Nerio Sorrento (![]() ![]() @ 2012-10-17 01:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lily snow, character: nerio sorrento, location: room of requirement, thread: complete |
Who: Nerio, OPEN
Where: Room of Requirement
When: 10/17 after dinner
What: Angsty angst
Warnings: TBA
Sorrentos were cultured. That was part of the point of being a Sorrento. It came with a general sense of superiority. So of course Nerio knew how to use the piano and knew how to sing. It was like math, really, knowing how different sequences of notes resulted in different sounds and how different registers in your voice made different noises. Simple really if you put the effort in.
Nerio was no good at expressing himself. He had always bottled things up and only let himself out at calculated times. As a result other methos of dealing with his emotions failed with him. He tried writing, he tried fighting, he tried fucking. Everything was equally worthless. As a last effort he came to the room of requirement and sat down at the piano. Sheet music appeared without his asking. He scanned the different choices. Muggle music mostly. He hadn't heard of most of it but he read the lyrics. Somehow the room new his mood and it found him fitting lyrics. He picked up one song and read the lyrics over. Well that summed up a lot of what he was feeling nicely.
After reviewing the music enough to get it down he began to The room provided the other instruments as they came in as well
Everybody's waiting
Everybody's watching
Even when you're sleeping
Keep your ey-eyes open
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
Keep your eyes open
Everybody's waiting for you to breakdown
Everybody's watching to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
Keep your ey-eyes open
Nerio felt that he had been born with one eye constantly open. He sand and let himself feel. It was hard. The emotions didn't flow as they should have. But there was a rawness to it that he rather liked.