I8: Music Room

[Claire McKenna]

Behind the closed doors of the music room Claire was playing.

She wasn't a music student. She didn't have a single class. She only came to the room when it was empty.

But she was there several times a week, usually at night if the doors were still unlocked. And she could definitely play.

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[Aiden Mitchell]

Aiden was looking for a practice room when he hear Claire playing and looked inside. He smiled as he leaned against the door frame his guitar case slung over his back.

[Claire McKenna]

Claire finished up and started packing her violin away, not noticing Aiden yet.

[Aiden Mitchell]

Aiden clapped when Claire finished.

"You play quite well," Aiden said from the doorway.

[Claire McKenna]

"No, I don't," Claire says, "You just have bad taste."

"But thank you."

[Aiden Mitchell]

Aiden chuckled and bowed slightly.

"Perhaps I do," Aiden said, "You so rarely hear people playing violin on campus. Generally you meet about thirty people who can...play guitar."

[Claire McKenna]

"And a handful of music students that think they're better then everyone else," Claire says.

[Aiden Mitchell]

Aiden smiled.

"Good fortune for me than that I am not a music student," Aiden said, "No, I am unfortunately a business major."

[Claire McKenna]

"It's noble of you to admit your weaknesses like that," Claire says.

[Aiden Mitchell]

"I need to have some flaws," Aiden said, "Allows me be seen as quite nearly human."

[Claire McKenna]

"You're right," Claire says, "Otherwise, I might have mistaken you for a hedgehog."

[Aiden Mitchell]

"I would wonder about your eyesight if you had," Aiden said, "Also how you would have found your way to this room without assistance. Though I certainly have seen stranger things."

[Claire McKenna]

"Anyway," Claire says, slinging her case over her shoulder, "Room's free."

[Aiden Mitchell]

"Thank you, but I certainly do not want to kick you out miss..." Aiden said.

[Claire McKenna]

"McKenna," Claire says, "Claire McKenna."

"And I was leaving anyway."

[Aiden Mitchell]

"Aiden Mitchell," Aiden smiled, "Personally I would not mind the company. Music is much better with an audience or with multiple people creating it."

[Claire McKenna]

"If you say so," Claire says, "But I never play for an audience or with others."

[Aiden Mitchell]

"Oh, and why is that?" Aiden asked stepping into the room and taking out his guitar.

[Claire McKenna]

"That's...complicated," Claire says.

[Aiden Mitchell]

"And what is complicated about it? Does it involve being tossed through interdimensional portals? Because that I have some experience with," Aiden asked sitting down and beginning to tune his guitar.

[Claire McKenna]

"I meant it's a long and personal story that I don't share with random strangers," Claire says, sounding a little angry.

[Aiden Mitchell]

"Summer term and a few days off from work at the embassy means I have time, and strangers are simply friends you have yet to meet," Aiden said seeming to ignore Claire's anger.

[Claire McKenna]

"Enjoy playing," Claire says, heading for the door, "Have a nice night."

She slams the door behind her as she leaves.

[Aiden Mitchell]

"I do have a certain flair for that," Aiden smiled.

He then began to play