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15. setting the stage for success
This is going to be my official NaNoWriMo writing journal once November hits. No guarantees that I will be posting every day (though here's hoping that I manage to write every day), but more likely than my story will go here, under cut. (I wish I knew how to turn on default comment pages, damn.)
Countdown until NaNoWriMo: 1.
I'm going to finish my Note today, come hell or high water, because tomorrow I need to start writing for Nano. I also have a few other things in my system I need to write out. And, you know, do readings for school and such.
Until tomorrow though, have this scene. It was going to be the beginning of a QMi wingfic, which I decided wasn't going to happen. Not that way, in any case. So this will likely be all that's ever going to be from that idea.
The piano was dusty and out-of-tune, but Kyuhyun fell in love with it the day he first clapped eyes on it, age five and a half. He pitched a rare fit, sulky, until his parents agreed to buy this one instead of the pretty, gleaming cherry-wood piano his sister had picked out. She didn't speak to him for the rest of the day ("I'm the one playing, I don't see why he should get to pick the piano!" she'd shouted crossly in the car on the way home), but the decision had already been made and Kyuhyun had been lost in daydreams of the baby grand he could bang out tunes on, pretending he was the world's most famous musician.
His sister took lessons twice a week, and practiced at least an hour a day. Kyuhyun listened to the melodies she pieced together, note by note, often accompanied by lengthy, awkward pauses, and fell a little more in love with his piano.
"Do you want to take lessons too?" his mother asked him, cradling him in her lap and petting his hair. He put his head on her shoulder and manfully allowed, distracted by his sister's music.
"Yes," he said, and dreamed endless dreams.
Countdown until NaNoWriMo: 1.
I'm going to finish my Note today, come hell or high water, because tomorrow I need to start writing for Nano. I also have a few other things in my system I need to write out. And, you know, do readings for school and such.
Until tomorrow though, have this scene. It was going to be the beginning of a QMi wingfic, which I decided wasn't going to happen. Not that way, in any case. So this will likely be all that's ever going to be from that idea.
The piano was dusty and out-of-tune, but Kyuhyun fell in love with it the day he first clapped eyes on it, age five and a half. He pitched a rare fit, sulky, until his parents agreed to buy this one instead of the pretty, gleaming cherry-wood piano his sister had picked out. She didn't speak to him for the rest of the day ("I'm the one playing, I don't see why he should get to pick the piano!" she'd shouted crossly in the car on the way home), but the decision had already been made and Kyuhyun had been lost in daydreams of the baby grand he could bang out tunes on, pretending he was the world's most famous musician.
His sister took lessons twice a week, and practiced at least an hour a day. Kyuhyun listened to the melodies she pieced together, note by note, often accompanied by lengthy, awkward pauses, and fell a little more in love with his piano.
"Do you want to take lessons too?" his mother asked him, cradling him in her lap and petting his hair. He put his head on her shoulder and manfully allowed, distracted by his sister's music.
"Yes," he said, and dreamed endless dreams.