Music to My Ears (Rory)

[MIRIAM "EVA" ASMEROM]

Eva swung her arms back and forth as if stretching for a game. Yo, she was an athlete, alright? Standing still didn’t come easily to her. And Harrison had lectured her about so many different things that were bad for her muscles in the past that standing still for too long was probably one of them. She rolled her eyes as she surveyed this stupid little closet the music teacher had assigned her to, which was about as well-organized as a Level One’s gym locker. Seriously. The instant she’d opened the door to this stupid room she’d been assaulted with a tsunami of paper as it scattered itself every which way across the floor.

Fuck this stupid mess of sheet music. Had none of the previous section leaders ever found it necessary to arrange this stupid thing before? Had nobody in the world ever thought that just randomly stuffing sheet music into some arbitrary place in the closet might one day lead to organizational issues? God, people were so stupid.

Luckily, Miriam Asmerom was here to the rescue. She was the leader of the Baum Academy Band Trumpet Section, and as such, had determined that she was going to be bringing change to this sheet music closet. She was going to fucking revolutionize this music closet, and there was nothing that any of these dumb little bitches with their stupid-ass instruments and complete lacks of strength and ambition and intelligence were going to do about it. The era of Sheet Music Anarchy was over; the era of Sheet Music Organization began right now.

So. How to begin.

Eva scanned the clusterfuck of a closet before her, feeling the gears of her micromanager’s mind twist into overdrive. Oh yes. This was going to be a thing. This was going to be such thing. Eva squatted down and began to sift through the papers, sorting them into piles by composer. Once she had that all sorted out, she’d stick each one in a nice, neat little manila folder, and write the composer’s name on each manila folder in nice, neat purple sharpie, and then she’d alphabetize them on the shelves. Yes. This was a fucking brilliant plan. Why had nobody thought of this before?

”Bach, Beethoven, Mozart…” She whispered the names to herself as she tossed the sheets onto piles. This was going well already. Hopefully no stupid bigheaded band member would come and try to throw her off.

Thinking thinking
Talking talking

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[RORY THOMPSON]

Alright, this was a nightmare. Rory Thompson had been heading for the music closet when she heard rustling of papers. Frowning as she had set down her belongings by the piano -- which was her spot, by the way -- the brunette had proceeded to peek inside the closet when she was met with the sight of another student organizing the closet.

And she was organizing it the wrong way.

Normally, Rory was not an overly organized person herself. Which was probably why the band master had decided to assign someone else to clean it up. But that didn't give them any right to completely take over and start organizing an entirely different way. No. No, no, no, no, no. Not at all.

"Excuse me?" Rory said, watching as the girl started placing papers in entirely different sections than Rory herself had had them. "Um, what exactly do you think you're doing?"

The music was supposed to be organized alphabetically by genre, then composer. This girl seemed to be taking it entirely differently, placing it all alphabetically by just composer. How was anyone supposed to find anything in here with that sort of system?

They weren't. That was just it.

Ever since Rory had joined the jazz band, it had always been her job to keep the music closet tidy. Okay, so she was being a slacker for the past couple weeks, but everyone deserved a break once in a while. However, Rory didn't feel that meant someone else had to come in and intrude on her territory.

Yes, the music closet was considered her territory. Being the jazz band's piano accompanist, Rory had been given the responsibility. Therefore, she was the ruler of the music closet. Or at least that's what her sister had called it during a visit her sophomore year, when Rory had taken Nicolette on a tour through her different classes and activities. After that visit, Rory had decided her sister wasn't completely insane when it came to the idea, and adopted it mentally herself.

But now? It was like someone had decided to invade. Declare battle on Rory herself by coming into the music closet and completely taking over. Ruining her system of organization with their own idea. It was unacceptable.

STATUS # (meant to change this before) all done with this post!
TAGGED # eva; monica
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NOTES # let the catty fights begin
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