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Post by celestialleonidas on Oct 3, 2014 20:25:11 GMT
(If I remember where we left off, I believe it was after Rich gave her the sign-up sheet for band, suggested harp, then she said she'd return it. I hope it's okay, I'm starting Richter in the Band room!)
In the Humanities hallway, all was quiet, besides the muffled soundtrack of a pop song for dance rehearsal, and raucous music coming from below the band door. Inside, there sat a tall, wisp of a gentleman with long, wavy blond hair at a piano, playing chords, then huffing in annoyance or cheering quietly, before scribbling notes on a blank piece of staff paper. The piano melody started out slow and sweet, legato tones telling the story of happiness and content enjoyment, which then turned excited and frantic, before the song shifted to a much faster pace, the player slamming down on the keys angrily, making staccato bursts of sound that told of unresolved anger, before dying down, then acting up, then finishing on a slower, sadder note, the last chord ringing out into silence. The screech of a piano bench signaled the vacating of the instrument, before a bow against a violin's strings could be heard. Starting off slowly, with much rest and simple, flowing chords, before the music sped up, much like it did on the piano, turning from bowing to plucking the strings, and then returning to bowing, swiftly, angrily scraping the horsehair against the strings, strands flying everywhere. Then the sound died off, before starting up again, as if arguing with the part played earlier on the piano. This musical argument stretched on, then finally, the violin cut out on a long, sad chord, before the sound died, leaving nothing but the heavy breathing of the musician as he scribbled more notes on the paper. This duet of sorts was his latest composition, and was still being worked on for an upcoming holiday at the Kull house. He went to work again on the piano, trying to perfect his latest piece, his attention wholly on the task at hand.
(Holy descriptions, Batman! Yeah, that about sums it up. Feel free to jump in however you wish, Andy pal!)
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Post by Andy on Oct 3, 2014 21:03:39 GMT
In one of the bouts of maniacal music mashing, the tunes so loud and angry they drowned out the quiet creak of the door opening and clicking closed again as Bev strode in. She watched him switch between instruments, taking in the accelerated pace each piece took before trailing off again. He certainly seemed enthusiastic about it. Not wanting to interrupt, she waited until he was sat at the piano again before coming up behind him. She thanked her choice of footwear today as she was practically silent in her creeping.
"Guess who." She said in a sing-song tone as she put her hands over his eyes, catching him by surprise.
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Post by celestialleonidas on Oct 3, 2014 23:28:45 GMT
He jumped a bit, obviously startled at the intrusion on his music mojo. He recognized the melodic voice, though. "Miss Beverly, it would be in both of our best interests for me not to have a heart attack today." He said, unable to keep the grin off his face. That seemed to happen often when she was around. He seemed to smile more, which confused him slightly. "I suppose you're here to deliver your sign-up sheet?" He questioned, placing his hands over the ones on his eyes.
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Post by Andy on Oct 4, 2014 0:07:54 GMT
Pleased at his reaction, she kept her hands over his eyes for a moment.
"I'm afraid you're mistaaaakennnn..." She added a creepy cadence to her tone, attempting to sound spooky, "I am most obviously a terrifying ghost that haunts this music room, and your melodic performing has disturbed my unreeesssstttt!" Lowering her hands from his eyes now, she sat on the piano bench so her back was to it. "Boo." She finished off, laughing with a tilt of her head that had her hair spilling over the keys. Noticing this, she straightened up, pulling her hair over the opposite shoulder so it wouldn't be in the way.
"That was some playing!" She talked as she dug through a shell-shaped purse she had tucked under one arm. "Do you always go that wild, or is it a special occasion?"
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Post by celestialleonidas on Oct 4, 2014 2:12:53 GMT
"O-oh, I had just composed this piece..." He stammered. "It's a bit telling of my emotions in the past few days. It will most likely be a duet for my brother and I, but I'd have to transpose the violin part to cello... Either way, it might take away some of the intensity..." He rambled, staring off into the corner of the room. "Oh! I realize this is nothing but boring for you." He said, turning to face the girl on his piano bench, and smiling sheepishly. "I was always told I'm rather dull. Feel free to stop me if I ever keep going on too long." He said, the light in his eyes seeming to die as he cleared his throat and gathered the stray papers strewn all over the piano.
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Post by Andy on Oct 4, 2014 2:23:59 GMT
She nodded, listening to him explain, before raising her head from her hunt through her purse. She raised a perplexed eyebrow as he cut himself off.
"It's not boring," She 'helped' him gather up his papers, holding some hostage against her chest until he was paying full attention to her again, "And you're not dull." She enunciated each word with a tap of her finger on the tip of his nose, before smiling encouragingly at him. Before relinquishing his papers, she quickly fished something out of her purse, having found it at last and slipped it into the stack of papers.
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Post by celestialleonidas on Oct 4, 2014 2:35:36 GMT
He looked at the newcomer to his paper hoard, he smiled at the girl next to him. "Maybe you shouldn't pretend you like me." He started. "Your boyfriend wouldn't like it, and he's a LOT bigger than me. And besides boring him to death with classical music theory, or hitting him with a saxophone, I have no real defense, if he were to want to fight me." He said, standing and striding towards the music office, pulling a key on a lanyard from his pocket to unlock it. The open door revealed a room bigger than most dorms, complete with a kitchenette, table and two chairs, a desk and filing cabinet, a laptop, racks full of instruments, and a bed shoved in the corner. Two closed doors lay off to the left, and the owner of this apartment set his keys on the desk, and tucked away the stack of papers, save for his guest's sign-up sheet, in the topmost drawer, which seemed to be cluttered with many of the same papers. "So, did you choose an instrument?" He asked, sitting in the chair behind the desk and slipping a pair of thick, square glasses over his straight nose. "Or, perhaps you could just try some until you find one you like?" He suggested, skimming her application.
