Snippet #2275968

Hana hopped out of bed, smiling and taking her eager service dog's leash. She was ready to acclimate herself with the school, but more so she was simply excited to have the company of Zeal. He had a way about him that was shy and zealous at the same time; it was a lot like Hana herself.

"I'm ready. Can we see the music room first?" She asked. Hana was always ready to hear new music, learn note tunes and tricks. She devoured any music she came by, and as a result had a varied taste in music; Classical, eighties, western, old and new rock, anything that made her feel the music. Music to her was all about perspective. The way the music made her individually feel, and the way others interpreted it, was key, especially when she was writing a new composition. It was the easiest way for her to portray her feelings without tripping over her words or blushing.

"Do you like music?" Hana asked, bouncing slightly on her heels in suppressed excitement. She hoped that he did; Hana found that you could tell a lot about a person through the music they most cherished, but not always. One of her favorite pastimes was finding music for others that suited them and their preferences, but also giving them something new.