Viginette #23: Music

"You're here, Miresa...good." a black haired woman smiled as her auburn haired charge settled before the wooden music stand. "Let's review from yesterday: How should you hold the whistle?"

"Right hand resting on the top three fingerholes, the left hand on the bottom three." Miresa softly replied--deep down, she was still unsure of how well she had practiced the piece that was assigned the day before.

"And if your left hand is your dominant hand?" Her teacher's voice snapped her back to the present.

"Then you should have the left hand over the right." she replied, toying with the tiny gold end-blown flute in her hands.

"How much of the mouthpiece should you put into your mouth?" came the next question.

"No more than an inch." Miresa answered.

"What should the ideal breath for a whistle feel like?"

"A warm summer breeze."

Satisfied with Miresa's answer to her last question, the woman smiled. "Very good...now, play for me what I assigned you to practice yesterday."

Miresa sighed, and said the name of the piece, as was required before any music student performed. "Phantom Hymn." She gasped when she saw her instrument start to glow a pale pink, but she just waved this off as normal. No sooner had she started the first few notes of the tune, did she notice a few ghostly creatures dancing in the air before she abruptly stopped playing, making them disappear.

"What's the matter?" her teacher asked, concerned.

"Was it normal for my instrument to be glowing pink when I said the name of the piece?"

"Oh no--you may have somehow named a spell!" the teacher gasped. "It was a good then you stopped playing when you did, because I do not know if you would have been able to control the phantoms you summoned."