Tenten supposed her time could have been better spent outside socializing with the other students. Or finishing the assignments that had been given to her on the first day of classes. It was supposed to be a nice day, after all. The sun was already shining and the temperature was at a balmy 70-75 degrees. And the quad area was always fit for study and/or conversing with her comrades. But as her fingers glided over the black and white keys, she could hardly bring herself to care much about anything else. It had been far too long and she had missed playing a little too much.
Breathing in deeply, she started with a basic C scale to warm up, before eventually shifting through other chords stored in her memory to keep her fingers loose and receptive to the pieces she would be playing in a moment. And as always, when the last chord was completed to perfection, she instantly moved into the first song. A small smile turned up the corner of her lips as the harmonic melody drifted and echoed around her against the specifically designed acoustic walls, bringing back good memories of her childhood when she closed her eyes and simply let her fingers recite the familiar notes.
The outside world could wait. For right now, this was where she belonged.
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