Lyric: 25

[darcyredux]

[accidental radio post]

[There is the sound of a light cough, before wood scrapes against wood and clacks into place. A quiet "mew" from a cat comes through, and the person chuckles.

Then, the silence is broken by music playing. Someone with sharp ears could hear the occasional paper shuffle as pages turn. Somewhere around the middle, there are

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[accidental radio post]

[man_genius]

[As Composer's music fades, there's an odd static sound as someone picks up his radio and shakes it. Genius plays with the dials for a minute and then sets it down with a quiet thud.]

Creeeeeeepy. You're not even plugged in are you? How do you work?

[Resume sounds of someone trying to pry open his radio, without much success. ]

[radio]

[darcyredux]

...Genius?

[radio]

[man_genius]

[There's a loud clatter as Genius drops his radio]

GAH! Holy shi--Composer?!?!

['Bamp!' goes the radio as Genius uses his foot to kick it]

[radio]

[darcyredux]

Whoa, you okay there?

[The piano bench slides out and the radio is picked up.]

What is this, wireless transmission? There's no receptor...

[audio]

[ghost_of_00]

[She hears sound coming out; maybe it goes two ways.]

It is many things.

[audio]

[darcyredux]

Many things, but not a memory yet.

[audio]

[ghost_of_00]

What do you mean?

[audio]

[darcyredux]

I want to memorize it, so I can play without the sheets.