it's all I can do to get rid of this memory... so why does it keep coming back up?

"Party rock is in the house tonight, everybody just have a good time, and we gonna make you lose your mind, everybody just have a good time!"

This song had been stuck in her head all morning, and since everyone was getting annoyed of hearing her sing it, she decided to come up to the music classroom to just sing freely. But as soon as she entered the room, Damitrius immediately remembered her sister, who a few days before she was turned, came up here with her to sing and play some instruments. Mitri looked around the room, feeling as though her sister, her old sister, was still there waiting to sing with her, to teach her to play the instruments better. But she knew those days were gone, Alexis had graduated and she was a werewolf. She would never be the same again.

Damitrius started to sing those same lyrics again, over and over, as she walked toward the center of the room, as she often did with her sister, and she stood in the middle singing and occasionaly twirling around as she danced to the song. Soon though she got tired of singing the same song and of dancing, so she took a break and she drank some water, before she crossed over to the piano that was in the room. She sat down on the stool in front of it and she thought about what song to sing and play to... there weren't many songs that she knew that had many piano parts. Finally, though, she remembered one song that she loved, and that had many piano parts in it... It was basically all piano.

"Skies are crying, I am watching... Catching teardrops in my hands... Only silence as it's ending, like we never had a chance..."

She began to sing, her mind focused on how the voice was supposed to sound, and how the piano runs went. Mitri always found it especially hard to sing this song, mostly because it was the song she always sang with her sister, but because she coulsn't hit some of the notes, and the ones she could, she could only hit because Alexis had shown her how to get her voice up so high to reach the notes. She sighed and stared at the piano keys, before she started playing again, from the beginning, and she said the same lyrics again, this time not stopping at the end of that set of lyircs.

"Do you have to make me feel like, there's nothing left of me... You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am... like I'm made of glass... like I'm made of paper..."

Normal day, for the first time in a LONG time, Rhys actually felt well rested, her sores weren't so bad today, and she didn't look like she might keel over from sleep deprivation, or lack of food, she actually looked like a normal person, her hair was done up nicely, her clothes were ironed and pretty, and she was strolling. She didn't have homework, and she just felt the need to get out and walk, she would have gone on a jog, but it was to cold outside, and she had already been on one that morning around the seventh floor. Rhys was humming to herself... badly. She couldn't sing.. at all, but she liked to pretend she could. It was a few minutes before she realized that she wasn't actually hearing herself singing, it was someone else.

Rhys froze and listened hard for the sound of the voice. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, how could anyone sing like that?! Rhys tiptoed around the corner and peeked into the classroom. A girl was sitting at a piano, and she looked very very upset as she played and sang. Rhys couldn't help but stare though, how did she do that?! Whenever Rhys tried singing.. well the notes came out all wrong, and the speed was all weird, she was always a bit fast, and she couldn't hit a single note.. so here was this girl, singing beautifully, like it was nothing. Rhys couldn't help it, she had to ask. So pushing open the door and stepping in, Rhys took a look around. "How do you do that?" She asked pointing at the girl and staring. "How do you make the notes all come out the right way and in the right order, and at the right pace? Huh? I've been trying my whole life, and I can't sing worth shit! Tell me how you do it"! She demanded, putting her hands on her hips and staring at the girl.

"... Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground... Like a skyscaper... Like a skyscraper!"

She had continued to sing, that is until someone, younger than her by the looks of it, had walked in and demanded to know how she sang the way she did. Damitrius stared at the girl, surprised and a little annoyed at the rudeness of the younger girl. She looked down and shook her head, letting out a small, short laugh. She laughed at the girl's comment about how she had tried for a long time and she couldn't get the notes to come out smoothly... as she did. "It's simple really. There are two ways to this." she started. "Either, you are born with this talent, or you get someone to teach you to sing." she said. "But mind you... the second one is harder than it sounds. Not everyone wants to be a teacher to those who can't sing." she laughed. She shook her head again, and she looked back down at the piano... and began to sing again.

"As the smoke clears, I awaken and untangle you from me... Would it make you feel better, to watch me while I bleed? All my windows still are broken... but I'm standing on my feet!"

She stopped singing for a moment, and looked up at the girl, smiling slightly. "I was born with the talent... but I was also taught to reach some notes that I couldn't before." she told her, thinking of her teacher. Almost smiling at the fact that it was hr sister who had taught her. But then she remembered that it only took a few days to ruin that happy memory of her and Alexis... It only took one moment to change her forever...

Rhys strode across the room and sat down right next to the older girl, watching her as she sang. "Not fair.." She said frowning, glaring at the keys. "No matter how hard I try.. I could never sound like that... I want to.. but... well.. it would hurt your ears to hear me sing.." She said with a soft laugh, running her fingers over the keys, but not pressing any of them, wishing she could do what this girl did. "but.. you can learn how to play instruments right? Like... the piano.. and.. and.. violins and stuff?" She asked slowly, "Do you play anything else besides the piano?" She asked, trying to make herself not look so.. demanding. She really had sounded mean when she first entered, and she felt bad now.

"So you just.. could? Is there no hope for me then?" She asked looking up at the girl and then sighing. "Sorry.. I'm Rhys... Rhys O'Neill... I erm.. just heard you singing.. and thought that maybe you COULD teach me or something... make my voice sound pretty like yours.. and then.. I wouldn't feel so weird when everyone else is singing and I sounds like crap." She said frowning and pressing the highest key on the piano listening to the high pitched note.

"You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am. Like I'm made of glass... Like I'm made of paper! Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscraper... Like a skyscraper! Oh-oo-oh!"

She sang, her voice sounding more confident and assuring, as she sang this part of the song. This particualr part, was one that needed her voice to sound the way it did, it needed to sound sure and fierce. Just like it did now. Not wanting to make the girl feel any worse than she did now, she lowered her voice until it faded into a hum, and then eventually into nothing. She looked the younger girl and sighed. "You don't have to feel bad about the way you sing. You shouldn't care about how anyone sees you because of how it comes out. What matters is that you like and that want to sing. Nothing should stop you." she smiled at her. "I'm not really a good teacher for singing, but with instruments I can teach you how to play them." she said softly. "I don't just play piano, no, I play drums, guitar, violin, flute, and piano, obviously." she laughed.

"It could be hard to larn though. And once you start you can't quit. Then maybe if you learn to play an instrument, I can teach you to sing." she suggested. "It all leads into one another, and instrument sounds good on it's own, but it won't amaze you unless a voice accompanies it, believe me." she smiled gently at her. "It's alright." she smiled. "I'm Damitrius D'Eath. But you can call me Mitri." she told Rhys. "I can't promise you anything, but am willing to help you learn. But the results might not be what you expect." she said. Mitri didn't want the girl to get her hopes up, just because she would be helping her.