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Post by Andy on Oct 4, 2014 3:03:11 GMT
"Excuse me?" She questioned, her face screwing up at the... reprimand? She watched him stride away from her and open the door to his 'office', which was much better equipped and more impressive than most of the dorms she had seen. Though he seemed completely content to carry on as though he hadn't said anything at all, Bev wasn't going to let his... low self-esteem, or whatever it was, make a declaration like that and just let it slide.
Standing up with her hands on her hips, she marched over to him. Forcefully, she poked the bridge of his glasses over his nose. Not enough to hurt, but with enough force to be uncomfortable unless he relented, which caused him to have to tilt his head back until her finger applied less pressure. It wasn't until he was staring up at the ceiling that she lessened her pressure, keeping a most likely very bemused Richter poised like that in his chair.
"Excuse you, but you may or may not have realized you just kind of implied I'm some kind of harlot." She declared in a tone of voice that, while remaining sweet and cheery like her usual way of speaking, demanded respect, "Which I'm not. I'm being honest; You're not boring. HOWEVER," she added, sliding her finger down the bridge of his nose, now forcing his chin back down so he was looking at her with wide, surprised eyes because of her behaviour, "While I may not find you boring, that doesn't mean I want to find out which way your fishing pole leans, if you catch my drift." She winked, now backing off to give him some personal space. "So, whether unintentional or not, don't imply uncharitable things about me, 'kay? It's not easy to form a friendship around such things."
Hopping up and sitting on the edge of his desk, she busied herself with examining her nails as she copied his previous antics and acted like she hadn't just done anything out of the ordinary.
"I think the harp is definitely a nice place to start!"
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Post by celestialleonidas on Oct 4, 2014 3:10:41 GMT
"My.. Fishing... what?" He said, turning his head back towards her. "I was kind of joking, I suppose." He concluded, clearing his throat. "I apologize. I'm not really sure how to read people. Really, I truly apologize for my misinterpretation." He said, looking towards the desk. "I'm sorry I offended you, and I did not mean to call you a... Harlot? Yes. That." He said, coughing once. "I will, re-string the harps, you can come by whenever you please, to, uhm, play... I can teach you." He said in seeming dismissal, resigned to his loneliness.
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Post by Andy on Oct 4, 2014 3:33:25 GMT
Seeing him acting so dejected, Bev felt a little bad now. Maybe she had acted too boldly? Leaning back slightly on the desk with both her hands placed behind her for support, she tilted her head with a grin and decided she'd try to make things more entertaining, if confusing, for the poor fellow.
"You know, your fishing pole? Your baloney pony? Your trouser snake? Your beef thermometer? Your wife's best friend?" She went on and on, the euphemisms become more outrageous as she did. "You know, your...!" She leaned forward, near his ear but still far enough away he could see her lips moving when she mouthed the word. With a brief peal of laughter, Bev leaned back again and crossed one leg over the other, hands now poised in her lap. "I tease. But really, while I appreciate the apology, as long as we understand one another now, it's fine~ " She waved her hand dismissively, any offensive taken already buried and forgotten. "If you need to re-string them, why don't you go about teaching me something else? Right now?" She offered, sliding off his desk and ushering him out of his chair and back to the piano.
She waited patiently for him to sit first, hands on each of her hips again as she beamed an excited smile at him.
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Post by celestialleonidas on Oct 4, 2014 3:37:15 GMT
"What would you like to know?" The blush running rampant on his face from the many euphemisms. "I can't imagine why you'd be offended at my words, with a vocabulary like that..." He muttered, sitting at the piano and letting his fingers hover over the keys.
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Post by Andy on Oct 4, 2014 3:43:48 GMT
"Everything!" Sitting next to him on the piano bench, she imitated his hovering fingers with her own. However, very gently, she playfully elbowed him in the side and stuck her tongue out at him with yet another wink. "And trust me, if you think that's bad, you haven't heard anything yet! The joys of being one of my friends." She assured him, then patiently waited in proper posture in front of the keys for him to start where ever he deemed fit.
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Post by celestialleonidas on Oct 4, 2014 3:52:04 GMT
"The scales." He said, going through the basic motions of playing the instrument, highlighting each note, and stressing the 'A through G' mechanics of music. And through many rants about music theory, he got through demonstrating 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' on middle C. "Now you try, fish princess." He teased, stopping slightly, thinking he had offended.
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Post by Andy on Oct 4, 2014 3:59:23 GMT
Though she knew it was the proper term, she couldn't help but giggle at 'the scales' being followed by 'fish princess'. She did her best to copy the motions she had just took great care to watch him perform, her slender fingers gliding over the keys. Though she knew this was just the very beginning of the basics, she was pleased with her own performance.
"How was that, piano prince?" She asked after she had finished, reassuring him there was no harm in the nickname he had picked out.
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Post by celestialleonidas on Oct 4, 2014 16:34:27 GMT
"Oh, I don't know." He teased, pretending to scrutinize her technique. "Your fingers weren't quite in the right position, I'm sure you can do much better!" "You'll never make Piano Royalty like that." He teased. He pressed his fingers down on the first chord of the first song he composed, and started to play, melodies drifting from the piano and into the air, the expression on his face peaceful, like he was the most content person in the world. When he needed to play in the higher octave, he pressed closer to Bev, continuing his sonata, then stopped, finishing the piece. His fingers hovered over the keys, then he looked to his right, and seeing the close proximity, he jumped away, seating himself at the far left end of the bench.
"Maybe... Like that..." He started. pushing his glasses up his nose. "Be sure to play with your whole fingers, not just the tips." He reminded her, glancing in her general direction and smiling slightly.
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