urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:music_genius Erik Erik 2006-10-25T06:57:16Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:music_genius:1218 2006-10-25T06:57:16Z 2006-10-25T06:57:16Z Erik let out a sigh and placed the quill he was writing with on the desk.<br /><br />He lifted his hand to touch the white mask that was covering half his face, really wishing he could take it off right now.<br /><br />The moment that thought crossed his mind, he sprang up out of his chair. <i>No, don't think about...</i><br /><br />Sighing again, he thought that a cup of tea would be great. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:music_genius:897 2006-10-02T06:22:14Z 2006-10-03T11:08:47Z It was Monday morning, a rather cold and grey morning.<br /><br />Erik sat behind his desk, waiting for his students, even though it was still very early for them. His fedora sat on the desk, next to a page of sheet music.<br /><br />The music teacher read through the notes, lowly humming the melody he had just written last night. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:music_genius:440 2006-09-29T11:28:02Z 2006-09-29T11:28:20Z The tall man lowered his fedora, and checked to make sure his Punjab lasso was at his side under his black cloack before he opened the classroom door.<br /><br />This time, if anyone tried to steal his hat, take his mask, or push their violin bow into a classmate's nose, he would use his trustworthy lasso, HE WOULD!<br /><br />Or he would take them to the headmaster's office. Yes, being molested by the headmaster, a fate worse than death, Erik thought and shuddered.