Akamatsuverse The Silent Bard
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Just wondering but would anyone have any idea about the entrance requirements for a musical course at uni
What do you have to pass to be accepted, because it would have to be different to the normal Todai entrance exam. Also he would have a different sort of study from Naru if he was aiming for a musical degree I mean he probably wouldn't go to the same cram school or have to do the same material.
So if anyone one does music in uni what did you have to do to be accepted?
What do you have to pass to be accepted, because it would have to be different to the normal Todai entrance exam. Also he would have a different sort of study from Naru if he was aiming for a musical degree I mean he probably wouldn't go to the same cram school or have to do the same material.
So if anyone one does music in uni what did you have to do to be accepted?
After some research I've encountered a slight problem.
The university of Tokyo or Todai has no traditional arts courses like music or painting, the most prestigious university for those courses is the Tokyo national University of Fine arts and Music or Geidai, how can I structure things so Keitaro is doing music which is what he's good at but still aiming to get into to Todai to fufill his promise.
The only idea I can come up with is that he already got in Geidai as a child prodigy but is still trying to get into todai's education course to become a teacher to fufiill the promise.
A bit boring I know but I guess that's why I'm asking for suggestions from you guys.
The university of Tokyo or Todai has no traditional arts courses like music or painting, the most prestigious university for those courses is the Tokyo national University of Fine arts and Music or Geidai, how can I structure things so Keitaro is doing music which is what he's good at but still aiming to get into to Todai to fufill his promise.
The only idea I can come up with is that he already got in Geidai as a child prodigy but is still trying to get into todai's education course to become a teacher to fufiill the promise.
A bit boring I know but I guess that's why I'm asking for suggestions from you guys.
Usually known as Conservatoires (UK English) or Academies of Music, the only one I heard about in Japan is the Toho Gakuen School of Music. Not quite sure if Toudai actually offers these types of courses.
For these Conservatoires, you usually have indicated your choice of instrument and go through an audition which is held once a year. You can also potentially be talent scouted during performances/competitions where you might get an invitation to join the university directly. Besides the audition, sometimes there is a theory test, sight reading test, it all depends on department. To give you a better idea, I am putting a link for Strings audition at the Royal Academy of Music in UK. You can easily check out other departments including the vocal department as necessary.
http://www.ram.ac.uk/study/selectadepartme...gs+audition.htm
Good luck!
Edit: Just noticed your latest post, I suggest you create a music section of Toudai and make a note that this does not exist IRL. Alternatively you can create a music university next to Toudai or something ;p
For these Conservatoires, you usually have indicated your choice of instrument and go through an audition which is held once a year. You can also potentially be talent scouted during performances/competitions where you might get an invitation to join the university directly. Besides the audition, sometimes there is a theory test, sight reading test, it all depends on department. To give you a better idea, I am putting a link for Strings audition at the Royal Academy of Music in UK. You can easily check out other departments including the vocal department as necessary.
http://www.ram.ac.uk/study/selectadepartme...gs+audition.htm
Good luck!
Edit: Just noticed your latest post, I suggest you create a music section of Toudai and make a note that this does not exist IRL. Alternatively you can create a music university next to Toudai or something ;p
You do realise that you're allowed to make up courses for things like this, don't you?
Even if the Real Tokyo University doesn't have a music program, we can pretend that it does in this fic.
I mean, does Toudai have a Culinary Arts program like I suggested in Let Them Eat Cake?
It's not like you're pretending that they're studying something completely made up like Magical Girl Studies.
Sorry if I seem rude - it's early where I am at the moment and I've got to leave for work shortly - but I'm trying to point out that we're not going to hurl abuse at you for misleading us into thinking we're going to be able to study music at Toudai, you know.
Even if the Real Tokyo University doesn't have a music program, we can pretend that it does in this fic.
I mean, does Toudai have a Culinary Arts program like I suggested in Let Them Eat Cake?
It's not like you're pretending that they're studying something completely made up like Magical Girl Studies.
