GerIta ; My Type Of Luck, Is No Luck

Up and At 'Em

  Feli's P.O.V

   After the little show put on between Lovi and Ludwig, we all calmed down and sat around the room uncoordinatedly. The flatscreen was turned on, a show about magicians and guilds and dragonslayers was on, Kiku leaning closer into the screen, his attention captured by the animation.

   "That's it!!! I can't take this anymore!!! I don't care if all of you are hiding away out of safety!!! Get off of your lazy asses and do something!!!!!" The explosion, screaming away was Yao. A spatula was tightly gripped in his hand and I could tell by the violent flailing of his arms, he was not afraid to wield and attack with said cooking utensil.

   "Oh really, had no fucking idea. What do you suppose we do? There's no shitty ass space for us to move around, no things for us to be entertained with, and no anything in fucking ass general," Lovi replied in a matter-of-fact tone, set in stone.

   Just then, Ludwig and Gilbert stood up, enthusiasm painted across their faces. They jumped up and down in excitement and joy, motioning to the door and back to all of the people in the room.

   "What?!?! What?!?! I can't understand your German sign language!!!!" Antonio cried, gesturing between the two and kneeling on the ground dramatically.

   "There's a gigantic area beneath this one, where all the cadets from the base carried out their training! Its filled with punching bags, kicking pads, padded flooring, attack dummies, weights, platonic items, ropes, and a large track to surround the outer rims of the room! It's huge, same as an openly wide field! We could do something there! There's enough space, stuff, and time!" Gilbert cheered, nodding his head in approval.

   "Sounds like fun but that's not really my thing... Do you guys have a music room in the base by any chance?" My voice piqued up, filling the silence.

   "Well, yes, the instruments to awaken the cadets. They have every band instrument you could think of, classical and jazz," Ludwig answered, smiling gently at my now shimmering expression.

   "I've only ever played the Violin but today's a good a day as any to figure out how to play other instruments from another category!" My legs pumped underneath me, my form already out of the room.

   "Wait! Do you even know where you're going?!?!" Seborga called out, his voice echoing through the walls.

   "Not a clue! Someone help me!" I replied, a clueless smile to hide my nervousness.

   "I'll go!"

    "Meet too!"

   "Wait for me, bastards!"

   Seborga, Kiku, and Lovi ran after me, disregarding the room of strong men ready to lift weight and such.

   From there, us men walked off, utterly and completely lost. Oh, we should've brought a map.

   *Time Skip brought to you by Gay Babies*

   After hours of wandering and back trancing, we came upon a door with the golden platelet that read, Band Room.

   Walking in, thousands of bronze, silver, and gold band instruments lined up the walls. In the center, was a repair station, reeds, mouth pieces, cleaning rags, and sanitation spray filled the cubbies up to the brim. Everything was extremely clean. I walked up to the flutes, picking one off of the same like a rip strawberry off of it's vine. The silver was cool under my touch. The buttons slick and free, not a sticky noise to be heard as the keys were pressed down. I admired the instrument a bit, glancing around the room before returning my attention on the deilicate object in my hands.

   This is what I'll learn to play, and I'll do so happily. Trudging over to the repair center, I disinfected the embouchure with sanitation spray, proceeding to wipe it off clean. Instrumental books piled up on the bottom shelf. Scrimmaging through booklets of Oboes' and French horns', I came upon a Flute beginners booklet and pulled it out.

  Carrying it over to the stands, I plant the instructions booklet on the stand's shelf and carry it over to a small gathering of chairs. Flipping to the back, the pages' crisp and cool, the fingerings splay before me and I absorbed their positions.

   During my practice, Lovi sat besides me, with his own booklet, instrument, and stand. Lovi had chosen a trumpet, his mouthpiece connected to the bronze treasure already. It matched him perfectly, from the rich tone of the sound to the difficulty it took to hit certain notes. They matched perfectly.

   Seborga was next, a saxophone hung around his neck. A mouth piece with an expertly set reed and ligature. Unlike me and Lovi, he immediately dove into the advanced music, bristling past the easy songs made to help you practice. He was already made to play the instrument because he had before. The instrument was easy and brisk, much like Seborga, rich and warm in tone.

  Kiku was last, his instrument was the oboe. It was seemingly expected. The instrument was gentle and sweet, much like the Japanese man. He had difficulty with everything, it seemed. He couldn't find the right pages, couldn't get the right sounds, and couldn't play correct fingerings.

  We took a detour and assisted the pour man, he was suffering and it was evident enough not to allow it to continue to happen.

   In a few hours, Kiku, Lovi, and I were all catching up to Seborga's level of talent. Which, was an extravagant thing indeed.

   Exhaustion began to attack all of us individually, choirs of yawns came out in harmony. A pleasant knock rang from across the room, the door opening shortly afterwards.

  Ivan, Yao, Gilbert, Ludwig, and Antonio were all drenched in sweat, smiling graciously at our far off figures sitting on the plastic chairs.

   "We've finished up at the training gym, come along, Dinner will be set soon enough," Antonio called out to a refusing Lovi who was far too dedicated to his Trumpet to put it down. Eventually, with much persistence, the others were able to pack up our instruments and pry our attention away from the land of music.

   Following them back, an air of childness filled the halls, comforting us all.