[Thread] Stairways to Paradise[Tenten, Ino]
A little Gershwin to brighten up Tenten's week was just what she needed. She'd fallen into the study-work-study-sleep-study pattern quickly enough, but it wasn't meshing together as well as it used to. It was just too quiet now. Tenten sat at the piano in the practice room, back ramrod straight and dark hair held in place with a pencil she'd filched from one of the nice guys in her morning class. It was just past three now, and she had to be getting to work soon (either by chasing the boys out to get dressed or by ninja-ing into room while they were gone), but for once, Tenten's work ethic was failing her.
For a few minutes, Tenten wondered if this was some kind of divine punishment for allowing herself to get lazy over the summer. Her fingers steadied on the keys as she went through the motions of "Stairway to Paradise", which she found somehow fitting. Maybe it was the determination, or the tongue-in-cheek feel the song had, so young. She hummed through the first verse, and (once she'd checked behind her for skulking shadows) started practicing her vocal work.
"It's madness, to be always sitting around in sadness, when you could be learning the steps of gladness. You'll be happy when you can do just six or seven..." Tenten's voice was quietly clear, her register a little high for the song, but who cared if no one but the mice were listening? She would just work harder in class to expand her range this semester, provided she didn't take an elbow to the throat in Dance Survival. A little braver now, Tenten drew in a breath and flourished on the keys. Her voice came out brighter and more determined, just like the song wanted. Confidence, after all, was everything.
"I'll build a stairway to Paradise, with a new step ev'ry day! I'm gonna get there at any price; stand aside, I'm on my way! I've got the blues --- And up above it's so fair. Shoes--! Go on and carry me there! I'll build a stairway to Paradise, with a new step ev'ry day." Tenten quieted her voice, embarrassed, and continued to hum along with the song.
[[Even Saint Vitus will dance]]
For a few minutes, Tenten wondered if this was some kind of divine punishment for allowing herself to get lazy over the summer. Her fingers steadied on the keys as she went through the motions of "Stairway to Paradise", which she found somehow fitting. Maybe it was the determination, or the tongue-in-cheek feel the song had, so young. She hummed through the first verse, and (once she'd checked behind her for skulking shadows) started practicing her vocal work.
"It's madness, to be always sitting around in sadness, when you could be learning the steps of gladness. You'll be happy when you can do just six or seven..." Tenten's voice was quietly clear, her register a little high for the song, but who cared if no one but the mice were listening? She would just work harder in class to expand her range this semester, provided she didn't take an elbow to the throat in Dance Survival. A little braver now, Tenten drew in a breath and flourished on the keys. Her voice came out brighter and more determined, just like the song wanted. Confidence, after all, was everything.
"I'll build a stairway to Paradise, with a new step ev'ry day! I'm gonna get there at any price; stand aside, I'm on my way! I've got the blues --- And up above it's so fair. Shoes--! Go on and carry me there! I'll build a stairway to Paradise, with a new step ev'ry day." Tenten quieted her voice, embarrassed, and continued to hum along with the song.
[[Even Saint Vitus will dance]]