Asher Black simply hated organized activities. He loathed having been forced to join one of the schools many activities and he hardly ever showed up to band meetings even though music was one of the few things that he was passionate about. So why in the world was he in the band's practice room, alone, on a Friday afternoon? It wasn't some reason like he was meeting someone there or anything. The reason was actually rather simple; that room had the best acoustics in the entire school.
He was sitting atop of a desk, his legs resting on the chair in front of him, with his bass guitar in his hands. A music notebook and a pen were beside him. He was plucking at the strings and tuning it every few seconds until he settled on the right sound and he started strumming. Playing guitar relaxed him and well... His cigarettes had been confiscated again during his last class of the day and he had been in no mood to return to his room in order to find another pack. He had been closer to the music room anyway, so he had headed here. He kept one of his basses in here just in case he was forced to enter the room or anything so he had simply undone the lock on the guitar case and taken out his precious instrument.
Why was he in such a bad mood? Well, there wasn't any real reason. He just was in one of his moods. His clothing didn't denote this fact at all, as usual they were a bit interesting. He had thrown on a white button up shirt, a pair of skinny black jeans, a black tie, and several of his usual black bracelets. And on his feet were a pair of bright orange Converse. One of Ash Black's usual outfits. Looking at him strumming on his bass, nobody would ever even suspect that Asher was in a mood.
Now, Ash's moods weren't necessarily bad things; they merely were times when he felt out of the norm. Times when he didn't feel like goofing off and irritating people. Times when he wasn't in the mood to go find someone to fool around with. And yes, although these moment did occur they occurred very rarely. Why was he in one of his moods? Oh no reason other than the fact that he was. Why the hell did emotions need a reason? They weren't reasonable things.
The male played a few chords and then nodded, placed his instrument on his knees, and picked up the pen and started to write in the notebook, chords and lyrics. "Let me paint you a picture..." he paused for a moment as he thought. "A picture that I'd know that you'd like. I'll--" He picked up his guitar and played a few more chords here. "--let the colors run." He muttered few other words beneath his breath, but it was these words which he wrote down in the notebook.
He started playing a bit more on his guitar and added in some words as he played, trying to see if they would work out. Occasionally a small smile formed on his lips, showing his pleasure with himself. Songwriting was one of the most pleasing things ever although it was something he hardly ever did, except when he was in one of his moods. Suddenly, Ash heard a noise from behind him and he stopped playing suddenly and turned around to see what the disturbance was.
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Who he saw surprised him. Why in the world wasn't she being a good little girl and heading to class? Oh wait... This was Aura and everybody did pretty much whatever they felt like, within reason. And this was Phi. Sure, she was a bubbly girl but bubbly didn't always mean that she played by the rules and did everything that was expected of her or went everywhere that she was supposed to be.
Not one to be embarrassed, Ash contemplated playing some more. However, now he had company. Company who he actually did not mind. So, what would it be? Communication with another human being or music? It was a conundrum. One that could be easily remedied. Ash closed the notebook, keeping the pen in place so that he would be able to find it at a later point and then tossed it on the desk in front of him. He picked up the guitar and started to strum some more, but not sing.
"Hiya Phi," he greeted her as he looked down to adjust the tuning again. "You know, if you continue to ditch classes you may end up like me." He continued playing and looked her up and down. Nice outfit, if he did say so himself. She looked good in blues. But then again, she was one of the few people he knew who appeared to him as they did to other people (he had seen in some of her photos). She was perfectly balanced; a little bit good and a little bit bad. Because of that, he needed no power to see her true form. The entire world did.
Now, when seeing her true form to be both bad and evil, it didn't mean that she was a bit pretty and a bit ugly. No, rather she just appeared as she normally would because she was exactly how she had been created to be. Only those who passed their point of goodness or badness, which had been predestined, had warped images in Asher's eyes.
He played another chord and stopped it with a drum of his hand against the instrument. "Phi, do you play any musical instruments?" He had never thought to ask her before. He couldn't help but wonder why it had never crossed his mind before. Oh well, he was doing so now.