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\\I play the flute, the piano, and a little bit of drums though I'm still learning that
Dreampaw tilted her head. She could sing right, here right now, but she didn't want to. Funny how you can sing nice, and write your own songs to sing, but when the time comes to sing it front of people, you totally freak out. Life is like that isn't it?
She contented herself with humming a short tune from one of the songs she had made, singing along mentally as she looked at the music notes Hawk had in front of him. She could go and get her grass flute, which is a tube made of dried grass and twigs and small logs that she had fiddled with until it could produce different sounds, but she didn't want to miss any of the lesson. Why had she come so unprepared? That wasn't like her at all.
Oh yeah, she recalled. I'm hopelessly in love and I can't think straight. The she-cat gave a sigh of defeat. "Nice job." she said finally. "For everyone who sang and played, I mean."[/fancypost]
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