UsernameEmailRegionInterestAOL IMICQ IDYahoo! IDMSN IDJabber

Part IV

Third person writing sample:

At first, the muffled sounds of the piano in the other room hadn't bothered the young professor. In fact, he had faintly enjoyed the fact that someone was learning to play an instrument that he very much loved and had thoughtlessly hummed along with the warm-up scales. It wasn't a complicated sound, something soothing, and it allowed him to jump right into his paperwork without having to unpack the CD's that would eventually line one of the shelves of his office. But soon, the scales faded away and tumbled into a disjointed and grating attempt at melody.

He suspected it was supposed to be Ode to Joy but he couldn't be sure with all the sour and wrong notes.

It left no room for Itachi to concentrate. He would lapse for a moment, when the player knew a measure just well enough to catch the actual tune, and tap his free hand on his desk only to cringe visibly when a wrong note was hit, sending an irritating line of ink across whatever he was working on.

Consequently, several of some rather important documents had stuttered pen slashes across them.

Dear gods, why was his office not sound proofed? All sense would dictate that it would be-musical instruments are certainly not quiet and a man needs quiet, especially in his office, to work.

He rubbed his forehead, knowing the lesson couldn't go on much longer, and tried to decide whether to stay in his office or move out to a campus bench temporarily. However, the threat of passerby chatter annoyed him more than bad musical skills. And it wasn’t something he would like to have to consider in the coming years.

And would be an impossible way to give any lessons he was contracted to do. He would be doing a disservice to his students to allow terrible Piano to shadow whatever they were trying to play.

He grunted, hand still on his forehead. Of course, as time went on, this particular player might get better or Itachi could just schedule these noisy times to be his office hours.

So he could…work…work…

He reached out to grab his desk phone and punched in the extension to the woman who had repeatedly told him, upon their initial meeting, that she was the person to call if he had any questions while settling in.

“Hello? Yes this is Uchiha Itachi-Oh, yes, yes.” He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose as the student playing the piano tried to fix their bad playing by being louder. “Wonderful, thank you… Actually, I’m calling to ask about sound proofing my office… 443?” He dropped his hand away from his face to scribble on a yellow sticky note. “Yes, thank you. I will let you know. Yes. Yes. Okay. Bye.”

For whatever the reason, that woman never seemed to want to let him off the phone. Sighing, he hung up the phone and then pulled it back to his ear so he could call the Facilities men.

From the other side of the wall, there was another series of slowed, off key notes. With some small amount of queasiness, he realized that it was definitely supposed to be Ode to Joy.


Other Notes: These are not really 'other notes.' They are simply notes-
-Itachi speaks fluent Italian.
-He is quite proficient at playing the Piano. And can play, though not as well as the piano, Guitar and Bass guitar. He can slog his way through the Violin and Clarinet if forced to.
----He can tune many instruments but knows how to actually play very few-see above.
-He loathes most poetry on principle and secretly enjoys catching theatrical productions.
-He as a desk gargoyle

Any Questions: Nopers!