Sorry if I seem rude - it's early where I am at the moment and I've got to leave for work shortly - but I'm trying to point out that we're not going to hurl abuse at you for misleading us into thinking we're going to be able to study music at Toudai, you know.
Heh... Depending on how you want to class it, yes. Sort of on 3 different real world references I found. Assuming they are corrent and I'm interpreting it right.
1. Department of Nutritional Science, Faculty of Applied Bio-Science, Tokyo University of Agriculture
2. I also found one reference of a real life individual supposedly going to Tokyo University for: Culinary Arts- major in Japanese Cooking at the Tokyo University
However, I was unable to confirm that anywhere else. A lot of the reference material I googled is in Japanese, and I cannot read it.
3. There is also apparantly some joint curriculum between the university of Brighton, and the University of Tokyo. I won't pretend to understand that, but in a PDF issued by both, it is possible to take culinary at Brighton.
1. Department of Nutritional Science, Faculty of Applied Bio-Science, Tokyo University of Agriculture
2. I also found one reference of a real life individual supposedly going to Tokyo University for: Culinary Arts- major in Japanese Cooking at the Tokyo University
However, I was unable to confirm that anywhere else. A lot of the reference material I googled is in Japanese, and I cannot read it.
3. There is also apparantly some joint curriculum between the university of Brighton, and the University of Tokyo. I won't pretend to understand that, but in a PDF issued by both, it is possible to take culinary at Brighton.
All through Hinata city a wave of good cheer and optimistic hope seemed to weave through the streets as people set aside their worries and gave things a chance, although if one could have mapped out the time and location of each event it would have correlated strangely with the confused wanderings of a lost young man who was only now gazing at the imposing steps to what he knew to be Hinata-sou.
Gazing silently up the hill, Keitaro Urashima age 19 took in the majesty of the setting as clouds drifted by under the warm afternoon sun, his green eyes soaking in the idyllic scene.
Green eyes were a throw back in his family when he had asked, only occurring every few generations, indeed the only other family member he had seen with the same eye colour was his great uncle. Although ægreenÆ would be a simplification of the complicated chaotic swirl of colour that were keitaroÆs eyes, shades and swirls of green, brown and grey seemed to move in them, his glasses ensured that few people knew about this though.
æI donÆt remember this many stepsÆ Keitaro thought to himself, carefully lifting his bags so he wouldnÆt knock it on any steps as he carried it up, æbut it canÆt be helpedæ his most precious possessions were in that bag and he had never felt comfortable letting someone else cart them around. Humming to himself he slowly climbed the stairs, the pleasant childhood memories attached to them flooding back.
Memories of playing with his promise girl and the sandpit where the precious promise to get into Todai had been made.
His first instrument and music lesson, the old heirloom family harp that his great-uncle had taught him how to play,
Learning how to bake pastries and cook from his parents.
Watching his uncles get together, talk, get drunk and then play and sing bawdy songs till his red-faced aunts scolded and called them in.
His school music teachers and the 4 way brawl that had erupted when they realised that he could only play one instrument in the school band. The disturbing memory of Ito-sensei wrapping her flute around Kobe senseiÆs throat as he knocked out Saito-sensei with a tuba and the look of panic as wizened old Suzuki sensei hefted a piano over his head to end the brawl.
æHappy timesÆ thought Keitaro as he reached the top of the stair, æNow I wonder what Granny called me here for?Æ
Gazing silently up the hill, Keitaro Urashima age 19 took in the majesty of the setting as clouds drifted by under the warm afternoon sun, his green eyes soaking in the idyllic scene.
Green eyes were a throw back in his family when he had asked, only occurring every few generations, indeed the only other family member he had seen with the same eye colour was his great uncle. Although ægreenÆ would be a simplification of the complicated chaotic swirl of colour that were keitaroÆs eyes, shades and swirls of green, brown and grey seemed to move in them, his glasses ensured that few people knew about this though.
