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Post by H|O|T|A|R|U on Jul 2, 2008 0:47:42 GMT -5
. Joy-ful, joy-ful, we a-dore thee, God of glo-ry, God of love;
Hearts un-fold like flowers be-fore thee, open-ing to the sun a-bove.
Melt the clouds of sin and sad-ness; drive the dark of doubt a-way;
Giv-er of im-mort-al glad-ness, fill us with the light of day! " No! No! NO! I want you to feel the song, not just sing it! This song is about praise and God and all that jazz!" It was just one of those days. You know, the days where you feel like no matter what happens on that particular day, it's still going to turn out shitty and you'd what it end and that was how Hotaru felt at this moment. A flat tire, her youngest son acting up in school, bills stacking up, and a teacher's salary to live on and she was the one who wanted peace! She looked towards her class and began to lecture, "Com'on, you guys! Now you know I don't ask much from you, just a few homework sheets here and there and maybe a report on Charlie Bird Parker or Nirvana. Have some integrity about it, you can't go foward in life just sitting there waiting for an oppurtunity! You have to do it yourself."And with that, the bell rang, it was lunch period. "You have a great day you guys, and Brenda, you need to work on your breathing excerises. If any of you need any help you all have my cell and e-mail!" The first thing she did when the room was sit down and bang her head against her desk, " God! If my children won't kill me, these kids are going to be the death of me!" She cursed in Japanese, all of this stress, she was only thirty-three and she felt like she was a chain smoking, sixty seven year old grandmother. " Those kids! They have no passion for anything! They just sit there and act bored! Can't they at least show some interest? UGH!" She decided to drown her sorrows in music, pounding, "Flight of the Bumblebee" can be very soothing. |
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Post by Danielle Holiday on Jul 2, 2008 0:58:37 GMT -5
The whole period Dani just sat there, listening to all of her classmates singing to the teacher's command. With her feet on her desk, she just sat there, gnawing her lip and cleaning out the dirt from under her fingernails. Oh, and yawning just to piss Mrs. Rockefeller off. And then when they sang the last song, oh God she felt like pulling a Van Goh and cutting her ears off, even though he only cut off one but whatever. Then she started lecturing. She only snapped back when she heard Nirvana, but then zoned off again. When the bell rang, she was the first to grab her backpack and leave when the teacher was in mid-sentence. 'Help is the last thing I'd use your number and e-mail for, teach,' she thought with a grin. She waiting until everyone was out of the class before walking back in. She just leaning against the doorway, watching the young teacher rather pathetically bang her head against her desk and mutter things in Japanese. She couldn't help but snicker, and that's probably what got her attention. "Yo, teach," she said, walking over. She pulled a chair quickly in front of the teacher's desk before sitting down. "Usually your lessons are boring, but today just seemed like the worst. What the hell kind of a song was the last one?" she said with a frown.
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Post by H|O|T|A|R|U on Jul 2, 2008 1:20:03 GMT -5
"Well, aren't we a little ray of sunshine and joy. You know, Danielle, I can be a sarcastic bitch as well, dear." Danielle Holiday, of all the people in the world, it had to be her. Hotaru was convinced that some powerful entity had it out for her, Buddha, Zeus, Xenu, hell one of them had to hated her.
"My twelve year old got put into detention, again. He was caught tagging again, tagging is the process of making graffiti for your information. He's an amazing artist, but all of that talent's going to waste. And of course I have bills to pay, you're lucky you can live off your parents and not even care. At your age, I was an idiot. I used to have it all..."
She stretched, and noticed that Danielle hadn't of boredom, yet, "So, why aren't you at lunch eating government funded food stuffs with your peers?"
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Post by Danielle Holiday on Jul 2, 2008 1:32:07 GMT -5
Even though it didn't seem like it, she thought that Mrs. Rockefeller was probably the coolest teacher at the school. She would never admit it though. She had to keep her reputation as bitchiest girl in the school. She grinned at her sarcastic bitch comment and chuckled. "Is my halo crooked?" she joked, pretending to adjust it. "You can't see the horns, right?" she teased.
