Cellanous

chapter four : backsass

SMALL NOTE :: this was posted a little bit earlier, because I'm heading up to Santa Cruz for the weekend. Maybe I could see one of you idiotas at the boardwalk? Also, this one is a little bit longer, because I didn't want to split it up, sorry.

"A-And this is the library."

This kid was amusing. No joke, he was stuttering and stumbling, rather nervous. Every once in a while, while on this mini-tour, he'd stop and then scratch his head, looking like he was completely lost. Then he'd recognize something and say something about it. Like this is the art room or whatever. It made it plenty obvious that this guy had the worst memory ever or he had just recently joined the academy himself.

Not particularly caring about the tour, considering I had a flipping map for god's sake, I just looked around. It was quiet since people were eating lunch and doing whatever rich kids do at lunch. I liked the place like this.

Once you had gotten past the color, the structure itself was amazing. It was like a castle itself. A castle for all the bratty little princes and princesses. I let a small smile slip loose at that. I mean, who wouldn't? It's quite a funny thought when you think of all the students in chibi form and they're stuck in the castle.

"And these are the music rooms."

My ears perked up at 'music'. While I wasn't great at playing, I adored music. Music was something that was second best to acting for me. Especially making music.

My guide opened the door and I peered inside. There were a bunch of instruments all over the place. A grand piano, strings, brass, a percussion set in the back . . . I was so coming back to this place. I hadn't touched an instrument since I had gotten here which was like three days ago; but that's still too long away. (I had accidentally forgotten to bring my trumpet and my fingers were itching to play.)

Grinning, I pulled my head back as he closed the door and continued rambling about something. Did he even realize that I was hardly paying any attention to him? Feeling slightly bad, I tuned back in.

" - and that's just the first room. There's two more - "

Two more? Damn. They really liked the arts, didn't they?

" - but I suggest not going into the second one . . ."

Eh? If you tell me that . . . I am so going in there, whether he liked it or not. American's are renown for their nosiness, aren't they? Or was it just me?

"And why might that be?"

Best to know what I was walking into first. You didn't know what could possibly be in there. Knowing Japan, it could range from a cosplay group to a group of techies. Who knew? Maybe they were rebels? Rebels making high tech guns while in cosplay? Hot ones? Oh, I had to know.

The guide gulped and blushed a little, as he muttered something under his breath. I raised an eyebrow. What an interesting reaction.