There is a faint audible sound that goes through the hallways. At first, they would thought it was possibly nothing, but then the sound will become more clearer. That sound became the sound of music of the violinist. A violinist that produces such elegance and grace with each sound. That sound of music is coming from inside the classroom. Inside the classroom, there are a couple rows of mahogany eight foot tables with four chairs on each table. Stacks of music textbooks are in each tables as well. There’s also a large wooden desk right behind the chalkboard that was already written in calligraphy writing. It says: ‘Welcome to the world of music’ A black violin case sitting on top of the large wooden desk as well as his oval-rimmed glasses. There’s also a grand piano sitting right at the back of the of the classroom.
The classroom is almost practically empty, but where’s the teacher that teaches this class. Well, he’s here alright. Mr. Tanibaze is standing right at the corner right behind the grand piano. Is this a game? No. This is not a game for this Englishman. He’s basically honing his violin skills with the Solstice Violin one hand and the bowstring on another hand. The way that he plays almost reminds him that he’s probably another person from another world with that level of playing.
His clothes have a taste of an appropriate Englishman from head to toe. His creamy cotton fiber long-sleeve shirt that covers his lean muscular built. The shirt has a light frill on the upper chest as well as the light puff on those shoulders. Covering his creamy shirt is the vest of Cardinal red that fits all to snugly around his form. The vest has a tail that goes down to the lower thigh. Complementing that clothing is his darkish brown pants that also hangs down to his ankles. His shoes are of a brown leather with black socks to compliment those shoes. Those almond eyes are closed as those hand, which holding the bowstring, strum through the strings of his violin.
Today is his first day being a music teacher in this institute of Caislin Hallows. Unfortunately for the part that he was forced to quit the academy under normal circumstance. Still, once he has accepted into this institute, all of his worries are but a fleeting dream. As his solo violin concert came to a coming close, those almond eyes opens to the still empty classroom. His hand slows down some before coming into a stop. There, he graciously makes a light bow like any other Englishman would. Simply waiting for these ‘students’ to arrive so he can really get started.
The classroom is almost practically empty, but where’s the teacher that teaches this class. Well, he’s here alright. Mr. Tanibaze is standing right at the corner right behind the grand piano. Is this a game? No. This is not a game for this Englishman. He’s basically honing his violin skills with the Solstice Violin one hand and the bowstring on another hand. The way that he plays almost reminds him that he’s probably another person from another world with that level of playing.
His clothes have a taste of an appropriate Englishman from head to toe. His creamy cotton fiber long-sleeve shirt that covers his lean muscular built. The shirt has a light frill on the upper chest as well as the light puff on those shoulders. Covering his creamy shirt is the vest of Cardinal red that fits all to snugly around his form. The vest has a tail that goes down to the lower thigh. Complementing that clothing is his darkish brown pants that also hangs down to his ankles. His shoes are of a brown leather with black socks to compliment those shoes. Those almond eyes are closed as those hand, which holding the bowstring, strum through the strings of his violin.
Today is his first day being a music teacher in this institute of Caislin Hallows. Unfortunately for the part that he was forced to quit the academy under normal circumstance. Still, once he has accepted into this institute, all of his worries are but a fleeting dream. As his solo violin concert came to a coming close, those almond eyes opens to the still empty classroom. His hand slows down some before coming into a stop. There, he graciously makes a light bow like any other Englishman would. Simply waiting for these ‘students’ to arrive so he can really get started.
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