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Post by Heather on Sept 15, 2010 18:51:53 GMT -5
Heather just got done with her class of the day. She had just finished helping people write there own songs. That was the hardest thing to teach was how to write songs. Heather new in the next two days was going to be a pain. She had to listen to every ones song and grade them on the lyrics the kind of music if it matches and how they sing.
Before she had gone to the staff room Heather had walked her sister Gwen back to her dorm room. It was one way to keep an eye on her and have fun with her as well.
Once she walked to the staff room she started to make coffee. As it was making Heather took a seat and went over her plans for the week. As well as look at some of the students work they wanted her to look at before they sang it.
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Post by Danny Marshall Shou on Sept 15, 2010 18:57:44 GMT -5
Stretched out on the beat-up little love-seat under the window was a man wearing a baby blue button down with a white t-shirt underneath. The collar buttons were undone a little lower than usual, signaling Danny was having 'Down time'. Another signal of this was the fact that his eyes were closed and a light snore came from his mouth. He'd stayed up late again composing and he only had more work to do. He was going to take a small nap before he headed back to the rehearsal rooms for private lessons.
Private lessons were sometimes a pain in the neck, especially when the student really wasn't that great. Anyone could learn how to play the piano, but not everyone knew how to really make the instrument sing to its full potential. Few knew how to do it like Danny could. Even the best in the field agreed on that.
With his head lulled back, his eyes closed, his fingers laced and his ankles crossed, Danny looked neat even in sleep. He'd wrapped himself up into a nice little package and merely closed his eyes for the few moments of shut eye.
Even when the sexy voice teacher walked into the room he didn't wake, but continued to snooze...
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Post by Heather on Sept 15, 2010 19:04:53 GMT -5
Heather took off her leather jacket when she got up to get some coffee. Under that leather jacket she was wearing a black tank top. Pulling a cup she poured coffee into the cup. Smelling it she smiled. Putting some milk to mix it with she sat back down and began to drink once again.
Looking around she finally noticed one of the music teachers laying there sleeping. Heather wondered if she should wake him up or just let him sleep. Turning back to her coffee and drank it. Looking at the songs her students wanted to look over she began to hum. Trying to find a melody to start singing it so she could sing it with out problems.
She finally stopped when it didn't make since and started to put notes on it. It was the only way to improve how they write there songs.
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Post by Danny Marshall Shou on Sept 15, 2010 19:20:24 GMT -5
Slowly, one of Dannys eyes crept open. He squinted at the woman humming in a chair nearby and close his eye again. He shifted and grunted a little before he yawned and stretched fully.
"Well well well. If it isn't Miss Pink hair." He mused with a sly smirk on his lips. He didn't know what it was about Heather the Singing teacher. Maybe it was her punk style or just the strange things he heard about her. He didn't know but he found whenever she came around he tended to tease her a bit.
Slowly he got up and stood to his full height, stretching and groaning before he walked over to the coffee maker to pour himself a cup. The bags under his eyes were evident.
He poured milk into his as well before walking over to the table she sat at and looked over her shoulder. "Hmmm..." He mused loudly while taking a sip.
"That's crap." He said, indicating the song she looked at.
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Post by Heather on Sept 15, 2010 19:30:03 GMT -5
Heather laughed when he called her out. "Hello sleepy head. Had a good nap?" Heather looked down at the song and nodded. "My students can sing but writing there own lyrics some just really can't right." As she put the paper away in a folder she looked at him with a smile. Heather had always loved talking to him as two teachers and as two people. "The only thing that is good is probably the coffee in here right now."
Heather wasn't sure what else to say to him. She didn't want to say the wrong thing to him but it was hard for her not to hold her tongue. "Well Mr. Danny how are your classes going for you?" There was times she new all teachers had a hard time teaching students since they had there own ways to want to do things. When the students what to do it a different way.
Getting up she got another cup of coffee and smiled. "This stuff hits the stop from time to time." Looking at him she kept smiling. "You hungry? I was going to cook and was wondering if you wanted some. I'm going to cook some chicken spaghetti." That was something she loved about this place the staff room had a kitchen that they could cook in.
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Post by Danny Marshall Shou on Sept 15, 2010 19:42:38 GMT -5
Danny sat backwards on the chair next to her, crossing his arms over the back and smirking a bit. He set his mug down on the table on a napkin that someone had left. He was a firm believer in coasters. But didn't appear to be any so he used the napkin. He wasn't a complete germ-a-phob.
Tilting his head a little he studied the friendly singing teacher and nodded, "About how long will it take you, I'm supposed to meet a student for a private lesson in about a half hour." He thought it interesting that she cooked. He wouldnt think that of someone like Heather.
