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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 18, 2006 23:27:46 GMT
Grace jumped as she heard Fernand's voice; she nearly fell off her stool, but she held on. She bit her lip and smiled sheepishly at him, "hi, Fernand," she said. She looked back to Mort, "anything else?"
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 18, 2006 23:31:29 GMT
"Hey." He said looking at Grace smiling shyly. "Play that last song on guitar." he said to Mort. "I wanna learn to play that one." and he handed the guitar to Mort.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 18, 2006 23:35:21 GMT
"Fine" Mort said taking the guitar. He sighed and began to play his song. He played chord after chord, riff after riff until it ended." Try it." Mort said handing it back to Fernand.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 18, 2006 23:37:44 GMT
As Mort played, Grace echoed him on the piano. She pulled out a piece of parchment and began to write down the notes and added in some of her own flair.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 18, 2006 23:41:19 GMT
Fernand took the guitar. He played unsure at the beginning, but he became sure after a while. He laughed as it ended and set the guitar down."Is that good?" he said to Mort
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 18, 2006 23:46:11 GMT
Grace played with Fernand, quietly at as she began but steadily louder. She did this to check she had written the notes down correctly. She smiled at the two boys and nodded. She certainly thought so.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 18, 2006 23:53:37 GMT
"That was great! Lets try it all together!" Mort said and he started to play on the drums.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 18, 2006 23:55:53 GMT
Grace smiled, happy to play. She played softer then she normally would just to get a feel for how Mort and Fernand played. But soon realizing she was only falling behind she played normally.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 19, 2006 0:00:27 GMT
Fernand played Guitar hard. He jumped up and down like crazy playing like a lunatic. During the solo he dropped to his knees. When it ended he got up sweating and smiled. "Great job guys!" He said panting. "Great job Grace." he said staring at her.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 19, 2006 0:02:45 GMT
Grace smiled sheepishly at Fernand and bit her lip, unsure of what to say. She was afraid if she opened her mouth she might not be able to stop herself from laughing them to China. "Hmm," she mumbled.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 19, 2006 0:09:14 GMT
"Does anyone have another song?" Mort asked looking around at them.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 19, 2006 0:12:48 GMT
Grace faced the keys of the piano. "Well, there's this one I heard a few times during the holidays," she said, "I'm not sure what it's called but it goes like this:" She played the tune an sang with. Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die to
I'd die too
You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does
We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Should I bite my tongue?
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say, "remember when"
Just like we always do
Just like we always do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah I'd spill my heart!!!
Yeah I'd spill my heart for you!!!
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Made the same mistakes
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Until the day I die!!! "D'you know it?" she asked. |
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 19, 2006 0:15:58 GMT
"Sadly no, but that was beautiful. you are great Grace. We are gonna be good. We just need our Bass." Mort said sighing.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 19, 2006 0:27:45 GMT
Grace sighed, "pity!" she said. "Good point! Where is Girty!?"
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 19, 2006 0:30:48 GMT
"Probably being goofy somewhere ins Hogsmeade!" Fernand said laughing. "She is never on time to anything."
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