verdantdreams
Spacefarer
Sylvia stood up from her seat and hovered towards the podium with hands clasped together in front of her and her back straightened. She felt euphoric at the thought of teaching music and a little worried of her capabilities as a music teacher. Sylvia also mentally groaned at the prospect of not-so-serious students, picking her class just because it's 'easier'. Sylvia smiled at the audience as she stopped at the podium, pushing any worries aside.
"Thank you, Mr. Thorn," she said, throwing him a quick nod and smile before turning back. "Hello students. I'm Miss Sylvia and I will be teaching music. I thank those who have chosen to take my class and I'll be looking forward to teaching you. Introductions and thank yous aside, I'd like to say a few things about the subject I teach. Music is a subject that revolves around practice. Yes, talent may give you an edge. However, even the most talented still practice for hours on end. It's a long and hard road to be as masterful as Beethoven or Vivaldi, but rewarding nonetheless. That is all. Thank you."
Sylvia drifted back towards her chair and sat down, gesturing for Oliver to continue on.
"Thank you, Mr. Thorn," she said, throwing him a quick nod and smile before turning back. "Hello students. I'm Miss Sylvia and I will be teaching music. I thank those who have chosen to take my class and I'll be looking forward to teaching you. Introductions and thank yous aside, I'd like to say a few things about the subject I teach. Music is a subject that revolves around practice. Yes, talent may give you an edge. However, even the most talented still practice for hours on end. It's a long and hard road to be as masterful as Beethoven or Vivaldi, but rewarding nonetheless. That is all. Thank you."
Sylvia drifted back towards her chair and sat down, gesturing for Oliver to continue on.