Art in the auditorium. (Ceilu Soleil)

[SARAH RUTHERFORD]

Sarah, an art student, sat in the auditorium on one of the futhest seats from the front. Her art teacher also doubled as a music teacher so once every week she was stuck in the auditorium and left to her own devices. Today she was making a deck out of some Yu-Gi-Oh cards. It wasn't for her however, she worked at a card show and made a little extra money by making expert decks for the young players.

After completing the deck she flipped open a sketch book and jotted down on a scrap piece how much it'd cost the kid. She then returned to a draft of a pokemon she was sketching, it was completed she was just admiring her work when her teacher called to her. He wanted some help for something or other, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered her, so she stood up and took time about collecting her things and then walking down the stairs, making an effort to look interested in the repetetiveness if the rows of chairs.

In her ears headphones were playing a soft classical tune but quietly and she found some serenity amongst her anger for her teacher. When she reached the bottom of the steps she pretended to drop her bag and caused everything to spill out, including a now broken bottle of ink. "Damn," she cursed before looking up, "One minute sir," she told the teacher stood infront of the stage. Because she had pulled this trick before every piece of her stationary and paper was waterproof and the ink had no effect.

She collected her thing in her arms and walked to the teacher, in full view of all performer on the stage.

[CEILU SOLEIL]

the stars lean down to kiss you, and

i lie awake and miss you cause it takes two to whisper quietly

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words 360 tags sarah notes sorry for the delay! i had to go template hunting credits rinne

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[SARAH RUTHERFORD]

Sarah decided to ignore her teacher in light fo this enw person approaching her so frontly, "Eh... I'm Sarah," she said, she wasn't nervous, just a little creeped out that someone had come and talked to her. The person had tried to help her however so she was grateful. "Let's talk somewhere else," she said, aware of the teacher and students staring at her, "Unless, that is, you don't have a performance."

She was the only student to take that art class so she was sure that she was the only art student here, anybody else would be a music student. she decided to wait before taking the steps to the back of the room where she felt so much more comfortable.

She shifted her weight from one fot to the other in impatience and looked as though she wanted to bolt it, music students were never her favourites anyway but she suddenly seemed under a massive spotlight. When she squinted up she realised her and her new accuaintance were thanks to some idiotic teen who was being trained in lighting and anbiance. Sarah groaned slightly before returning her attention to teh girl infront of her, Ceilu.