[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Misty[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
[@Themerlinhawk][@BlackPanther]

It seemed that Misty could never find the right balance between strong independent woman and awkward girl. She bit her lip thoughtfully, but shook her head. She hadn't meant to be rude to the angel but rather she'd been going for humor...she thought to apologize but didn't know what she had to apologize for. If she apologized for her behavior she'd be apologize all the time. She lay her hands on the keys again, listening a moment to what Lazarus was playing before she matched it with her own notes, letting the music wash over her completely. 

Music was life. 

The simply way of being able to comply something with others, without any thought or preparation was pretty amazing. The way that it just...was. Music could be anything, but it was always beautiful. Always amazing. You always put a little bit of heart and soul into it, to create pieces of work that were unique. No two songs, no two playings were the same. 

It was almost a shame that the song ended. Misty removed her hands from the keys, and sighed softly. At lazarus's question, Misty took a few moments to answer. She wasn't really sure how to answer that. She didn't know how she was going. She tried her best...

[color=coral]"well. I haven't really had any troubles...I do my best and that's all I can do, right? Musics easier then the fighting...I don't think I'll ever be able to fight"[/color]. 

She felt self-conscious even saying that. [i]see, no consistency in attitude. I'm a mess.[/i] she looked down at her hands and shrugged. [color=coral]"I mean...I'm more supportive then anything else. But I still study, and go to classes."[/color] 

She knew that she was probably quite close to rambling. So she reined herself in and looked back up to Lazarus. She gave an almost bashful smile and shifted, shooting a glance to the angel as well.