the hallway where all of the drama students stood in amazement.
----+----+----+----+----
It had been something like "Seriana, you could have killed---" and "--no powers for 6 weeks--" and "-probation--" and a bunch of other words she kind of blocked out of her mind after Professor X's lecture to her was over.
It was past midnight, and she was still awake, staring at the celing and thinking about what had happened. She honestly couldn't remember losing control. The entire time she was singing, it felt like she was just singing, and nothing more. But then again, it wasn't the first time that she thought she had control and something unexpected happened.
Her thoughts floated back to part of her lecture. "You could have killed somebody." Was it possible? Could she have repeated her past mistake? She sighed out in a slight disbelieving tone.
"Hey, girl. You still awake?" Seriana heard Tabitha's familiar voice come from the other side of the room.
"Just a little."
"Pretty wicked stunt you pulled today."
"Yeah. Didn't really mean to. Too late now."
"So what happened?"
"I dunno. Lost control, I guess."
"What I wanna know is how does someone crash down a whole celing and not know how they did it."
"It wasn't the first time, you know. I've got a problem with celings, I guess."
"What happened?"
"I didn't tell you? Back home, I was doing this concert thing, and my ex and his new fling were..." Seriana stopped and sighed. "...Anyway, I ended up accidentally crashing the roof in on them. They both died."
"You're shitting me!"
"Kinda wish I was. I felt bad about it then, but..."
"But what?"
"This time... I've been thinking about this. Before it was just Paul and Rebecca, but this time, even if it had been every one in that room except me who was crushed, I... I probably wouldn't have felt bad about it."
"Not at all?"
"Well... yeah, a little. But probably only-- oh, man, this is going to sound so selfish..."
"Go 'head, shoot."
"I'd probably only feel bad about it if I got in trouble and ended up getting privilages and stuff taken away from me."
Tabitha said nothing for a while. And then, "Hey, maybe we'll have school off tomorrow. You know, if you damaged the electricity or water pipes enough."
"Uh-huh," Seriana sighed before rolling over and finally falling asleep.
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Its kind of a short chapter. I was gonna have more, but I got writers block in this one part I'm currently writing, and I might just go back and delete it... so I figured that until I get that part worked out, I'll publish the part that I am keeping.
Hopefully I'll have the next chapter out sometime within the next week or so.
Please respond/review.