Violin Crack
anonymous
December 20 2011, 07:16:11 UTC
I've seen a few fics (well, one) where Sherlock plays a pop song on the violin. So of course I couldn't get the image of him playing Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody out of my head after listening to this version repeatedly (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxedZNYSJcY).
I just see him in a pub somewhere, with John and the Yarders, and Sherlock's all "Why, I just happened to bring this with me..." and there's a suspiciously convenient piano in the corner, and the others start singing along (because who wouldn't), and who knew that Anderson had such a lovely falsetto?
For the King of Bohemia 1/3alex_caligariJune 7 2012, 18:35:27 UTC
Dear God, please don’t let him play that here, John thought. I just want a normal night out.It started with a detour, as it usually did. “I need to stop in here, won’t be a moment,” Sherlock had said, and turned so swiftly on his heel that John thought he had disappeared for a second. He had entered a music shop, one that looked like it frowned upon anyone who wasn’t already in the London Symphony Orchestra
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For the King of Bohemia 2/3alex_caligariJune 7 2012, 18:41:28 UTC
Instead of returning to the table, Dimmock went over to the piano and plinked a few keys. Some people noticed and called out for him to play something. Dimmock smiled and glanced at the barman, who waved him on. He sat down and played a few bars of “God Save the Queen” to a multitude of groans. Everyone was watching Dimmock, so John was the only one to notice Sherlock return to his seat at the other end of the table. “What are you doing?” he hissed, as Sherlock gathered up his violin and bow
( ... )
For the King of Bohemia 3/4alex_caligariJune 7 2012, 18:47:26 UTC
A redheaded PC began. “I see a little silhouetto of a man.”
“Scaramouche! Scaramouche!” shouted back the rest of the table. Sherlock’s violin scurried them along, having forgotten the melancholy of earlier. His movements were faster and sharper, and careless without being carefree. Just as the table alternated the words, (“Galileo!” one side shouted; “Galileo!” the other side returned) so too did Sherlock and Dimmock, as if they had practised this for months.
Who knows, thought John, perhaps they did. If that wasn’t enough, the next voice to speak up nearly made him choke.
“I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me,” Sally sang with a cocky grin. The Yarders shouted back on her behalf, and allowed her the role of desperate youth. “Will you let me go?”The table traded vocal blows back and forth, and Sherlock and Dimmock kept up with them seamlessly, trading their own blows. Sherlock’s expression hadn’t changed, but he managed to look more animated than he had before. A slight flush had come into his face from the exertion and he looked
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Re: For the King of Bohemia 4/4
anonymous
June 8 2012, 09:29:16 UTC
OMG - gahriocmggsiuyncvsluiyctlakyxcugh
You've done fandom the ultimate honour of combining a song such as Bohemian Rhapsody and Sherlock BBC without dissolving your story at all or drawing out the descriptions to the point of the piece loosing fluency.
I read this as I played the youtube link, each section of the story basically falling into place as I read your fill along with it.
Perfect.
I'm now in utter bliss at having found such a piece. Well done
I just see him in a pub somewhere, with John and the Yarders, and Sherlock's all "Why, I just happened to bring this with me..." and there's a suspiciously convenient piano in the corner, and the others start singing along (because who wouldn't), and who knew that Anderson had such a lovely falsetto?
Want crack, want camaraderie, want beautiful strings.
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2. Seconding this prompt so much. That's... brilliant.
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“Scaramouche! Scaramouche!” shouted back the rest of the table. Sherlock’s violin scurried them along, having forgotten the melancholy of earlier. His movements were faster and sharper, and careless without being carefree. Just as the table alternated the words, (“Galileo!” one side shouted; “Galileo!” the other side returned) so too did Sherlock and Dimmock, as if they had practised this for months.
Who knows, thought John, perhaps they did. If that wasn’t enough, the next voice to speak up nearly made him choke.
“I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me,” Sally sang with a cocky grin. The Yarders shouted back on her behalf, and allowed her the role of desperate youth. “Will you let me go?”The table traded vocal blows back and forth, and Sherlock and Dimmock kept up with them seamlessly, trading their own blows. Sherlock’s expression hadn’t changed, but he managed to look more animated than he had before. A slight flush had come into his face from the exertion and he looked ( ... )
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You've done fandom the ultimate honour of combining a song such as Bohemian Rhapsody and Sherlock BBC without dissolving your story at all or drawing out the descriptions to the point of the piece loosing fluency.
I read this as I played the youtube link, each section of the story basically falling into place as I read your fill along with it.
Perfect.
I'm now in utter bliss at having found such a piece.
Well done
Just, well done
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I read this/ listened to it near 15 times
So addictive - I didn't even know that the violin could match the piano that well!
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