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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2009 23:06:38 GMT -5
Here is the music display room you can find what you are looking for.
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Post by steve on Apr 24, 2009 16:40:57 GMT -5
It was a cold day in Manhattan, and the wind was relentless. Steve usually didn't let weather bother him usually, but he found himself hugging himself slightly, his hands were jammed in his worn coat pockets, as he walked down the Manhattan street. It was a Saturday afternoon, and Steve's shift was over. What a day he picked to take a walk. But he had been tired of his little boarding room, with only cracks in the wall and a painting of an old sad guy he didn't even want in there. But it was the boarding house's furniture and he couldn't move it, so he had to stare at a depressed guy until he got depressed.
He didn't have a single thing to do. He was broke as it was and had stocked up on supplies just a few days ago, so he didn't have to go the store. Steve sighed boredly, a small frown on his face. The streets were basically empty, peaceful, but boring. It made sense though, who wanted to be out on a day like this. Steve dodged a piece of crate that the wind had picked up. He didn't think there were tornadoes in New York. Shaking his head, he spotted a qaint store, down the Midtown street. It looked fairly new, he didn't remember seeing a Mason's Music before. Shrugging, he thought, its better than the wind. Noticing it was a somewhat fancier store, he straightened his suspenders slightly, worst they could do was kick him out. The bell jingled over him as he opened the door and he turned to look at it with a slight scowl. He didn't precisely want his arrival announced. Stupid bell.
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Post by elizabethmason on Apr 24, 2009 17:26:32 GMT -5
Elizabeth sat, curled up, in a chair behind the counter, engrossed in the world of Pride and Prejudice. Lydia had just run away with Mr. Wickham when she heard the little bell above the door announce a new arrival. She placed a bookmark in her spot and walked into the main part of the store. The arrival, in question, was a boy who looked rather wind-torn. She suspected he had just walked in to get out of the horrendous New York weather, and wondered how she could help him.
“Hello, love. Can I help you with something?”
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Post by steve on Apr 25, 2009 11:08:53 GMT -5
“Hello, love. Can I help you with something?”
At the word Love, Steve stared at her for a moment, his blue eyes narrowed slightly. Then he shook his head and shrugged, cursing himself for walking into a fancy music store without thinking up so much as a fib as why he had walked in in the first place. He didn't want to tell her he walked into her store to avoid wind. That was a wimpy response. If a street rat could handle working all day long and being spat at by the privileged, it could definitely handle wind.
Steve wasn't very musical, when he had grown up in an old orphanage, he had always sneered at the other boys who had learned piano and did well in their studies. He had been the kid who preferred to not say a word and would just stare at his teachers, even though he wanted help. He really didn't want to be by himself, but he was too scared to let anybody in. he was confused and lost, but he acted like he knew exactly what he wanted. He was inwardly jealous of the other boys, who excelled in life and hoped to be adopted by a kind couple that would send them off to collage eventually. That wasn't Steve.
He put his thumbs through his suspenders, a usual habit and sighed, wishing he actually had a reason to be there. The lady looked nice, and she didn't seem to dispise the fact of him being in her store, but he didn't want to waste her time either. Steve hated time. He had all the time in the world when he wasn't working. Lonely time that dragged by.
He figured he should do something, at least look like he was browsing, or doing something productive. So he shuffled over to one of the violins and looked it over, he plucked one of the strings and it made an screeched slightly. He grimaced and covered his ears, before lowering his hands and giving her a sheepish look.
"Hehe whoops. Sorry."
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Post by elizabethmason on Apr 26, 2009 20:27:36 GMT -5
Elizabeth tried hard not to laugh as the boy shuffled awkwardly around the store. He looked out of place and she could only imagine how out-of-place he felt. "Perhaps you would like to try out the harmonica." She walked over to the wide variety of harmonicas and picked up a blue and black one. "It's easy enough to learn and it's portable. Not to mention in-expensive." She smiled at him, hoping she had offended or made incorrect assumptions. Another Newsie who had bought a harmonica from her only a few months ago, had come in the other day to show her how much he'd learned (well, that and for a free meal). 'Racetrack' she thought his name was. Elizabeth smiled at the memory and looked over at the boy.
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Post by steve on Apr 26, 2009 20:33:03 GMT -5
"Perhaps you would like to try out the harmonica. It's easy enough to learn and it's portable. Not to mention in-expensive."
Steve looked at the one she was holding with mild interest and came over to look closer at it. It sure was shiny, that's all he could think. He peered down at it like it would bite his hand off and asked, "How do you...is it...I've never played anything before. Not a single instrument. I don't got much talent."
Steve told her honestly, he wasn't a saint, but he didn't like to lie. So he told her straight off that he pretty much stunk at everything he tried. He still was interested by the little thing though, it just caught his eye...shiny and inexpensive, he guessed he could afford it, and it would give him something to do, he just still wasn't sure how good he'd be.
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Post by queenofqueens on Jun 6, 2009 17:30:15 GMT -5
Marha walked in the bell on the door jingling twice. once on the way when it opened the other when it shut. She looked around for a second looking for what she needed. She went over to look at a case of bows. She saw one toward the top that would be a perfect replacement for the one that was stolen. Next she looked around for the only instrument that could rack her body and soul. in a far corner of the room there was a beautiful cello. It was beautifully crafted all marha had to do was touch the swooping neck and she was entranced.
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Post by elizabethmason on Aug 26, 2009 18:33:19 GMT -5
Elizabeth shook her head and smiled. "Ninsense, I'm sure you have plenty of undiscovered talent. Everyone has to start somewhere and in my opinion it's never too late to learn something new." She plucked a thin paper book off the wall, then hesitated. "Can you read, hun?"
The bell over the door rang and she turned to see if the person who had walked in neded any help. The girl looked like she knew he way around a music shop, so Elizabeth decided to continue helping Steve until she was ready to check out.
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Post by benjamin on Sept 12, 2009 10:37:50 GMT -5
--New Day--
Benjamin had gotten lost on his way to Mason's Music. He'd had to ask someone three times where the store was, and he'd accidentally asked the same person twice. Finally, he found it, and as shuffled through the door he quickly remembered to take off his hat and stuff it in his messenger bag. He called quietly into the store, "M-Miss?" Oh, no, what was her name? Benjamin panicked momentarily trying to remember what Jack had told him. "Mason!" he exclaimed aloud, then realized his gaffe. "Miss Mason...are you here? I'm coming with a message f-from Jack. Er, Jack Kelly. You know. Manhattan...er, newsies..." H struggled to formulate the message in his mind. Come to...where again? He almost hoped she wasn't here so he would have more time to prepare...
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Post by elizabethmason on Sept 12, 2009 21:34:33 GMT -5
Elizabeth was up in her living quarters, doing dishes from dinner, when she heard someone enter her shop. She sighed slightly. It was 15 minutes till closing time and she had hoped she could close early. There were no shoes on her feet, but she decided the person downstairs wouldn’t mind. Or at least she decided that she didn’t care if they minded. Entering the shop from the door behind the counter, Miss. Mason saw one of the Manhattan newsies standing there looking nervous, worried, and out of place. “Jack sent you?” Now she was beginning to get worried. “What’s wrong, Benji? You look like you just ran the whole way here!”
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