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Dekonic
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Adjusting to a new life was never easy, especially with an odd accent in a different country. He spoke next-to-no French but was expected to fit into this school like a book on a shelf. As if. Alexander stirred from his bed, having gotten just enough sleep to function on his first day. He dressed himself sloppily wearing loose fitting jeans of a slate color with a mismatched pair of socks hidden by worn out Adidas shoes. His top was plain and blue, hair frizzled and wild though that didn’t much matter to him. He’d be the spectacle of everyone’s eyes no matter how he dressed. “Bye mum.” His accent was thick as he waved to the older blonde before exiting the small one-bedroom flat they could barely afford on the outskirts of Paris.
His school was a bit of a trek, no less than a mile’s walk, though it was a money-saver and that was crucial to the Wilkins’ family survival in this strange land. His mother, Darla, had taken a job for the Paris government working as some sort of secretary. Details were never something Alexander ever pondered on, rather he took life as it came. He grew up poor and misfortune but he also learned that money wasn’t the key to happiness and as such, he was generally a happy bloke. The outback’s of Australia offered many adventures for cheap, even free if one knew where to look and how to go about the whole ordeal. He plugged earbuds into a secondhand phone he had bought on yesterday with the last bit of savings he had. The rest of his hard-earned money went towards his musical instruments.
The instruments were his life, and without them he’d be a talentless slob. The second he picks up a sax or keys the piano magic just seems to happen. A naturally gifted genius in that regard was half the reason this school allowed him into their system. That and his mother scrounging every damn coin she could to afford the entry fee. He sidetracked himself with the sights, turning up to the school, named something he couldn’t begin to even pronounce, late.
Not a good start, nevertheless he entered and went about his day the best he could. The stares he received throughout the day, rather unwarranted but accepted. Alex did his best to blend in but every damn class wanted a presentation from him. The typical new-student procedure. Several times people giggled at his annunciation of words and strange accent. He dreaded social interactions enough to avoid them entirely, though school was something a kid growing up just couldn’t avoid. He found safehaven in his last class, Advanced Studio Band. The stares and giggles came once more but the second he started playing it was clear his skill was already past his peers. This earned a few sneers from less-talented cretins but he didn’t care, this was his life.
Following the class, Alexander quickly packed up and headed for the door only for the instructor to stop him in his tracks, pulling him to the side. “You’ve got talent, kid.” His accent strange and the words annunciation were hard to understand but the universal sign of kindness was not lost on the boy. “Uh, thanks…” The professor noted his lack of social skills and opted to simply pat the boy’s shoulder and offer some help. “Feel free to use the band room, adjusting can be hard.” Alexander’s eyes lit up, immediately returning the Piano as his instructor left with a request of the boy to lock up when he lift. It wasn’t long before Alexander found himself in a land of his own, intricate keystrokes of slow song taking him to a land of happiness.
His school was a bit of a trek, no less than a mile’s walk, though it was a money-saver and that was crucial to the Wilkins’ family survival in this strange land. His mother, Darla, had taken a job for the Paris government working as some sort of secretary. Details were never something Alexander ever pondered on, rather he took life as it came. He grew up poor and misfortune but he also learned that money wasn’t the key to happiness and as such, he was generally a happy bloke. The outback’s of Australia offered many adventures for cheap, even free if one knew where to look and how to go about the whole ordeal. He plugged earbuds into a secondhand phone he had bought on yesterday with the last bit of savings he had. The rest of his hard-earned money went towards his musical instruments.
The instruments were his life, and without them he’d be a talentless slob. The second he picks up a sax or keys the piano magic just seems to happen. A naturally gifted genius in that regard was half the reason this school allowed him into their system. That and his mother scrounging every damn coin she could to afford the entry fee. He sidetracked himself with the sights, turning up to the school, named something he couldn’t begin to even pronounce, late.
Not a good start, nevertheless he entered and went about his day the best he could. The stares he received throughout the day, rather unwarranted but accepted. Alex did his best to blend in but every damn class wanted a presentation from him. The typical new-student procedure. Several times people giggled at his annunciation of words and strange accent. He dreaded social interactions enough to avoid them entirely, though school was something a kid growing up just couldn’t avoid. He found safehaven in his last class, Advanced Studio Band. The stares and giggles came once more but the second he started playing it was clear his skill was already past his peers. This earned a few sneers from less-talented cretins but he didn’t care, this was his life.
Following the class, Alexander quickly packed up and headed for the door only for the instructor to stop him in his tracks, pulling him to the side. “You’ve got talent, kid.” His accent strange and the words annunciation were hard to understand but the universal sign of kindness was not lost on the boy. “Uh, thanks…” The professor noted his lack of social skills and opted to simply pat the boy’s shoulder and offer some help. “Feel free to use the band room, adjusting can be hard.” Alexander’s eyes lit up, immediately returning the Piano as his instructor left with a request of the boy to lock up when he lift. It wasn’t long before Alexander found himself in a land of his own, intricate keystrokes of slow song taking him to a land of happiness.