A Foxtrot Above My Head
Characters: Joshua (oh_neku_dear) and vatheon
Location: A music shop
Time: Afternoon, post-curse
Style: Whatever floats people's boats.
Status: Open
Joshua was wandering the streets of Vatheon, taking in the city's music. A week of wretched silence had almost driven him mad alongside the bombardment of memories and emotions. Returning to his own body was a welcome reprieve, and he could reflect on the experience better without being interrupted by stray memories of a random past life.
He put his thoughts on indefinite hiatus when his eyes alighted on a certain shop. Inside were pianos of various sizes, shapes, and makes. He also saw some stands with sheet music scattered around the store. Intrigued, Joshua entered with a familiar itch in his fingers. How long had it been since he had played, let alone touched a piano?
The silver-haired Composer weaved through the crowd of instruments, passing by supple maple, classic ebony, simple white, and majestic mahogany. He saw baby grands, pianos with two rows of keys like an organ, and even one with the keys in inverted colors. Yet none seemed to suit his fancy; none spoke to him.
Until he saw one that looked like it was made of ash wood. It had a dusty, worn, and sad appearance. Joshua sat down on its bench, gently pressing down on a key. It rang true and hung sadly in the air, as if nobody had ever played it before. It reminded him of an old, forgotten musician longing for just one last moment of glory before putting away his instrument for the last time. He glanced around, but saw nobody else around. His itch became an uncontrollable urge, and he sighed softly. Joshua checked the price of the piano and couldn't help shaking his head. It had been cut three times, and even at a decent price it hadn't been sold. He made up his mind.
His fingers moved of their own accord, dancing elegantly across the keys. The piano's notes took on whatever quality he asked for flawlessly, transforming it from haunting and sad to something glorious. He played whatever song came to mind, having no need for sheet music. Improvisation was something Joshua preferred, as it took more skill and told more about about the person one was. As he made a crescendo into fortissimo, he looked as if he were about to play the piano standing up there was so much passion in it. However, the decrescendo into mezzo piano left him soft and delicate, almost compassionate. Joshua seamlessly transitioned from one song to another without a break in between, too caught up in the music he weaved to have any desire to cease. Chopin, Bach, Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, modern music, he had no care as they flowed beautifully from his fingers into the notes. Each piece had a story, and he was the one telling it through every note, harmony, and chord.
Joshua wasn't so caught up for his guard to go down. He was neither stupid nor a naive fool, or he would have been killed long ago. No, he was still sensitive to the energies of other people, and he would make sure none got the jump on him as he enjoyed himself.
Location: A music shop
Time: Afternoon, post-curse
Style: Whatever floats people's boats.
Status: Open
Joshua was wandering the streets of Vatheon, taking in the city's music. A week of wretched silence had almost driven him mad alongside the bombardment of memories and emotions. Returning to his own body was a welcome reprieve, and he could reflect on the experience better without being interrupted by stray memories of a random past life.
He put his thoughts on indefinite hiatus when his eyes alighted on a certain shop. Inside were pianos of various sizes, shapes, and makes. He also saw some stands with sheet music scattered around the store. Intrigued, Joshua entered with a familiar itch in his fingers. How long had it been since he had played, let alone touched a piano?
The silver-haired Composer weaved through the crowd of instruments, passing by supple maple, classic ebony, simple white, and majestic mahogany. He saw baby grands, pianos with two rows of keys like an organ, and even one with the keys in inverted colors. Yet none seemed to suit his fancy; none spoke to him.
Until he saw one that looked like it was made of ash wood. It had a dusty, worn, and sad appearance. Joshua sat down on its bench, gently pressing down on a key. It rang true and hung sadly in the air, as if nobody had ever played it before. It reminded him of an old, forgotten musician longing for just one last moment of glory before putting away his instrument for the last time. He glanced around, but saw nobody else around. His itch became an uncontrollable urge, and he sighed softly. Joshua checked the price of the piano and couldn't help shaking his head. It had been cut three times, and even at a decent price it hadn't been sold. He made up his mind.
His fingers moved of their own accord, dancing elegantly across the keys. The piano's notes took on whatever quality he asked for flawlessly, transforming it from haunting and sad to something glorious. He played whatever song came to mind, having no need for sheet music. Improvisation was something Joshua preferred, as it took more skill and told more about about the person one was. As he made a crescendo into fortissimo, he looked as if he were about to play the piano standing up there was so much passion in it. However, the decrescendo into mezzo piano left him soft and delicate, almost compassionate. Joshua seamlessly transitioned from one song to another without a break in between, too caught up in the music he weaved to have any desire to cease. Chopin, Bach, Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, modern music, he had no care as they flowed beautifully from his fingers into the notes. Each piece had a story, and he was the one telling it through every note, harmony, and chord.
Joshua wasn't so caught up for his guard to go down. He was neither stupid nor a naive fool, or he would have been killed long ago. No, he was still sensitive to the energies of other people, and he would make sure none got the jump on him as he enjoyed himself.