(I'm only doing the ones I know since I'm too lazy to go search the others up)
LAAAAAAAAAAaa LA LA LAL LA AAL LALALaAaalAALALAA IM THE FIRST ETUDE RESPECT ME C MAJOR IS AWESOME OH and don't forget endless runs and arpeggios I SHALL DESTROY UR FINGERS C MAAAAJJJJOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
SADNESS BEAUTIFUL MELODIES VOICING!!!!!!!!! lyrical melody harmony bUT WAIT AGITATION RAGE RAGE RAGE MORE RAGE RAGE DISSONANCE and more calmness and beautiful melodies um *fades away*
all BLACK KEYS BECAUSE YOU DON'T NEED YOUR RIGHT HAND THUMBS ANYWAY and lets just put chords in the left hand just because ALSO I DON'T REALLY CARE IF YOUR HANDS ARE SMALL OR NOT BRILLIANT OCTAVES AT THE END!!!! (I played this piece for a while...and my hands were smaller back then so ugh the octaves)
Accidentals will mess your entire brain up AND ACCIDENTALS AND MORE ACCIDENTALS OH AND I'LL INFLICT TWO VOICES IN ONE HAND REMEMBER TO VOICE AND PLAY THE ACCIDENTALS!!!!
I want to be a rebel so let's just make this a sped-up typical-Chopin-nocturne-style-arpeggiated left hand HOWEVER THE RIGHT HAND MUST HAVE OCTAVES AND GOOD MELODIES AND STUFF and F minor
Rage rage rage anger RAGE REVOLUTION MY COUNTRY NOOOOOOOOO BUT FORGET IT I'LL MAKE YOUR LEFT HAND SUFFER AND MAKE YOU REGRET THAT YOU WERE BORN WITH A LEFT HAND dotted rhythms and I'll make you love this piece but hate to play it jUMPSCARE OPENING
“Laurent had appeared beneath an archway. Damen’s breath left him in a rush as he took him in: Laurent stood beneath the smooth white stone, the tangle of vines and wisteria matching the laurel that was balanced delicately atop his head, the rich green leaves gold-tipped. His hair was woven into a long braid that went diagonally across the back of his head and ended resting over his bare left shoulder, elegant as spun gold. He wore a white chiton with gold embroidery that resembled Damen’s, neither garment more elaborate than the other, though Laurent’s had a long overfold that flowed from the clasp of royal vermilion at his shoulder down to the backs of his knees. The soft twilight made him breathtaking, his pale limbs bare.
When Damen met his gaze, Laurent smiled, a genuine, joyful expression, nothing repressed or held back, and Damen’s heart moved in his chest. Laurent’s blue eyes were shining and looked nowhere but at him. Damen felt a little stunned.
Laurent came to stand before him and Damen thought, he will always be mine. Laurent’s smile had softened, the expression startlingly gentle, and his hands came up to cup Damen’s cheeks, thumbs brushing away the wetness there. If not for the emotion in his chest, Damen might’ve flushed. He hadn’t noticed that tears had come.”
On a rare occasion, I’ll get tired of looking at my computer screen and will attempt to handwrite notes while doing some textbook reading. And every time without fail, this is the result. This is one of many reasons I’ll never have pretty studyblr-like notes.