Winter Trance (open to all)

[enzair]

All rights belong to Lindsey Stirling she is a goddess of the violin

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in a large Gazebo Silva had set up a surround sound high quality stereo, he had a CD player with him along with a mini DJ set no bigger than a small electric piano, and with that he had himself a lovely violin equipped with a wireless transmitter so what he plays is also played on the stereos along with whatever else is already playing.

he flipped on the player and a few seconds later he began to play the violin. it was a dubstep music from his favorite musician Lindsey Sterling, and he did dance to it as well while playing, doing the dubstep she did. except he stayed stationary and added a few moves to the list himself more fitting for a males physique. The bass from the stereos traveled as clear as a whistle across the entire park.

this was one of Silva's many hobbies, he loved the violin in her style however he hated classics or country or that hillbilly shit. this from Lindsey Sterling is what he liked. Silva performed this with his eyes closed as to sort of lose himself into the music, for every cord he was on Que, as he practiced a LOT. he always fears he'll mess up a cord but luck seemed to smile on him with his performance today.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,border: #000000 solid 10px;][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][bg=4e4e4e] [style=font-size: 7.5px; color: #000000; font-family: verdana;text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px;]FOR EVERYTHING THAT COULD HAVE BEEN, WELL, AT LEAST WE TOOK THE RIDE. THERE'S NO RELIEF IN BITTERNESS...MIGHT AS WELL LET IT DIE.[/style][style=margin-bottom: -30px] [/style][style= background-color: #bbbbbb; width: 410px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 30px; font-family: verdana;] Normally, on freezing cold days, you’d find Siobhan hunkering down in her dorm with a book and her iPod. Not today, though...today she was on a mission. And the only way of making that mission more tolerable was to distract herself with a nice stroll through the park before doing the errands she told herself she had to do before School started back up. So she was headed to the post office, intending to post a letter to her brother, which had been sitting in her dorm for a couple of days, with the stamp affixed and the address written. Ignoring it was the easy part, but since it’d been sitting on her desk, she’d considered shredding it, burning it, burying it somewhere...everything but send it. The little voice in the back of her head told her that Jon would probably help her out, but she felt embarrassed to even be asking her big brother for help in the first place. She continued walking, her arms crossed and the letter concealed in the notebook she carried everywhere, which was tucked under her arm. She had decided not to take her wallet or her iPod with her on this trip either. She knew Maple Hollow had a seedy side, and she was just gonna have to get in and out quickly. Her phone was the only bit of tech she had on her, and even then it was just for emergencies. Siobhan was walking down a path she knew led her out of the park and into the town center when she started hearing something. Violins? She slowed her pace a little, and her ears couldn’t quite get a grasp on what was going on. What in the world...? she thought, a gazebo coming into view in front of her, no doubt the source of the noise. Someone was gracefully moving around the gazebo to the music, and it was then she realised that the violin was coming from him, and the dance music was coming from the stereo. Her solitary side was barking at her, telling her not to go up and ask what was going on, but she was far too intrigued to just be shy and hurry off in the opposite direction. Carefully stepping over to the stairs leading up to the gazebo, she just stood there, listening to the music and smiling stupidly. [/style][style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #8b8a8a; width: 410px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana;]×× words 404 ×× tags Silva ×× outfit Here[/style][style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #bbbbbb; width: 200px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: verdana;]credit goes to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/style]

[enzair]

At one time, silva went to see lindsey perform live, he only wished he had a backstage pass, his second best memory.

after he finished the song enzair turned around and noticed someone watching him, a little suprisedbut it doesn't matter now. it was a familiar face, he had seen her back at the academy whne she went up to the bell tower, he dared not follow due to his fear of heights but they never met, its doubtfull she had noticed him when she went in there that time.

deciding just to play around for aa moment silva said with a breif bow and arms apart violin in one hand bow in the other, "hello my fair lady, the name is Silva, friends call me Hawk," finishing with a breif laugh.

Its moreso his 'blood brothers' as he considers call him hawk. he had no idea how long she was watching him for, he never played infront of an audience. he was subtly nervouse did not know what she thought but with her 'stupid' smile on her face he figured she liked it, or was outright mean and mocking and would just try to down him with negative comments and names.

"So what brings you out here today?" Silva asced casually this time arms down to his side in a relaxed stance.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,border: #000000 solid 10px;][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][bg=4e4e4e] [style=font-size: 7.5px; color: #000000; font-family: verdana;text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px;]FOR EVERYTHING THAT COULD HAVE BEEN, WELL, AT LEAST WE TOOK THE RIDE. THERE'S NO RELIEF IN BITTERNESS...MIGHT AS WELL LET IT DIE.[/style][style=margin-bottom: -30px] [/style][style= background-color: #bbbbbb; width: 410px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 30px; font-family: verdana;] Siobhan continued to watch this curious performance, wondering to herself how this guy had stumbled across such strange music, and how it appealed to him. She felt her heart race a little bit when he spoke, unsure if it was because of the 'fair lady' remark, or if it was her timidness starting to creep back in. Whichever it was, it was weird. Not exactly uncomfortable...but weird. "Uh..." she felt herself start, before gently clearing her throat and starting again, "...Hi, Silva." She moved her gaze over to the Violin for a second and looked it over. It certainly was beautiful, and if she had any musical talent at all, she definitely would have considered taking it up when she was younger. Jon was the musician in the family, though. Jon, her stupid brother who lived in the big city, and managed to escape the wrath of her control freak parents. Lucky Jon. She shook her head a little, pushing the even more uncomfortable thoughts out of her mind. She heard Silva speak again, and her smile widened into a grin. Time to lie through your teeth here, Vaughn... she thought to herself. She stepped up into the gazebo, stalling on the top step, still smiling. "Oh, not much. Just thought I'd get out of my dorm for a while. Seemed like a nice enough day to go for a walk." She nodded and pursed her lips, like she was trying to convince herself that what she just said was actually true. "What about you? Do you give impromptu Violin recitals a lot?" [/style][style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #8b8a8a; width: 410px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana;]×× words 264 ×× tags Silva ×× outfit Here[/style][style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #bbbbbb; width: 200px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: verdana;]credit goes to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/style]