æI donÆt remember this many stepsÆ Keitaro thought to himself, carefully lifting his bags so he wouldnÆt knock it on any steps as he carried it up, æbut it canÆt be helpedæ his most precious possessions were in that bag and he had never felt comfortable letting someone else cart them around. Humming to himself he slowly climbed the stairs, the pleasant childhood memories attached to them flooding back.
Memories of playing with his promise girl and the sandpit where the precious promise to get into Todai had been made.
His first instrument and music lesson, the old heirloom family harp that his great-uncle had taught him how to play,
Learning how to bake pastries and cook from his parents.
Watching his uncles get together, talk, get drunk and then play and sing bawdy songs till his red-faced aunts scolded and called them in.
His school music teachers and the 4 way brawl that had erupted when they realised that he could only play one instrument in the school band. The disturbing memory of Ito-sensei wrapping her flute around Kobe senseiÆs throat as he knocked out Saito-sensei with a tuba and the look of panic as wizened old Suzuki sensei hefted a piano over his head to end the brawl.
æHappy timesÆ thought Keitaro as he reached the top of the stair, æNow I wonder what Granny called me here for?Æ
æHappy timesÆ thought Keitaro as he reached the top of the stairs, æNow I wonder what Granny called me here for?Æ
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Nostalgia is a wonderful thing, bringing back fond memories of times past, except for when it clouds observation of important information in the present, like for instance a sign saying Girls only Dormitory, so with out this very important piece of information Keitaro stepped inside the halls of the Hinata-sou.
Keitaro let out a whistle, the two crisp notes ringing like a door bell through the empty halls, æthatÆs funny no one seems to be hereÆ thought Keitaro.
The last time he had visited and announced his presence in such a way, Granny express-freight-train Hina had barrelled straight through his parents and scooped both Kanako and himself into a hug before almost drowning them in wet sloppy kisses. Considering he was upright and dry she mustnÆt be here.
æOh well I may as well bring my stuff in, IÆll leave it in grandmaÆs room for safe keepingÆ mused keitaro as he walked up the stairs and towards where he remembered his grandmaÆs room was. Finding the room and flopping down on the tatami mats he let his mind wander to what possible reasons his grandma might have for calling him here.
Keitaro stared at the ceiling as he took stock of his life in an effort to come up with a reason why he had been sent for out of the blue. He was still trying to get into that combined Todai / Gedai Education/Music degree after two attempts already, his parents even understood that it wasnÆt really his fault he hadnÆt got in.
He thought back to his first attempt, he had decided to do classical guitar as his audition instrument, the initial theory exam had been easy, music had always made so much sense to him, and the scales and first audition piece had gone fine.
It was the second piece that had caused problems, his fill-in examiner had been Aizawa-san a homely if severely dressed lady in her late 20Æs, who had lately been finding the life of a single, highly talented violinist to be a lonely one. All the men she met were either intimidated by her skill or were after the prestige of dating a minor celebrity in the classical music arena.
So when Keitaro began his second audition piece things started to get a bit strange, why you ask, Keitaro played a Spanish Flamenco ballard. Full of passion and emotion, coupled with its exotic mix of cultural influences it began to have a profound effect on Miss Yuki Aizawa. She began to feel strangely warm and tingly, suddenly the highly professional business jacket, long dress and high button blouse felt strangely restrictive, she began to wonder why she always wore her hair in a bun.
Keitaro immersed in the joy of making music had no idea what was going on until Aizawa-san called a stop to the audition. Confused he had opened his eyes and wondered æHow come Aizawa-san is red and out of breath, I hope sheÆs not falling illÆ and as she walked towards him æI wonder why she just pulled her hair out of its bunÆ and then æWhat the hell!Æ as, Yuki Aizawa took the guitar from him, tackled him to the floor and attempted a to reach his tonsils with her tongue.
The commotion had drawn the attention of the other examiners and auditioners outside but they only managed to pry Aizawa-san off when Keitaro had fainted from lack of air and shock. She had then kiss tackled her fellow examiner and long time unrequited crush before recovering her senses and blushing red to her roots.
