Ah, the first day of a new school year, I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up, yawned, stretched, and then rolled out of bed.
In retrospect, it may have been a good idea to not take top bunk when we were calling dibs in the room.
One pile of sheets on the floor later, I was up and ready to go, having dressed the night before in my trademark dark jeans, black socks, and black shirt. Throwing on my (also trademark)black trenchcoat(Thin enough material to flap dramatically in the breeze, just like I like it, and let me tell you, it is HELL trying to find material that perfect.), I walked out the door, sending a tentacle of my aura over to my desk to grab my key to the room before the door closed.
Allow me to explain my power a bit, just in case you weren't paying attention before. I can create something called an "aura", and as long as I have the mental stamina and an idea as to how to do something, I can make almost limitless possibilities. For example, if I wanted to cover a lot of ground and had a tree nearby, I could make a tentacle of aura wrap around a branch, harden my trenchcoat into wings(hence why I like it thin), and basically make myself into one of those little glider toys I used to play with when I was a kid. Of course, like anything, this takes up energy, quite directly from my mind, at that. If I have too much going on or I break my aura(which is rather difficult, at least for those who try), it takes a LOT to keep it up, at least until I lessen my load or the damage repairs, at which point it takes very little toll. But now I'm just digressing. Flash forward a while, and I was finally walking through the halls of the dorms, before I remembered to grab my backpack from the room. Two flights up. This... was NOT my day. Throwing a whip of aura up the stairwell, I pulled myself up the stairs and swung over the rail, landing on my floor and dusting myself off.
As I was about to enter my room again, I heard what appeared to be Three Days Grace. Disgusted, I focused my aura into my hands and formed a bow, then the fiddle it went to(What were YOU thinking?). Tapping the strings to make sure they were tuned(just because I made the thing doesn't mean I made it perfect), I began playing a song I had fallen in love with a few years back. So that I could make sure I wasn't seen by anyone else, I stayed hidden by the stairwell, the light pulsing purple of my aura and pale grey hair(it's hereditary, shut up) the only indicator the someone was there. As I got into the song, I made a drum and a few other instruments behind me with an extension of the bow's aura. Because I didn't know how to play any of them, I just made the parts that needed to vibrate resonate with their parts in the song, thus giving the same result as the area I was in amplified all my sound.
"I won't blame the hurting on you, you left in the sweetest way...
I won't say that it's you, making me feel this way.
It's the heart, and the soul, and the body, and the brain driving me insane,
but the wind, and the land, and the fire, and the rain always stay the same...
Ai, ai, ai
Wanna roll with the wind, bringing distance to everything
Ai, ai, ai, whoa
Ai, ai, ai
Wanna sit by the fire and glance at the pouring rain
Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai..."
As I leaned against the wall in the alcove, continuing the song, the stress of playing several instruments at once began to give me a headache, but to piss off the guy playing TDG, it was worth it. He was lucky I didn't launch into one of my Irish songs. Maybe later at a party.
(Link to the song for those who haven't heard it. And shame on you for taking this long to get to it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxiDmCr3h7Q)