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[color=FF8C00][b]Location;[/b][/color] Her dorm --> A music/practice room --> Auditorium
[color=FF8C00][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Rileigh Young briefly [@ChaoticFox][/center]

The day was only young when Christina left her dorm. She shut the door, attempting to be as quiet as possible although there were already students wandering the school. Christina gave a gentle sigh. She didn't belong here, not alongside the rich and strikingly gorgeous. They knew it, she knew it, a tiny, plain working class girl did not fit in. She fiddled with the silver crucifix on her necklace. She'd show them. Just because she's disadvantaged financially and even physically she can still do well. With her laptop bag over her shoulder and violin case in one hand she soldiered on.

Eventually she was meant with the group of practice rooms and slipped into one and shut the door behind her. She tightens and smothers rosin on her violin bow and logs into her laptop. She then tunes her violin before warming up with a quick tune. Satisfied she hadn't lost any skill over the past few hours she had slept in she turned to the open musescore document on her laptop. In front of her sat a budding masterpiece... Almost. It may just be a bunch of chords and 4 bars now but eventually? It'll become a fully blown composition.

Christina lifted her violin back to her shoulder and played the little she had so far and tried to add a bit more to it. No. Not that. She tried again, varying the ending. It wasn't long before the young woman was lost in her world of composition. For that moment it didn't matter that Christina was somewhere she didn't belong. It didn't matter the people she could call friends was scarce. The university. The world. None of it mattered, just her and the sweet music that surrounded her.

Time flew past her as she played on her violin, humming other possible parts. Eventually she went on a tangent. She improvised a great piece between her violin and the occasional parts signaled by humming. Amazing. As she finished she held her bow in the air as if she just played for a large audience. Assignment done easy! She then looked back at her laptop, as the practically blank document. How did she play that? [color=FF8C00]"Dammit,"[/color] she muttered as her new created piece faded from her mind. Christina could make up something amazing on the spot, problem was, she got lost in it and thus scarcely remembered much of it. She sighed. This might be harder then she first thought. Well, she was in the mood to play as if she had an audience again. She packed up the last of her stuff and departed the room for the auditorium.

Christina didn't know how long she was in that music room but she knew now the school was crawling with students. Most walked with the grace and poise as the models while Christina stumbled along, violin in one had and laptop case over her shoulder, until she reached the auditorium.

Approaching the door of auditorium Christina could here This Suffering by Billy Talent pouring from it. She hummed along but was too lost in her thoughts to pay attention to the fact it was definitely not Billy Talent the self playing. It was obvious it wasn't but her mind just didn't really make the connection that another must have been in there. As the person in the auditorium played the last of the song Christina happened to burst in. Her eyes quickly flew up the blonde, [color=FF8C00]"Oh... Oh! I am so sorry- I didn't mean to- sorry,"[/color] she stdmbles over her words