Mυѕιc Coɴɴecтѕ υѕ All (Echo)

[pipintan]

The music paused, as his head jerked up. The was a shuffle of feet, and the door was clicked open. "Oh...er. Hi," he said, his head poking out from the door, his hair messier than usual.

[~echo~]

"Hey.." she said. "Could I... come in? I'd like to listen to you play."

[pipintan]

Jareld paused, before hesitantly opening the door. "Sure...er, please come in."

[~echo~]

She came in, shutting the door behind them. "So, this is the music room." She paused. "I haven't been in music, really, since elementary school."

[pipintan]

He followed her in, closing the door softly. Well, now that his quiet space to think was intruded upon... Jerald watched her nervously, worried that she might hurt one of the instruments. "Oh, er, really? It...it's a nice place," he said lamely.

[~echo~]

Catrin looked at him. "Don't worry, I'm not a bull in a china shop," she said, frowning somewhat angrily.

[pipintan]

He matched his frown with hers. "I can't help it, rarely anybody comes in here, save for the lessons," he replied stubbornly.

[~echo~]

"Well, I won't hurt them. Plus, they can't literally be hurt. Only broken." She said quietly.

[pipintan]

Jerald muttered under his breath, not saying anything audible. "Right, sure," he finally replied. "So, er, what are you doing here?"

[~echo~]

"Just... thought I would like to talk to you a bit."

[pipintan]

He nodded hesitantly. "Ri-right. Er, hey there, I guess," he said, giving her a grimace.

[~echo~]

She smiled, but it faded after a minute. "Why do you act so nervous around me? I'm harmless."

[pipintan]

"I'm nervous around everyone," he replied, frowning, as he settled down on a chair. He strummed the guitar, quiet for a moment. "Everyone...everyone is just too random. There's no rhyme or reason to what they do... They're not like instruments," he finished quickly, sounding angry at himself.

[~echo~]

Cat nodded. "I see. Sorry. But, what I don't understand.... humans are human- we can't be perfect. Nobody can."

[pipintan]

"Of course, I know that," he snapped, messing his hair up with his hands in frustration, "and that's what annoys me: humans aren't as simple as instruments, there's no variable or tuning you can use to make them better."

[~echo~]

"Even instruments aren't perfect, Jerald," she said gently.

[pipintan]

"But you can make them perfect," he stubbornly said, "with some tuning, practice, determination, you can."

[~echo~]

"No. There will always be a mistake, something small, but always."

[pipintan]

He opened his mouth to say something, though closed it, looking furious. "I have never made a mistake, and if I have, I always fix it," he muttered.

[~echo~]

Catrin looked sad. "You practice too much. You should get out more often," she said frankly.