fandomhighdorms | The roof, Monday night

Nadia figured that if she was going to be in an actual band, she ought to be doubly sure she was practicing every day.

So she hit the roof, as she was prone to do, with her guitar and a song stuck in her head.

My friend assures me it's all or nothing
I am not worried - I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me for one time only,
Make an exception. I am not not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried - I am not overly concerned
With the status of my emotions
Oh, she says, we're changing.
But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live that
But, I'm sure theres something in a shade of gray
Or something in between
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean
My friend assures me it's all or nothing`
But I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
You try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to make
Yourself forget
To make your self forget
I am not worried
If it's love she said, then were gonna have to think about the
Consequences
She can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and.....
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering
For days she says.
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing
But I'm not gonna break
And I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not gonna bend. and I'm not gonna break and
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say as long as this is love...
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should just
Snap her up in a butterfly net-
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...
The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins change my mind
And every time she sneezes I believe it's love
And oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing
She's talking in her sleep-it's keeping me awake
And Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand it and
Oh lord. I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away. she dissappears, and oh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

Moody? Maybe a bit.

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God only knew why Conner was on the roof two nights in a row, but there you go. He showed up about halfway through Nadia's song and stood silently just by the door, listening, until she finished.

"Nice," he said as he got comfortable. "How's it going tonight?"

"Thanks." Nadia shrugged and started idly playing scales and things. "Okay, I guess. You?"

"Enjoying the last day of my summer vacation. No class for me until tomorrow." He watched her play for a minute, then asked, "Is that a requirement, or something? A guitar on the roof?"

"Not that I know of. But Pip's the one who taught me to play, and the roof is a good place to do it without disturbing too many people."

"Good point, especially since I don't know if anyone's living in the attics any more. I just keep hearing that the roof is, like, the brooding hot-spot or something."

"It's a good place for it." Nadia looked down at her guitar. "But it's a good place for happy fun, too."

"Like roof-jumping?"

"Heck yeah." Nadia grinned. "That's wayyyyyy too much fun."

"You guys scared the crap out of Agnes last night, doing that," Conner remarked. "I'm starting to think we should have some kind of 'Things You Need To Know About the Roof' pamphlet for the newbies."

"Oh, geez, I didn't mean to do that. Did you explain that we do it all the time?"

"I did. But I don't think it's gonna be easy to convince her that you're not crazy, now." Conner grinned. "Although you should've seen her face."

"I almost wish I did. I'll explain it to her when I teach her how to dance."

"Teach her how to -- oh, dance class?" Yeah, Conner was a little slow sometimes. Nature's way of compensating, perhaps.

"Well, I'm the TA there, but no, that's not what I mean. She doesn't think she can dance." From Nadia's tone, it's clear that she finds this idea just ridiculous. "So I'm going to teach her. One on one. Oh! We need more guys for some of the classes. Would you be willing to be a dance partner once or twice?"

"Me? Dance?" asked Conner dubiously. "I guess I could, yeah. When's class meet?"

"Thursday. Fifth period."

"Right." Conner wondered vaguely what he was getting himself into. "Just let me know when."

"I will, thanks!"

Zack made his way up to the roof. "Evening."

"Hey,"

"I'm not interrupting or anything?" Zack asked.

"Not at all. I'm just practicing a bit. Zack, right?"

"Yeah," Zack nodded. "...Nadia?"

"Yep. So how are classes?"

"My first ones are tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to them. How about yours?"

"Had my first one today. And I'm the TA for dance. Oh, hey, you wouldn't be willing to come in once or twice and be a dance partner for one of the girls, would you?"

Zack blushed, just a little. "If you think I can help."

"Great! I'll let el Mariachi know."

There might have been a bit of giggling over calling the teacher "el Mariachi". After all, for Nadia, it wasn't even a matter of "El means The! Heee!" She didn't have to think about it. El was The.

"We have a mariachi band here?"

"Yes. And a teacher who calls himself 'el Mariachi'."

Zack blinked. "I'd forgotten what my brain breakng felt like."

"It's good to have a reminder, sometimes."

"Indeed."

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