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Every truly cultured music student knows
You must learn your scales and your arpeggios
Liam had packed his stuff he had stopped working on the library and had almost vanished from what he normally did. He felt bad to leave his mother and father but they had given him the courage and taught him that he could fly on his own. He was not sure robin was coming along he had asked her and she seemed on the fence but he was going to take the lead.
He had bid farewell to his home a day or so ago and taken off. he was once a prince the son of the king but that was not his place. He wanted to make his own family and find his own way. If he ever went home it would be to be with his family again. He wore slightly torn cargo pants and a pirate like hat. he had left his mother a note and hoped that she would tell his father.
bi colored eyes looked out as he made his way through the land. He felt a slight bit of homesickness as he walked on. Soon he was upon a land which once held a pack. He had never known of this pack but the scent was just about gone. Well the land seemed plentiful, looking back on the path he took days a go he stood up prouder and moved forward. He was here and here he would be. He moved towards the man that he would call leader or at least one of them. Greeting sir He said bowing his head.
And not your nose
While you sing your scales and your arpeggios
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