Being A Dishwasher At A Resteraunt

Titolo: The Staff
Serie: La corda d'oro
Rating: PG
Gentere: General
Character: Many
Pairing: //
Challenge: special #6@ it100 [9/?]
Prompt: You're equally cheated (Modest Mouse), All the world lost in noise (Snow Patrol), I love you less now that I know you (Blonde Redhead), If the answer is no (The Killers), When you're alone and feeling bored (Stellastarr*), You turn to face the crowd (The Radio Dept.), The Easy Silence (Snow Patrol)
Notes: Seven notes in the musical scale, seven drabble and characters. I just started to get interested in this missing / anime and, of course, my brain has already started to slash, but these are details v_v. In any case, it was a problem writing the drabble for Keiichi to the senpai-kun and Hihara> _>! I had no idea and eventually Keiichi is also what I think has gone completely off topic than I used to prompt her drabble ... Ohoo, whatever è_é!
Word Count: 100 x 7

. Kahoko Hino - Do. Small
naive, did you get involved by his boundless enthusiasm.
Music is something that everyone should enjoy!
With that smile child has deceived you, taking you to lie to your time, becoming an accomplice of his deception.
So now you pretend to play a Violin Magic created by liars for liars to steal praises to those who deserve it, cibandoti hungry for compliments that are not for you and playing a part that no one would have to write. Violinist
cheaters, musician fakes. And
Kahoko Hino Lili and his elf will say that they were hypocrites, thieves and swindlers.


. Ryoutaro Tsuchiura - King
No more fingers to stroke the white keys and keep blacks as lovers.
Instead of kicking a leather ball and the smell of cut grass.
tuxedos, ties and starched shirts, replaced by a uniform stained with mud and a number on the back. It vanished
reverential silence of breaths held in front of the magic of Chopin, returned to live with him.
swallowed by cheers, shouts of encouragement, insults, laughter, songs, curses, "Pull! Pull! "...
Ryoutaro runs along the football field and, little by little, forget the delicacy of the sounds produced by a piano.
Now there is only chaos.


. Tsukimori Len - I am.
Son of Musicians and grandson of musicians.
What can become if not musician in turn?
The music we wrote it between the fibers of DNA, flows in his veins and shine at your fingertips when the bow touches the strings of his golden violin.
His music is poetry.
And he, a young genius, is the poet who plays for the enjoyment of others.
Mai's own.
Unable to reach the magic sweetness of trying, made of ice also his notes.
His own violin.
Exhibition after exhibition, Len is slowly losing the love she felt for him .


. Hihara Kazuki - Fa

No. It is not the best at what he does, nor ever will be.
No.
will never come first in a competition.
No.
not be distinguished for his musical talents ever.

No. It will never be able to compete with those who really matter. Yet
No .
They can say what they want, criticize his music, disapprove of the frivolity of his enthusiasm and belittle his efforts.
But this is not enough because Kazuki stop playing his horn with the smile and the desire to enjoy that explodes in the heart, infecting even those fortunate enough to listen.


. Yunoki Azuma - Sol
For a minor child, as such, it is forbidden to exceed their skills in older siblings.
For a minor child, as such, is not required for excellence.
As you find it ridiculous to not oppose it, accepts his condition with quiet resignation, smiling at his grandmother and will drive a smile to the brothers and their nagging inferiority forced him to harness his talent, smiling at the little sister idolizes him, but like others, does not include his deception.
E, alone in his room, Azuma sinks in a kingdom without a sound, made solely out of boredom.


. Keiichi Shimizu - La.
His life, his entire existence revolves around a cello.
sleeps, plays, eats, plays, reads, plays.
And everything begins again.
rarely remember more, it is known in the score of his faded memory.
If it is asked if this would not miss what really matters, but then came the forgetfulness.
Immediately after his hands gently slide the brace that torture and the cello, sitting alone on stage, Keiichi looks up to the public. Watching
.
People forget that he had seen.
They will forever remember what they heard.


. Shoko Fuyuumi - Yes
Tentatively notes are spaced one after the other, blown away from his lips confidential. Even small hands and docile, just seem to have the strength to hold the clarinet, fearful, slide the tool in mild strokes and stunted.
She keeps her eyes closed until the end.
For fear of meeting the gaze of his audience.
With her heart pounding in my chest frightened. When Shoko
terms of sound, slavishly joining hands in his lap, returns to his clumsy silence, finding in it a sad familiarity.
And the curtain falls, taking away the roar of applause.
leaving only red and embarrassed silence.