Needless to say Keitaro hadnÆt made it that year although he did get an invite to play dinner jazz at the wedding reception a few months later, where the happy groom had thanked him for whatever it was he had done that had led to this day.
His second attempt the year after hadnÆt gone much better, in an attempt to stem any such reoccurrence he had chosen the flute solo pieces, Grand Polonaise in D major by Boehm a demanding, virtuostic work and BachÆs Partita in A minor a masterpiece in the Baroque style, there shouldnÆt have been any reason for anything to happen.
The examiner that year had been a cantankerous German professor with the build of a bear and a beard you could hide a wolf in, renowned for being miserable, demanding and universally hard to please, indeed Professor Koertig was known to have sent prospective students away in tears from auditions. Again Keitaro had done well in the theory exam and the scales, all seemed well in the first piece as the difficult and demanding work by Boehm had seemingly impressed the normally abrasive German professor, again however it was the second work that caused problems.
As Keitaro played the deeply religious BachÆs Partita in A minor, Professor Koertig, proud and antagonistic atheist that he was had a religious experience. Was he really happy with where he was now, bitter, lonely, wantonly malicious?
Why did he derive so much joy by crushing the hopes of so many young musicians, where had he gone wrong all those years ago, he had been such a happy and helpful child the brothers at the old monastery school in his hometown had always said.
Keitaro played on oblivious to the deep soul searching and life revaluation going on beside him until a teary professor Koertig had stopped the audition and sent him on his way with such glowing audition comments, the university had investigated him to make sure bribery wasnÆt involved.
The investigation was never completed though, as he had heard that Professor Koertig had resigned and returned to his home town where he had joined the old monastery school as a monk and now taught music to the orphans there. (He and his metal bound bible were now also the symbol of terror for all miscreants and vagabonds in his hometown, indeed the phrase ôThe word of the Lord correctsö was often the last thing criminals heard before waking up in jail with concussion and cross shaped contusions)
No wrong doing was found but the university was always overly cautious, so Keitaro hadnÆt made it in that year either.
Sitting up keitaro resolved, this year he would make it, æI mean how bad could my luck beÆ before deciding æIÆll take a bath, that will take my mind off thingsÆ
This of course would later prove just how unlucky he could be.
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I'll probably move this to the previews thread so look there for the bath scene when i write it. Its funny it seems to get easier once you get on a bit of a roll. Again any tips or constructive criticism would be good.
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Nostalgia is a wonderful thing, bringing back fond memories of times past, except for when it clouds observation of important information in the present, like for instance a sign saying Girls only Dormitory, so with out this very important piece of information Keitaro stepped inside the halls of the Hinata-sou.
Keitaro let out a whistle, the two crisp notes ringing like a door bell through the empty halls, æthatÆs funny no one seems to be hereÆ thought Keitaro.
The last time he had visited and announced his presence in such a way, Granny express-freight-train Hina had barrelled straight through his parents and scooped both Kanako and himself into a hug before almost drowning them in wet sloppy kisses. Considering he was upright and dry she mustnÆt be here.
æOh well I may as well bring my stuff in, IÆll leave it in grandmaÆs room for safe keepingÆ mused keitaro as he walked up the stairs and towards where he remembered his grandmaÆs room was. Finding the room and flopping down on the tatami mats he let his mind wander to what possible reasons his grandma might have for calling him here.
Keitaro stared at the ceiling as he took stock of his life in an effort to come up with a reason why he had been sent for out of the blue. He was still trying to get into that combined Todai / Gedai Education/Music degree after two attempts already, his parents even understood that it wasnÆt really his fault he hadnÆt got in.
He thought back to his first attempt, he had decided to do classical guitar as his audition instrument, the initial theory exam had been easy, music had always made so much sense to him, and the scales and first audition piece had gone fine.
It was the second piece that had caused problems, his fill-in examiner had been Aizawa-san a homely if severely dressed lady in her late 20Æs, who had lately been finding the life of a single, highly talented violinist to be a lonely one. All the men she met were either intimidated by her skill or were after the prestige of dating a minor celebrity in the classical music arena.
