this cripple bird's gonna sing
[ Sometimes, the island was really, really awesome.
Anyone near the north-west of the CMA might hear the sound of a a song (or at least an acceptable attempt at it), shaky and hesitant. The notes waver distinctly, and every so often the music will stop entirely and start over.
Anyone who goes looking for wherever the music is coming from will find Dawn sitting on a chair with a cello in front of her while she plays, focused on the sheet music set up in front of her. She winces every time she makes a sloppy mistake (which is often, to be totally honest) and eventually just takes a break, bumping her forehead with her knuckles and groans. ]
Ugh, this is what I get for not practicing for three years, isn't it?
Anyone near the north-west of the CMA might hear the sound of a a song (or at least an acceptable attempt at it), shaky and hesitant. The notes waver distinctly, and every so often the music will stop entirely and start over.
Anyone who goes looking for wherever the music is coming from will find Dawn sitting on a chair with a cello in front of her while she plays, focused on the sheet music set up in front of her. She winces every time she makes a sloppy mistake (which is often, to be totally honest) and eventually just takes a break, bumping her forehead with her knuckles and groans. ]
Ugh, this is what I get for not practicing for three years, isn't it?