She always liked her youngest son. He was pretty cool, and she always saw his "artwork" around the city. "Aw, where is it? I hope he didn't have to wash it off. I love his art," she said with a grin, pulling at her teacher's nerves. "Yes, yes, teach. You were a popstar sensation," she finished for her. "Ah, my waiters don't bring in the buffet until 12:30," she joked. To be honest, today was mini-burger today. She missed Greece where there was a vegetarian meal everyday.
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Post by H|O|T|A|R|U on Jul 2, 2008 1:52:27 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, and you're going to be the next Sarah Silverman in a couple of years, I'm sure." She knew Danielle was a good person, but she also remembered that she's supposed to be a cynical bitch to everyone else in public. Hotaru knew when to take things with a grain of salt, "Hey, it's not my fault Jiro knows how to sneak out of the house so quick and quietly that even the dog won't know. Okay, maybe it is my fault, but he got the drawing gene from his father's side of the family. Oh, David, if only you were here to beat that kid's ass for me. I miss him."
"Danielle, how's that writing gig going along? You know my daughter's band needs a few songs. I'm betting she's going to be the American version of Shiina Ringo. All she needs is a mole."
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Post by Danielle Holiday on Jul 3, 2008 21:31:04 GMT -5
Danielle grinned at the thought of being the next Sarah Silverman. Sarah was a cool person who she looked up to every once in a while, but she wasn't her idol or anything. She nodded, and kept nodding, to Hotaru's rant about her son and then mention of her husband which she nodded slower to. When Mrs. Rockefeller asked about her writing, she simply shrugged but kept listening. She raised an eyebrow at her teacher. "You want me to write songs for her band?" she asked, a little surprised. She was a tiny bit thrilled, but only a tiny bit. And she didn't let it show.
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Post by H|O|T|A|R|U on Jul 3, 2008 22:23:20 GMT -5
Hotaru was slightly surprised, she was actually joking, but Danielle had talent. It wouldn't be so bad if she helped her daughter out at songwriting, would it?"Well, It would be nice, y'know. I'm not telling you to join the band but if you could help Nami with a few songs maybe--if I'm saying it right-- Tonto's Expanding Headband's songs wouldn't suck so bad." She cringed at the band name -- where the hell did she [her daughter] get that one from?
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Post by Danielle Holiday on Jul 3, 2008 22:38:56 GMT -5
Danielle snorted at the band name. "Tonto's Expanding Headbands?" she repeated, hoping the young teacher said the name wrong. "Wow. Just, wow. Um. Will I get extra credit?" she joked in a serious tone of voice, but with her famous Cheshire grin on her face. "Do they all play instruments or are they amateur at that too?
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Post by H|O|T|A|R|U on Jul 6, 2008 16:27:58 GMT -5
"Well, I don't mean to brag, but my daughter takes her talent from me. Everyone else in the band is good, except for the drummer. Kind of a ditz, and plus the girl cannot read music. Shame." She shook her head in mock shame while laughing, "You hungry? I'm feeling some Chinese takeout right about now."
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Post by Danielle Holiday on Jul 7, 2008 20:35:56 GMT -5
Danielle couldn't hold back a grin to what her teacher said. She wondered where she got her talent from. Her parents got bored by her poetry and musical talent, but it didn't matter really. "Well, if you're a drummer you don't really have to read music do you? I mean, you just have to keep the beat and remember it," she said and then grinned. She could play guitar, but she wasn't that good at reading music. She just played from memory. Her mind was the music notes. She shrugged and then grinned. "Sure," she said with a small laugh. Even though she was an ass to the teacher in class, the two had a strong bond like good friends.
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Post by Sandra Bayer on Jul 23, 2008 18:29:23 GMT -5
Sandra stuck her head in the door then knocked on the doorframe, clutching a note and her sheet music in one hand, her mandolin in the other. She stepped in farther, a little hard considering her newest injury was a large scratch caused by impaling her leg on her music stand . "Hi Mrs. Rockefeller, I'm out of the hospital now." she gave a small smile before stumbling towards her seat.
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