So when Keitaro began his second audition piece things started to get a bit strange, why you ask, Keitaro played a Spanish Flamenco ballard. Full of passion and emotion, coupled with its exotic mix of cultural influences it began to have a profound effect on Miss Yuki Aizawa. She began to feel strangely warm and tingly, suddenly the highly professional business jacket, long dress and high button blouse felt strangely restrictive, she began to wonder why she always wore her hair in a bun.
Keitaro immersed in the joy of making music had no idea what was going on until Aizawa-san called a stop to the audition. Confused he had opened his eyes and wondered æHow come Aizawa-san is red and out of breath, I hope sheÆs not falling illÆ and as she walked towards him æI wonder why she just pulled her hair out of its bunÆ and then æWhat the hell!Æ as, Yuki Aizawa took the guitar from him, tackled him to the floor and attempted a to reach his tonsils with her tongue.
The commotion had drawn the attention of the other examiners and auditioners outside but they only managed to pry Aizawa-san off when Keitaro had fainted from lack of air and shock. She had then kiss tackled her fellow examiner and long time unrequited crush before recovering her senses and blushing red to her roots.
Needless to say Keitaro hadnÆt made it that year although he did get an invite to play dinner jazz at the wedding reception a few months later, where the happy groom had thanked him for whatever it was he had done that had led to this day.
His second attempt the year after hadnÆt gone much better, in an attempt to stem any such reoccurrence he had chosen the flute solo pieces, Grand Polonaise in D major by Boehm a demanding, virtuostic work and BachÆs Partita in A minor a masterpiece in the Baroque style, there shouldnÆt have been any reason for anything to happen.
The examiner that year had been a cantankerous German professor with the build of a bear and a beard you could hide a wolf in, renowned for being miserable, demanding and universally hard to please, indeed Professor Koertig was known to have sent prospective students away in tears from auditions. Again Keitaro had done well in the theory exam and the scales, all seemed well in the first piece as the difficult and demanding work by Boehm had seemingly impressed the normally abrasive German professor, again however it was the second work that caused problems.
As Keitaro played the deeply religious BachÆs Partita in A minor, Professor Koertig, proud and antagonistic atheist that he was had a religious experience. Was he really happy with where he was now, bitter, lonely, wantonly malicious?
Why did he derive so much joy by crushing the hopes of so many young musicians, where had he gone wrong all those years ago, he had been such a happy and helpful child the brothers at the old monastery school in his hometown had always said.
Keitaro played on oblivious to the deep soul searching and life revaluation going on beside him until a teary professor Koertig had stopped the audition and sent him on his way with such glowing audition comments, the university had investigated him to make sure bribery wasnÆt involved.
The investigation was never completed though, as he had heard that Professor Koertig had resigned and returned to his home town where he had joined the old monastery school as a monk and now taught music to the orphans there. (He and his metal bound bible were now also the symbol of terror for all miscreants and vagabonds in his hometown, indeed the phrase ôThe word of the Lord correctsö was often the last thing criminals heard before waking up in jail with concussion and cross shaped contusions)
No wrong doing was found but the university was always overly cautious, so Keitaro hadnÆt made it in that year either.
Sitting up keitaro resolved, this year he would make it, æI mean how bad could my luck beÆ before deciding æIÆll take a bath, that will take my mind off thingsÆ
This of course would later prove just how unlucky he could be.
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I'll probably move this to the previews thread so look there for the bath scene when i write it. Its funny it seems to get easier once you get on a bit of a roll. Again any tips or constructive criticism would be good.
This was, visually, the funniest thing I've read so far in your snippets. I really like your ability to capture the images so well.
The only thing I'm worried about is Keitaro's willingness to hum and whistle so much when powers can confound everyone's senses.
And with that said... I must have MOAR! :hail:
The only thing I'm worried about is Keitaro's willingness to hum and whistle so much when powers can confound everyone's senses.
And with that said... I must have MOAR! :hail:
