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Room 227, Wednesday Afternoon
Jan. 30th, 2013 05:59 pmNatalie was pretty ready to chalk all of last weekend up as a temporary fit of insanity. She would've maybe even tried to repress it, if not for the the two piles of neatly folded clothes sitting on her desk, waiting to go back to their owners. Sure, she could have taken them to class with her, yesterday. But there was a certain kind of tackiness to giving boys back their clothes in public, even if it was for a fairly innocent reason such as a temporary sex change. So, they were still here, reminding her of her stint as someone else.
Repression never really worked, anyway.
She figured she'd swing by the theater later, talk music for the play with Jono some more. But she was staying in her room for now. Warming up for music talk, or something. Another song had been picked for the challenge of being converted into a solo piano rendition, and that was what she was working on now, music drifting out into the hallway as she got a handle on the song on the keyboard.
"Whatever you do, don't tell anyone," she hummed, under her breath. Kind of the opposite of repression, wasn't it?
[ooc: Door half open, post completely so.]
Repression never really worked, anyway.
She figured she'd swing by the theater later, talk music for the play with Jono some more. But she was staying in her room for now. Warming up for music talk, or something. Another song had been picked for the challenge of being converted into a solo piano rendition, and that was what she was working on now, music drifting out into the hallway as she got a handle on the song on the keyboard.
"Whatever you do, don't tell anyone," she hummed, under her breath. Kind of the opposite of repression, wasn't it?
[ooc: Door half open, post completely so.]
