Alone with the music [J A M E S V A L E N T I N E]

~[T H E A B A R S A L O N A]~
~[1 4]~
~[D A U G H T E R O F N I K E]~

Spoiler:

I walked into the building slowly, but surely. I knew no one was there, which also meant that I wasn't supposed to be there. My bird Sunny swooped in at the last moment before the door closed. No matter, she would've come to me anyways. I put down the radio I had brought, and put in the CD. I played, "Track 1... Evacuate the Dance Floor, Cascada." I put on my ballet shoes, and danced. When the song was almost over, Sunny chirped loudly, and caused me to fall. "¡ay," I grumbled. When I got up, I heard footsteps. I stopped the radio and cauticiously asked aloud, "¿Hola? ¿Hay alguien ahí?"

Seth Kingsley slowly walked into sigh. "It's just me, Seth. I came to check out wat was playing. I didn't mean to disturb you during your dance. I apologize." He said as he stepped closer to her. "mind if I stay and watch? He asked politely, taking a seat on a piano bench and running his fingers across it.

I stared at him in amazment. No one had ever asked to watch me dance before. "Um, seguro," I say. I look at my radio, and play, "Track 5... Moves Like Jagger."

Seth sat qieutly and politely, watching her dance. It wasn't just a dance, he thought, but an art. And this girl was obviously the master of it. He looked bsck to the piano near the end of the song, and dance, and wonsered if he could play any gpod songs for her to dance to.

When the song was over, I put my hands on my hips and looked at the boy. Me, never to be shy, held out my hand for him to shake. "Hola ... mi nombre es Thea Barsalona! And you said your name was Seth. What brings you here?" I say.

Seth stood up and shook her hand. "That was good dancing." He said as he released her hand. "I just came here to play some music. I love music and everything. I am a son of Apollo." He said with a wink.

I giggled and looked at the piano. "What songs can you play?" I ask. I was curious as to how well he could play. I had met many people over the last week, but not yet a child of Apollo.

Seth laughed at her question. "The questions not what can I play, it's what can't I play." He said with another wink. He quickly moved his hands along the piano and made a beautiful sound. "Most of the stuff I play I wrote myself." He said smileing.

I smiled with my best dazzling smile, and sat in a chair next to him. "Very fresco! I not only can dance, but I can sing. No very bien though..." I say.

Seth looked her way curiously. "How well can you sing? Because I just so happen to be able sing pretty well myself." He turned back to the piano, placed his hands delicately on it, then started playing again.

I shrugged and smiled at him again. "I really don't know, I have never sang in front of anybody. Well, exsept Nanny Ingrid, but she was always terrible, so she thought I was terrible."

Seth looked at her with a sad smile. "Well, that happens a lot when your a half-blood." He said, his fingers absently stuck the cords to play twinkle little star. He froze instantly. He used to play that all the time for his little sister, before he was made to come to camp. He shook his head and thought, 'Forget about, it's in the past.' He smiled at Thea again. "What kind of music do you like to listen to?"

I thought for a moment. "Almost any kind. Pop and show tunes mostly. I cannot stand rap though," I say. I look at the piano thoughtfully, and whistled to Sunny. I whispered something in her ear (do birds have ears?) and she flew out the window.

Seth looked curiously as the bird flew away. "Yea, I love all types of music, well except opera, but you can probably tell why." He said shaking his head and shivering. "So what did you tell your bird to go do?" I asked curiously, looking back out the window after the bird.

I smiled slyly, and looked at him. "Trust me, if I told you, sería arruinar la sorpresa!" I say. Darn me and my Puerto Rican blood! Me and my Spanish ramblings...

Seth smiled at her and said, "Okay, I don't know what you said. I don't speak spanish." He said with a sheepish smile. He laughed at himself for being so straight forward with it. He had no idea what she had just said. "Mind repeating it in english?" He asked with a slight laugh.

I blushed slightly. "Oh, sorry. I said, 'If I told you, then it wouldn't be a suprise!'" I say. I heard Sunny tap at the window to let me know that she was done, and she flew in. She dropped a jewel in my hand, and I smiled at her, and whistled at her. She tweeted happily back at me, and flew to the rafters in the ceiling.

Seth looked curiously at the jewel. He looked from the jewel, to Thea. He looked at her with a strange look and asked, "Whats with the jewel? Is there anything special about it?" He looked back at the jewel and continued to stare at, trying to determain any special ability it may have.

I giggled, and smiled a sly smile. "Oh, yes, actually!" I said. I rubbed the jewel, and it morphed into my lime-green guitar. I strummed it, and, finding it was already tuned, smiled. "Sunny, my bird, has the special ability to make anything travel size," I say.

Seth was impressed. He got up from his seat and went to take a closer look at the guitar. "Beautiful. Well I'm not surprised that someone as beautiful as you would have great taste in music, and musical instruments." He said with a wink. "That bird must be very useful." He said, adding a small chuckle afterword. He looked around and saw what he was looking for. A drum set, which he comes in and plays daily. "Ah here it is." He said walking over to it and taking off the cover, revealing a white and black checker board patterned drum set. "It's beautiful isn't it?" He asked, with a sigh of admiration.

I giggled, and smiled. I was flattered by what he said about me and my guitar. But then I gasped, and walked over to the drum set. I swung my guitar on my back, and looked at the drum set. "Oh! These are amazing! Are they yours?" I say.

Seth smiled back at her. "Kinda. I'm the only one who uses them, but I dont consider them really mine. Anyone can use them if they want. Their beautiful arnt they?" He asked, running his fingers smothly across one of the drums and then picking up the drum sticks and twirling them in his hand.

I pulled up a chair, and sat on it backwards. "Yes they are! Do they sound as good as they look?" I asked. I loved music, and I was curious as to how these drums preformed.

Seth smiled slyly at Thea. "We'll just have to find out now won't we?" He asked, moving around to sit behind the drum set. He twirled the sticks in the air once when he got seated and banged harmonically on the drums. "Ready?" He asked her, giving another wink.

I giggled slightly, and pilled the guitar up. Good thing I brought my electric guitar, I thought. I plugged it into an amplifier, and looked at Seth. "What song?" I asked him.

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» No music, just you [C H O C]
» Music for the camp.
» Gameday Music
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