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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 12:42 am
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【 date 】xxx space(☿) Lυcιєη Mαякσν spxxxxxxxxxce➥ 【 Pureblood ■ Hufflepuff First Year ■ Reserve Beater 】
xxxThe world is spinning too fast, I'm buying lead Nike shoes xxxTo keep myself tethered, to the days I try to lose xxxMy mama said to slow down: You must make your own shoes xxxStop dancing to the music of Gorillaz in a happy mood xxxKeeping my groove on, bay do de bop ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Lucien was patiently waiting, simply playing with his enchanted walkman until the guy in-charge arrived to make way for them. He had been looking forward for this, mainly because Lucien couldn't wait to play with his keytar in this room. It was a magically-enchanted keytar built to work in a wizarding environment, after all with something like this created in the 1980, Lucien and his father were confident that there can be a magical equivalent of this and it did. Setting up his amplifier not too far away from the Ravenclaw boy, Lucien started with the guitar solo of "November Rain", as it was his Tia Vasilisa's favorite, nodding his along as he pressed the keys.
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with [himself] at [Music Room]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【 SIGNATURE SONG 】-【 ATTIRE 】-【 PERSONAL FILES 】
OOC xxx ((ooc))
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 11:44 pm
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Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar We got vibrations comin' up from the floor We're just listenin' to the rock That's givin' too much noise Are you deaf you wanna hear some more
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Tнїяd Џёaя || Hцfflёpцff || Bёaтёґ
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Chance had, admittedly, been too busy last year to actually attend Music Club, but he planned on making up for it this year. Which meant that he showed up late, but late was better than never. He had his guitar slung over one shoulder and was ready to play. Finding a smaller-than-average crowd didn't deter him. In fact, he figured that meant that he had more time practicing than anything else. Setting his guitar down, he waved to everyone before he pulled his guitar out and started picking a few chords on his guitar. Might as well make sure it was in tune before he tried to play it, after all. Maybe people could suggest songs for him to play. As long as he knew it, he didn't see a problem, and even if he didn't, he could always read sheet music to learn. Plus, if necessary, he could always play the piano. That was one thing he had always wanted to learn to do, and now that he new how to do it in addition to the violin and the guitar, he could branch out into other instruments.
════════════════════════Location: Music Room Thinking: I wonder how many people will show up? OOC: -◬-
I took a look inside your bedroom door You looked so good lyin' on your bed Well I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love You said you wanna rock 'n' roll instead
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2017 5:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 9:09 am
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Fianna Grey Gryffindor │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
When she finished playing her song, Fianna smiled, and looked up as a younger student she hadn't seen previously was standing there with a guitar case. She said to the newcomer, with a warm smile, "No bother at all, I'm Fianna." She held out her hand to shake Max's, before gesturing an invitation to sit with her. "That'd be cool, maybe we can jam too." She paused a moment, before figuring out what she wanted to play next. While her first selection had been old school, this one was even older, but she liked the guitar chords, and the lyrics struck a chord for her. "Try this one, " she suggested, as she started playing Blind Faith's 'Can't Find My Way Home.'
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say "Everything you wants a dream away We are legends, every day" That's what she told me
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say "Everything you wants a dream away Under this pressure, under this weight We are diamonds"
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2017 11:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 7:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 6:46 pm
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╔══════════════════════════════════╗ Mackenzie Hawthorne Gryffindor - Seventh Year - Seventeen Years Old - Halfblood - Adopted ╚══════════════════════════════════╝
Mackenzie had quit Quidditch this year. Her friends and housemates were all freaking out over it, trying to convince her that trying out would be a good thing since she'd finally have a "real" shot at making seeker. Kenzie didn't even care about that anymore. At first, she only tried out for the team to make her mum proud that they played the same position, even if they played for different houses. Then when she didn't make the team, she continue to try out in hopes that maybe she'd finally beat out Fianna. Plus, the practices were always pretty fun. That was until Eve became captain and super intense about everything. After a while, Mackenzie just didn't find Quidditch as fun as she used to, so she quit. Instead, she decided it'd be a good idea to focus her attention on studying for NEWTs, or if she needed a study break, snogging Colton was always an option.
Although the Gryffindor quit one of her extra curricular activities didn't mean she was about to quit the Music Club even though she hadn't prepared any songs for it. In fact, Mackenzie rarely participated in showing any of her works at the club. She didn't think she was that musically talented although her mum was. Perhaps if they were related, she would have gotten the same music writing gene. Covering songs that already existed was easy, but that was really the only thing Kenzie knew how to do. The brunette entered quietly as Alby sat alone, playing a melody on the piano. She wandered over to him and sat down on the stage's steps, watching him play. "That sounded pretty," she said, once he had finished. "Something you've been working on?"
