The Tip of the Iceberg.

[Angelica Jones]

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Angel moved about her new classroom. One of her two adjoining classrooms was more like it. Currently she was moving about the choir room, her voice filling it as she peered through sheet music. Mozarts Ruhe Sanft surrounded the air, giving it life. Giving it purpose. She smiled to herself, setting each chosen piece in a specific pile as the castaways returned to their rightful composers pile. She was in high spirits, finding this new school more than she had bargained for. She hadn't known, at first, that the school was a place for Mutants. The fact that it was, and she had her dream job? This place was paradise. She stood, crossing the room to pull out the risers for the next day. Classes would soon begin and she could not wait. Already Angel had chosen songs for the beginning level students.

She had also placed a notice on the door of the choir room for tryouts to be placed in her other Choirs. Chamber, Jazz, and Chorale.

Pulling the risers out and making sure they were steady. She stood at the top of them, running her hand over the back bar. Still singing she did a soft turn and walked diagonally down the carpeted risers. She glided back to the piano and her sheet music, sitting behind it to play a few notes of the aria she was enjoying far too much. But for once she felt she had the right to be so happy. One: She no longer had to worry about finding a job to pay for her apartment. Two: She no longer had to worry about that apartment. Three: She finally had her dream job. With a smile she rose once more, reaching into the boxes that sat quietly at the feet of the piano; each labeled with the name of a composer.

She was a little bummed that she hadn't had a chance to gather more sheet music, but for now she would make due with her personal compilations. Soon enough she'd order more professional arrangements for her classes.But for now these would do just fine. Her aria ended and she grinned to herself, pretending to bow to an imaginary audience before humming a new tune. Pulling a pen from behind her ear she placed a mark on two more sets of sheet music before setting them in their respective piles and sitting back down behind the brand new beautiful Grand Piano. Her fingers lightly danced over a few notes of one of the possible songs for her beginners Choir.

Her eyes closed a moment, enjoying the feel of the ebony and ivory beneath her fingers. She hummed along, her shoulders rising with each crescendo. This was living. Right here. Right now.

[Julian Keller]

Julian had been wandering the hallways of the Mansion in the vicinity of the classrooms for the better part of the last hour. In his past schools he had made sure to know where the blind spots were from doorways, security cameras, and everything else. Not to mention quick places to duck out of sight and the location of the bathrooms and everything else. Not that the Californian was cursed with a tiny bladder, but bathrooms made convenient emergency hiding spots. They made convenient places for other activities of a more amorous nature as well.

We was just wandering past the music rooms, without any real intention of stopping when the sounds of music reached his ears. Was that music? It was kind of hard to tell. Still, when he heard a female voice from inside the room the dark haired teen couldn't resist taking a quick second to peek in.

Hold the phone.

If that was the music teacher then Julian would definitely be joining the choir. You could take that to the bank. The redhead had a chest tat was probably illegal in forty-seven states. Poking his head back around the corner he looked at the notice posted outside the door for tryouts. The teen thought about things for a moment and worked on formulating a plan. He harbored no illusions about bagging the woman, she was a teacher after all.

Still, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the view, right?

With what he hoped was a rather shy and unsure smile plastered to his face Julian stepped around the corner, through the doorway, and into the classroom. "Uh, excuse me," he said, moving in the direction of the piano and the red headed teacher at the bench.

"I was thinking about trying out for choir," he began, trying to sound unsure of himself, quite a feat for someone as competitive as Julian. "But, I've never really sung before and... don't really know what to do and since you're here..." He trailed off and waited for the woman to connect the rest of the dots.