"Yeah it's alright. I prefer the latte you can get in France though. Especially the Paris caffees" He smiled at the memory, "Mmmm... that was the best stuff."
Danny had been all over the world, and there were few things in America that actually inspired him. Europe had the best pull.
"Lyrics arn't my forte either. But from what I saw of the notes they were a copy off something by the PussyCatDolls I believe." He nodded, that same smug look on his face as he lifted the mug back to his lips, "You can look it up."
It was a gift. Danny could look at a piece of music and tell if he'd heard it somewhere before...
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Post by Heather on Sept 15, 2010 19:53:19 GMT -5
Heather began to boil some water. "It will take a while actually. How about after your done. I could always bring you the dish." Heather got the chicken out and put it in the oven. "Just chicken takes the longest to cook."
"I didn't care for France really. Send me any where else and I'll be happy. Coffee is coffee for me. Can't live with out it during the weekend." Just like Danny Heather has been all around singing in different places.
Looking at the lyrics Heather nodded. "Your right this is the third one in my class that did this." Heather just put it back and took a note of who it was. "I just wish some of them would take this serous. I understand some singers have someone to write there own songs but its a good idea to be able to write your own."
Looking at him she smiled. "Thank you so much. They can sing just not write." heather looked at him and just kept drinking coffee. "How long is this privet lesson?"
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Post by Danny Marshall Shou on Sept 15, 2010 20:00:49 GMT -5
Danny's eyebrows raised, "You've been to France? Paris France? And you didn't like it?" He could choke on his coffee hearing that. Who didn't like paris? The romance, the intrigue, the scandal, it was wonderful. Possibly one of the most wonderful places on the world.
"Where do you like then?" He asked, honestly curious. He watched her as she got the chicken and he suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why would she bring him food? That was... strange.
"Er um. That's okay I was gonna grab a bagel at the bakery and call it a night after I was done." He cleared his throat and looked away, taking another drink of the Coffee.
The last time a girl offered to bring him food had been a little freshman who had a very apparent crush on him. He'd graciously declined then as well....
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Post by Heather on Sept 15, 2010 20:10:51 GMT -5
Heather shrugged. "I dunno I guess its because every one loves that place. I dunno where but I just love going places." She new she was different but she didn't care at all. "That is the only reason why I know how to cook is all the traveling. Now if I can get my sister to start cooking then things will be perfect."
"Oh..okay well normally I leave it in the fridge and other teachers will eat it. So if you want any don't worry and go at it. I just figure you would like some before every one else starts eating at it." Heather felt stupid right now and just stopped talking. Sitting down she looked at her cup that was half full with coffee.
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Post by Danny Marshall Shou on Sept 15, 2010 20:15:19 GMT -5
Again Danny raised his eyebrows and sipped at his cup. That was gross, thinking of people going at a pot of food. He didn't say anything but merely cleared his throat, finishing his mug before he stood up and took it to the sink to wash it.
He was glad that none of the teachers at the school were complete pigs. The staff lounge was pretty clean and people knew when to wash their dishes on the most part. And if not then someone usually washed it for them. In any case he was glad that he didn't feel like he had to sanitize himself after using the dishes there.
"Well..." He said, glancing over at Heather, not really knowing what to say. With a sigh he turned to face her fully and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well... I guess i'll see ya around?"
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Post by Heather on Sept 15, 2010 20:20:46 GMT -5
Heather grabbed containers about five of them and placed the to the side and turned to him. "If you ever see containers from the fridge is most likely my food. Your welcome to it." Heather let th water boil longer before she put the noodles in.
Hearing he was going to leave got her down a little. "Have a good time. We work in the same school so yeah you will see me around." Heather just smiled at him waiting for him to leave before she went back to finish her work and be bored once again.
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Post by Danny Marshall Shou on Sept 15, 2010 20:29:00 GMT -5
"Yeah I guess so." Danny said meandering over to the door. He hesitated and drummed his knuckles on the wall before looking over his shoulder at her, "See ya." He said again before heading through the doorway.
As he walked down the hall he whistled the tune he always had a tendency to whistle when he was nervous.
'Count down races sing this song doo-dah doo-dah...' Or atleast thats how he thought the words went.
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Post by Heather on Sept 15, 2010 20:33:52 GMT -5
Heather nodded and smiled at him. As he had walked away she hit her head on the wall. She felt like an idiot. A sweet, cute, handsome, teacher, artiest in the music, smart and she had to be an idiot. Going to the door she heard him whistle and smiled at what the tune was.
as she noticed the chicken had almost thirty minutes left she began to make the pasta sauce that will go with it. She would make two different kind one of cheese the other tomato sauce. As she got that done she got the chicken out and began to cut it up and began to put the pasta in the water and waited for the pasta to get done. Once it was all done she did dishes and began to eat alone.
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