Post by kaya keture on Oct 29, 2013 16:39:54 GMT -8
* all the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players
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When Kaya had accepted the generous offer of friendship from the glamorous Clarissa Stewart admittedly she hadn't been fully aware of what all she had gotten herself into. From what she'd come to understand the beautiful blond didn't often take a shine to someone so much younger than herself. So, Kaya couldn't help but to feel flattered that Clarissa for whatever reason had selected her as a protege. However, the title came with far more rules and restrictions than had ever been imposed on the eighteen year old. Never before had whom she talked with, which party she attended, and whom she dated been so important.[/blockquote]
It seemed that almost any misstep could undo all progress made beforehand and honestly the pressure was starting to get to her a little. Kaya wanted nothing more than to be herself, yet she wasn't exactly sure who that was anymore. Perhaps it was that train of thought that led the young aristocrat to seek refuge in the university's music room on this day. It had been years since she had done anything even remotely music related and as much as she would have loved to blame this on her parents, Kaya couldn't. With as badly as things had ended with Ian, her creativity and desire to engage in activities that reminded her of her time with him had diminished.
Finding herself perched on the piano bench with her slender fingers playing along the ivory keys was almost surreal to Kaya. As awkward as it felt to be sitting there after so much time had elapsed there was something that also felt really right about playing. All those years of lessons had come rushing back to her the moment that she had touched the keys and it was almost as if she'd never stopped. Almost as if her world had never come crashing down around her. For the first time in a long time, Kaya felt as if things would be ok.
With a sweet and serene tone she began to sing softly " Cause you are, the piece of me... I wish I didn't need... chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why...if our love is tragedy why are you my remedy?"
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* the pen is mightier than the sword[/color] number words
* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare
* get thee to a nunnery![/color] name/names is/are tagged
* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0
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