[Jazz was wandering the streets of the town, pondering over where he was until he starts to hear music..music being played on a piano. It was faint, and as he kept on walking, it became louder. Where was it coming from...?]
...[As he passes by a window, he notices the familiar top hat and the man sitting at the piano inside...of course. He decides to remain standing outside, leaned up against the window and listen to the melody being played.]
I couldn't think of something for Viola to do yet. so you get to suffer me trying a new muse :]waxed_poeticJuly 4 2010, 06:12:38 UTC
[ Frederic catches sight of Jazz passing by the open window, but his playing never once falters. When the song ends, he remains seated, addressing his words to Jazz but keeping his eyes on the keys. ]
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...[As he passes by a window, he notices the familiar top hat and the man sitting at the piano inside...of course. He decides to remain standing outside, leaned up against the window and listen to the melody being played.]
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It isn't Hell.
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This is the first time I've heard you play.
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[ He sighs. He was really hoping for the solace of death. ]
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That was lovely!
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Thank you, miss. I didn't realize anyone was listening.
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[ He notices her standing there after he finishes his song. ]
You're here too, Salsa? I see...
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You're quite the talented musician.
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