The first was alive, extravagant and beautifully noisy. It was colored, and the next room had, too. But there was only black beyond the windows of which he could see. And his legs started to take his steps no more than fifty, he could see himself nearer than the last step he was taking, and then followed his eyes. His eras could see and recognize the different colors coming from different instruments, whether they were needed to be blown and struck, but the next was irregular and he never bothered.
He just kept on walking with his eyes started to look at the room of A-12, and the door seemed to be open. But beyond the hearings coming from the first room, and seemingly shouts followed the track of his ears, and on his left was nothing more than different.
It was open, and he could see some greens loitering around the side of the hallway, plants of which he couldn't remember. All he could do was to look elegantly on the plants adorning the sides of the hallway where the sunlight's kiss could enter, and some of the pathway was getting eaten by the vines crawling from both of the plant's feet into the edge of the pavements, near that of room A-12 where he was a mere ten feet away, and he took all the chances into walking whilst listening willingly.
And he did.
He started to brisk walk and then moved on with the class of which had the time of their lives practicing, and with the recent poster he had just seen, he knew that was really a sort of practice for a presentation, and he seemed excited with the smile coming from the edge of his lips, and there he grabbed the top button of his dress uniform with his right hand and then tried to pseudo-fix it with his hand, and then before his very eyes, he knew he was just afront of the door which just separated him from his current life into the room he never knew what would hit him, and the only thing that was circling the round of his mind was Aedri (he was a lot of a girl-finder, he got it from words lingering inside his head), and nothing more.
Three steps away, he stopped and listened to the voices coming out from the room, and it was something about introductions, and he felt ashy.
"Hey, uh, I am Aedri. Aedri Adams," and he knew the class was starting, and so he hurried inside and took all of his chances and stepped forward, and with tight hands and guts, he knew its was going to be a lot more different than the last. Three, two, and one. He went past the door of which he could see, and beyond him was a room.
There were fifteen people inside.
Now sixteen.
Then his eyes had the littlest of chances into looking around. He could see the instruments floating above the tiled floor, and there were a lot. All of which he knew how to make love of: guitar, violin, cello, bass, and piano. He was amazed but he had a lot of things to look dazzlingly into.
On the side of the room, on the left, were mirrors which kept on letting the rays from the sun inside the room, and the room looked lightened, as well as the right. The right side of the room, at least on Micael's perspective, was filled with notes. All of them. Peculiar arrangement of which he was never familiar of, and he never bothered into trying, and he looked at each and every one of his mates sitting above their respective chairs.
He was focused, but never focused enough into remembering some faces. Some were handsome, pretty, while others were just mere color cover-ups of which he wished he would had never seen. On the room's front however, was Morning Dew, and he had never regretted on looking quite quickly with the run of his head going into the side with the rolls of his eyes and thoughts.
Is it really Aedri? What about the professor?
He kept on asking himself inside of his head to at least come up with different possibilities, and all he had ever come up with was nothing, and there, he dared to look upon it.
And Micael had seen what he was expecting first: the instructor, and he was something Micael already knew, and he was immediately begging for the slightest of pard-ons as he looked at the instructor's very same black outfit: Suit and tie and dress pants, a quite pointy black dress shoes and a grey vest right underneath the suit. It must be who he had met with a lot of time afront of their faces.
"I thought you're still sleeping around Jacob's inn," the instructor had uttered afront of Micael's turned head, then Micael's eyebrows then raised as a reply and his voice started to live through his separating lips, and he did.
"Uh, yeah. If mother wasn't really there to wake me up, I would've been dropped anyhow," and he laughed in the latter as he tried to put his right hand into the right pocket of his dress pants, and he hadn't dare to look at Aedri, yet, and William replied with his voice and the very movement of his arm; pointing curiously into something.
Micael's eyes followed William's pointing with only the roll of his eyes, and at the very end of space about his finger was a chair.
A seat especially for him and there, he was looked to find himself comfortable without asking, and Micael quickly followed as he nodded his head from the highest position his chin could reach and walked gently so that his heels would shout a little. He continued.
"Our class is fifteen after eleven, Mr. Pratt, and you're quite late. Both in class and schedule," William followed with a cranked voice and a laugh right at the latter, and Micael only had enough courage to reply a quick smirk, of which he immediately did right with his back afront of William, and there he went past through a mere number of occupied seats. A mere three seats. One after another, he thought he was never going to bother any brits sitting above their seats, but he then hit someone's elbow as the girl was writing gibberish. He was hit furiously, too.
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