Maura Seaborn (ex_inundate724) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-07 15:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | sailor mercury, sailor neptune |
Who: Maura Seaborn and Doug Wiley
What: A meeting in a music room.
Where: UW Campus.
When: Tuesday evening.
Warnings: None.
After hearing Paganini on campus earlier that day, Maura had the itch to play - to really play, without worrying about holding back or keeping quiet. She did not trust the walls of the Hamartia to keep her neighbors safe from her music, and the evening was a little too chilled to allow for effective outside playing, which would have been a risk, even with cooperative weather. Maura's options were therefore limited. Luckily, she had kept in touch with a couple of her former professors from Juilliard, and one of them had been able to pull some strings with someone in the UW music department to get her access to a practice room. Of course, Maura couldn't expect to use the music department's time and space frequently, being that she wasn't a student, but they were willing to allow her very occasional use of a room on off hours if it wasn't booked and if it didn't inconvenience the staff.
She found the building and the room easily enough; her earlier visit had allowed her to get somewhat familiar with the large campus. The warmth of the building was a welcome relief after the cold walk through campus. Though she was only a few months out of school herself, she found herself nostalgic as she entered the practice room and took off her jacket. She missed feeling as though music was the most important thing in the world - everything else falling secondary. Outside of Juilliard, music seemed more of a hobby than a lifestyle.
Setting her jacket and case on a table that stood in the corner of the room, Maura opened her case and took hold of her violin and bow. She considered what she should play with what could be the last free chance she had for a while, and settled on Paganini's Caprices, beginning with no. 1, as it exemplified the rapid successions of notes that were normally too dangerous to play. Pulling up a stool, Maura positioned herself and began to move her bow against the violin's strings. It had been a while since she last tackled the Caprices and she may not have been spot-on, but that didn't matter in the moment; she just wanted to play.