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[wantstobeasinger]

[Musa can be seen eyes closed as she holds up her flute, her most favorite instrument that she can learn. Hers fingers glided gracefully along the smooth surface before resting where they should be. Musa slowly opened her eyes and places the flute to her mouth. She seemed focused, ready for something as soon she started to play a tune, once she had never seen before herself, but she knew it was a tune of the world, a rhythm that she felt just by simply closing her eyes and listening for it. It was the heart of it, just like she hears feels the music in the heart of other, they just didn't know of it except her.

She continue to play, the music flowing through her as she soon hit the last note. Once it was over a smile graced her features as she put the flute down, reaching over instead o pick up a pen and paper as she started to write.]

People have a song in their hearts, a song that best describe them as a person. Yet... the people themselves are unable to feel this soothing music for themselves. I wonder if they did, would they understand themselves and their heart?

[She pauses, her eyes glancing down at the notes of music she had just written. A smile spreading across her face.]

Such beautiful music a world can have, it's soothing to the ears and the heart. Maybe I would travel more and discover the different music of each world.

[She soon looks on over to the device before it switches off.]

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[memoryreprieved]

[ Xion's at first not quite sure what the girl's going to do with the pole as she anchors it to her lips. But that sound that soon gives way, it's... well, it's something. She can't think of how to describe it other than beautiful. But even that doesn't seem like it's quite the word for it. By the end of Musa's demonstration, she's found that she's gone from holding her communicator in front of her to her ear instead.

She holds it away from her again now as she speaks softly. ] What is that...? That sounded... really...

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[wantstobeasinger]

What is what? The music?

[She has to wonder if whoever this was had never heard of music before. If so then she might just have to teach her.]

[memoryreprieved]

Yeah. I've... never. Well, I've seen someone play guitar before, but nothing like that. It sounds really... different.

[ She's at least not that much of a space cadet, but still. Okay, the most experience she's had is hearing Demyx jam on occasion. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

I'm playing what is known as a flute. people can usually play it with classical music, but it work on others as well.

[memoryreprieved]

A flute.. [ She nods at that although she can't be seen. Classical music? It's not something she's familiar with, but she has something else more in mind. ]

You said that... people have a song on their heart. One that would help them make them understand themselves better. But... why can't they hear it themselves if it's with them? [ She understands why she can't hear it, but to those who are whole? That... doesn't make any sense. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

I guess the answer is simple. They are usually too busy to just stop and ever try and listen.

[memoryreprieved]

So, does that mean... you can hear the one in yours? [ Yeah, so she's kinda nosy. But can you blame her? Is this part of what it means to have a heart? ]

[wantstobeasinger]

Maybe I already have, sometimes people don't notice. I can hear others if I focus, but maybe not my own.

[memoryreprieved]

It sounds like it must be really hard to do... [ Seriously, if she can't hear it and she knows about it and can hear the ones from other people? That just makes it sound that much more difficult. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

Never was able to do it until I finished school and got my diploma.

[memoryreprieved]

School? What's that?

[ Is she serious? Just maybe. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

School is a place where people go to learn.

[memoryreprieved]

And that's where you learned how to play... What other things can you learn there? [ Oh, yep. Twenty questions time. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

Depends on the school.

[memoryreprieved]

Depends on the school...? So, then... there's a school for each kind of thing you can learn?

[wantstobeasinger]

Well each school has one area they do more of than others, I guess you could say. They all teach a few basic stuff, but mostly focus on the main area.

[memoryreprieved]

I see... There must be a lot of schools out there.

[wantstobeasinger]

I only knew about three or four where I was from. Here there is only about one.

[memoryreprieved]

Really? [ So, then. She guess they didn't teach a lot of things. At least... not a lot of main-focus things- wait, what? ]

Only one? [ But then how do people learn a lot of different things? She supposes from other people. Still, there just seemed to be this emphasis on school being a good place to learn, especially with the way this girl plays, so she would really think there would be more. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

[She nodded slightly.] Yes, but this one teaches a lot to help the new students about the worlds and the history of them. or they try anyway.

[memoryreprieved]

The history of the worlds... [ That might have been nice to take back in HQ now that she thinks about it. A little 101. But at least she more or less managed. ] I guess with so many people coming to Traverse Town without knowing about them before, it makes sense.

[ Talk about brain break though. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

It does. Though I'm not sure if they even know what they're on about sometimes.

[Then again each world is so very different Musa can't put her head around it.]

[memoryreprieved]

You mean what they're talking about? [ She thinks on that a moment. ] Well... I guess if you've never been to other worlds before, it could be a little confusing...

[wantstobeasinger]

Plus they only know about as much as we do. Unless of course you look into the much deeper history for a living.

[memoryreprieved]

Well... You could always go see those worlds instead. I mean the gummi ships can take you anywhere, right? [ YOU CAN REBUILD (YOUR PERSPECTIVE). YOU HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

You'd need permission from the headmaster before you can do that. Although I have had a few trips before.

[memoryreprieved]

The headmaster... [ She's going to guess it's someone important. Their leader. Who else would they need permission from. But that still makes her wonder... ] How come?

[wantstobeasinger]

My guess is because they run the school, the students well being rests on them.

[memoryreprieved]

I... see. [ Well being. Well, that's a new one. At least to her. Like the Organization ever had cared for theirs. But then- this was a school. Something entirely unrelated. ] So... It wouldn't be too hard to get permission, would it?

[ Though she can't help but be a little relieved that she didn't go with the school option. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

If the head thinks ya cool and can handle it, he does. But if not and he thinks you're uncool then it's a big, no.

[memoryreprieved]

[ Wait, what? ]

But how do you know if you're "cool" or not? [ This is a serious question, yes. ]

[wantstobeasinger]

You just know.

[memoryreprieved]

I don't get it.

[wantstobeasinger]

You'll find out in your own time.