I'm a DiNozzo

Music (16)

Hello all of you reading this! Eliza here! Just wanted to let you know that this chapter is quite different than my normal ones. This is one I'm writing for a history project. And when you're reading this "Hello Mrs Staring!!! Hope you enjoy!"

Please keep reading if you're one of my reg's. Or you know, you don't really have to.

Thanks! Please enjoy!

This is a note for Mrs. Staring. Just really quick before you start, there might be one or two things that don't make sense in this chapter. The whole Brock thing for a start. But that's just things that have happened before the events of this chapter. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, or read the chapters posted before this (Specifically the 'They're after me?' chapters) However, the things you don't understand won't be fundamental to the project itself.

Happy reading! <3

Ellie's P.O.V.

Life has to go on. It does. It... it just has to. Because if it doesn't, we'll just be stuck.

Which is exactly what I'm doing.

Moving on...

With the help of Jack.

"It's just plain CRUEL." Jack insisted, chucking his textbook across the living room. "Making us move on THIS FREAKING QUICKLY!"

"I think you dented the wall." I whispered.

"It's been 3 weeks. He died 3 BLOODY WEEKS AGO." Jack sat down on the couch again and sniffed, putting his forehead in his hands, his elbows on his knees. "I'm sorry, Leah really I- I. I'm sorry. I just... it- I- you- he-."

"I know." I replied in a whisper. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I know. I miss him too."

"How am I supposed to focus on anything except Brock right now?"

"You know what, I have no idea." I replied, still whispering.

2 days later:

"Ready?" Jack asked, in a falsely cheery voice.

"As I'll ever be." I agreed, swinging my legs out from under my desk. Jack and I walked up to the front of our classroom, and turned to face the desks.

"Alright, how many of you here, are in a music class right now?" I asked, generally curious, but also with a bit of a segway in mind. About two-thirds of the class raised their hands.

"Cool, you can put your hands down now." Jack instructed. "Now, when you're in whatever music class you're in you start out somewhere, and end up somewhere different. This is called adaptation, or growth. And just like you all grow in your abilities, music itself has grown and adapted through the years."

"Today we're going to focus on three different countries' music in the 1600's." Jack and I shared a glance before beginning. I winked at him, and he smirked at me, then we started.

"Ireland." Jack said proudly. (Mrs Staring, you don't have to listen to the entire song, just maybe play it in the background while you read the Ireland part.)

I clicked the little remote in my hand and played this song. ^^^

"Previously only known for Jacksepticeye, and potatoes," Jack began. "Iis now well known for it's music. The Irish from the 1600's used instruments like pipes, harps, fiddles, whistles, and flutes, to make music that is light with a clear rhythm to dance to. More often then not, the flute and pipes would be playing the melody whilst the harps, fiddles and whistles were accompanying. You don't find too many vocals in Irish music."