People Are Stupid.
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People are stupid. That's a fact every person should know. Except a lot of people are too stupid to realize it. Like if a guy wants a moment of privacy then it should be expected that he gets it. He shouldn’t have to worry about people barging in on his peace that he deserves. He shouldn’t have to be concerned at all when he just wants to practice his hobbies without watchful eyes. An empty classroom shouldn’t be that hard to just stay out of.
That’s what Cory knew for certain, and he figured it was a silent rule that he wouldn’t (and couldn’t) be bothered or caught while practicing his violin.
That was his big thing, no one had to know that he played an instrument, a rather girly one at that. He didn’t need anyone telling him he was good, for he knew he was. He didn't want anyone asking him a billion questions, especially ones about him teaching them how. That's why he was currently in an empty classroom, pulling out his prized instrument when he was sure no one was watching.
It had been a gift from Lottie, well at least, sort of. He had been only nine years old when he’d received it for his birthday. His grandmother had bought it for him but it was all thanks to Lottie, one of the housing staff, that he had it. She had planted the seed in his grandmother's brain that any refined kid should own an instrument, and only the smartest and most talented could manage a violin. Cory had to agree with this though, he did have the tendency to think he was rather exceptional. The birthday present soon turned into a beloved hobby where he was practicing nearly every night. In order not to hurt his masculinity and outer perception, he was never vocal about his passion for playing. But he didn’t need anyone to hear him, just himself and the violin (and sometimes lottie) was enough. It was an understatement to say he was good, he was excellent, especially for his age. But that was the way Cory was, he excelled in everything he did because for him there was no other option.
After tuning the strings, Cory lifted the instrument on his shoulder and prepared the bow. He started by playing a long sustained note before shifting into a fast paced tune. His thoughts slipped away as he concentrated on sharp and fluid movements, not taking his mind off anything else until the song came to a close. He shook his head as he finished, mentally noting several weak spots. As he went to lift the violin again, he heard the door creak. He lowered his instrument and turned with an annoyed frown plastered on his face.
People are stupid. That's a fact every person should know. Except a lot of people are too stupid to realize it. Like if a guy wants a moment of privacy then it should be expected that he gets it. He shouldn’t have to worry about people barging in on his peace that he deserves. He shouldn’t have to be concerned at all when he just wants to practice his hobbies without watchful eyes. An empty classroom shouldn’t be that hard to just stay out of.
That’s what Cory knew for certain, and he figured it was a silent rule that he wouldn’t (and couldn’t) be bothered or caught while practicing his violin.
That was his big thing, no one had to know that he played an instrument, a rather girly one at that. He didn’t need anyone telling him he was good, for he knew he was. He didn't want anyone asking him a billion questions, especially ones about him teaching them how. That's why he was currently in an empty classroom, pulling out his prized instrument when he was sure no one was watching.
It had been a gift from Lottie, well at least, sort of. He had been only nine years old when he’d received it for his birthday. His grandmother had bought it for him but it was all thanks to Lottie, one of the housing staff, that he had it. She had planted the seed in his grandmother's brain that any refined kid should own an instrument, and only the smartest and most talented could manage a violin. Cory had to agree with this though, he did have the tendency to think he was rather exceptional. The birthday present soon turned into a beloved hobby where he was practicing nearly every night. In order not to hurt his masculinity and outer perception, he was never vocal about his passion for playing. But he didn’t need anyone to hear him, just himself and the violin (and sometimes lottie) was enough. It was an understatement to say he was good, he was excellent, especially for his age. But that was the way Cory was, he excelled in everything he did because for him there was no other option.
After tuning the strings, Cory lifted the instrument on his shoulder and prepared the bow. He started by playing a long sustained note before shifting into a fast paced tune. His thoughts slipped away as he concentrated on sharp and fluid movements, not taking his mind off anything else until the song came to a close. He shook his head as he finished, mentally noting several weak spots. As he went to lift the violin again, he heard the door creak. He lowered his instrument and turned with an annoyed frown plastered on his face.