Ethan listened to her and smiled slightly. "Piper, correct? That... is the right attitude, that is wonderful, good stuff" he said, pointing at her as he pushed away from the desk. "Right, your turn" he said, pointing to a bored looking boy.
The boy looked around at his classmates in a dumbfounded sort of way before looking back at Ethan. "Um... Bradley... and... I dunno... Maybe like... music?" he said with a shrug, not really sure what else to say.
Ethan tapped his lips thoughtfully. "Alright... music's good, it drives out our emotions, makes us more raw to the world around us and speaks to us on a variety of levels, lyrically and instrumentally. It's an art to create a song with the right words and emotional drive but to make the instruments speak? That takes talent" he smiled. "You, what's your name?" he asked another person. "Emily... um" she paused and player with her pen. "Not a lot inspires me anymore" she said with a shrug.
Ethan raised his eyebrows and looked at the class. "Well maybe we'll fix that soon, eh?" he said with a smile.
He took their names and their inspirations and responded to each of them individually. It took a good fifteen minutes to get around everyone but when he was done, he headed over to his desk again.
"Open your books to page one, please?" he asked as he opened his own book. It was a book on short stories and poems, the start lining out what made a good, strong poem and how to write. It had graphs and charts and all manner of things that Ethan simply viewed as nonsense.