reading is boring. sometimes. (open)
Nov 22, 2015 22:17:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 22:17:58 GMT -5
Phoebe studied the Celtic music in front of her curiously, violin underneath her chin and her bow gripped loosely in her right hand. As soon as she rested the waxed length on the strings of her rosewood violin, she immediately began to play a bright, lively Celtic tune. A small smile formed on her face as she immediately began to play the song in her head. Rising from her spot on the rock she was sitting, Phoebe began to dance lightly. Her bright blue eyes were closed as she danced, her short form dipping and swaying as the music grew more intense in her head. Her hand was nearly a blur as the sweet tune of the violin filled the air, rising up into the high notes before being drawn into the lower notes.
And god, Phoebe was just drawn into the music like a person drunk on wine. Then she paused ever so slightly, before she began a new time, this time the tune low, solemn.. yet bright. Phoebe's movements slowed as the eighteen year old twirled and did random dance movements. To her, the music was never ending. As usual, as Phoebe usually got so lost into her music that someone usually had to slap her to get her rid of the mood she was in.
And god, Phoebe was just drawn into the music like a person drunk on wine. Then she paused ever so slightly, before she began a new time, this time the tune low, solemn.. yet bright. Phoebe's movements slowed as the eighteen year old twirled and did random dance movements. To her, the music was never ending. As usual, as Phoebe usually got so lost into her music that someone usually had to slap her to get her rid of the mood she was in.