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
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𝒲𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2017 10:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2017 10:44 am
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( Pureblood ■ Second Year Hufflepuff ■ Chaser ) ↫xx Янчтнм ιѕ α dαиcεя, ιт'ѕ α ѕσυl'ѕ cσмραиισи, Pεσρlε ƒεεl ιт ενεячωнεяε! Lιƒт чσυя нαиdѕ αиd νσιcεѕ, ƒяεε чσυя мιиd αиd jσιи υѕ- Yσυ cαи ƒεεl ιт ιи тнε αιя Oн σн, ιт'ѕ α ραѕѕισи, σн σн, чσυ cαи ƒεεl ιт чεαн!
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Lucien was here as usual, except unlike last year he will be bringing his bass guitar instead of his keytar. Actually, his keytar was sitting on his magical trunk in the Hufflepuff common room, but he prefer this one more because he loved doing the bass. As he walked with a guitar case, he turned to his left to see Leah sitting, so he proceeded to wave at her and say, "Ah, hi Leah. I... I didn't expect you to be here, to be honest. But it's nice to see you here, too." He only didn't expect it because one, Leah wasn't here last year and two, he was only encouraging her about Music Club being fun while also telling her that it was still her choice whether to go or not. Which left him to wonder if he was forcing her or anything, and he wished that wasn't the case. "So, um, do you sing or play an instrument or anything? I'm bringing my bass, even if some would say that bass is 'boring'."
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Yσυ cαи ρυт ѕσмε jσч υρσи мч ƒαcε, ѕυиѕнιиε ιи αи εмρтч ρlαcε Tαкε мε тσσ, тυяи тσ αиd вαвε I'll мαкε чσυ ѕтαч Oн I cαи εαѕε чσυ σƒ чσυя ραιи, ƒεεl чσυ gινε мε lσνε αgαιи Яσυиd αиd яσυиd ωε gσ, εαcн тιмε I нεαя чσυ ѕαч: "Tнιѕ ιѕ тнε янчтнм σƒ тнε иιgнт!"
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ wнeɴ - SY 2039-40 ↫xx wнere - Music Room ↫xxxx wιтн - Leah ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2017 9:30 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Club xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Various Club Members xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Music and Thought xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This song is so colorful
Dris walked into music club, guitar slung over his back. He'd remembered to pack a small set of ear plugs in his pocket, in case the room escalated too much in volume. He'd been working on writing a song, something that would hopefully help flesh out his feelings as of late. He sighed as he plunked into a chair and pulled his guitar case onto the seat beside him. Lifting his blue guitar into his lap, the teen spent a few minutes adjusting the tune and making sure the strings were all still solid, then fished around for a pick. After finding one, he started to play, singing along to the words he'd written. He'd called the song On the Brightside, and hoped it explained some of his muddled up thoughts. He closed his eyes while he sang, drifting out into thought.
{{Open for Interaction}} Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ? I ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ. Wᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ʀᴀᴄᴇ? Wʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴ' ɪɴ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ. Tʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, I'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴ' ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ. Sʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀʀᴅs, ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡɪsʜ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ᴍᴀᴋɪɴ' sᴇɴsᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ. Tʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, I'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴ' ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ. Wʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. Iꜰ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴ I ᴅᴏ? I ᴀᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴡᴏᴀʜ.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2017 11:37 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Room xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Gilbert xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Music Club xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I hope this turns out
Connor walked into the music room, this time having left Sadie in bed. He had Gilbert tucked into the pocket of his vest, as the small snake seemed to enjoy warm, small spaces. He walked over to the piano, his cane tapping gently on the floor in front of him, the teen trying to navigate in the busy music room. Once at the piano, he closed down his cane, tucking it into his pocket as he sat down at the bench. His fingers stretched out over the keys, debating the notes he wanted to play. He'd written a song for Rowan, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to play it without her. Instead, he decided to play a medley of some songs by classical composers. He cracked his thin fingers, then began to play. He didn't know if anyone was listening, but he secretly hoped to show his skill. He had been practicing, after all.
{{open for interaction}} Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ, I'ᴍ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ I ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ Wʜᴇɴ I ʟᴏsᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ Aɴᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ. Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Lɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ɪs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Kɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ, sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ Nᴏᴡ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴ, I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴜs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2017 4:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 3:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 9:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 10:18 pm
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P E T E RxxxW H Y T E
SIXTHxYEAR xxx■xxxRAVENCLAWxxx■xxxMUGGLEBORN
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c u r r e n t l yxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ a txxMusic clubxxxxxw i t hxxother club members f e e l i n gxxcalmxxxxxw e a r i n gxxcasual clothes┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
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