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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 22, 2015 16:53:43 GMT -5
When: post 2nd trial Where: storage room Who: Fermata and whoever else wants to join
It seemed to be normal in the storage room. Midday, darkish lighting, and a little dust here and there. The odd part was that it was quiet. Every day at midday, there were the sounds of a piano in the room. You simply stood at the stairwell leading to the fourth floor and you could hear it. The sound never failed to appear, never. A different piece every day, but always there. Except today. Fermata stared at the keys, lost in thought. She couldn't seem to conjure a small tune, or a large piece to play from her mind. She couldn't think straight. The keys seemed to almost mock her. She knew she wouldn't survive. She was far too weak and far too trusting of others. Far too confused. Far too ignorant. The keys, usually her escape, stared back at her, daring her to play. Daring her to pretend it was alright. Daring her to say she could still play the way she did before. But she couldn't. She felt almost frozen, unable to lift her hands to play. The first sob came, silenced as quickly as it appeared. A small drop of water fell on a key, and another small sob escaped. It continued that way, her trying to stop, her body not obeying it's commands. Until finally she was hugging herself, trying to stop the shaky sobs that wouldn't disappear, staring blankly at the keys. How long until they were stained pink?
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Post by Loops of Flute on Jan 24, 2015 12:30:59 GMT -5
(Ok i am here and no longer migrane-y and hopefully can write somewhat)
Moving through the storage room, the thing that struck Rika the most was the silence. Usually, the room was filled with noise; people flocked to the room like flies to honey, birds to a bird-feeder, moths to a light source. Obviously, this led to a *lot* of noise, especially with how talkative everyone seemed to be. And of course, there was always the piano in the background. Always the music covering everything; although that was to be expected with all of these musicians on the ship. Hell, Rika played clarinet most of the time herself. Today though... a pin could drop and it would feel like the apocalypse had occurred. In a way it felt like it already had.
This wasteland needed some music.
Rika rushed to her room and back, grabbing her clarinet and an empty staff paper notebook she had found a few days before. Going a bit deeper into the room, she noticed Fermata quietly sobbing into the piano. It seemed this insanity had broken her, this massive killfest the bear was trying to start. Rika aproached her, still forever in her debt.
"Hey... Do you want to help me write a song?"
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 24, 2015 13:25:46 GMT -5
Fermata looked up, startled. it had been quiet just a moment earlier. For a second, she had been afraid it would be someone else. she didnt want kura or micah or angel or koto knowing she had been crying, but it was Rika. "i... i cannot think of any... music at the moment." she managed to stutter out, not really facing Rika. she had never expected to be caught crying.
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Post by Loops of Flute on Jan 25, 2015 17:52:48 GMT -5
(oop forgot to reply yesterday. do you want to keep doing this pre-trial 3?
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 18:33:09 GMT -5
(yea, sure)
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Post by Loops of Flute on Jan 25, 2015 19:00:04 GMT -5
This was an awkward situation. SHSL musician who can't think of music? That was just sad. Maybe that was why she was crying as she was; the terror eliminating the music.
"Well, why don't we change that," Rika said, sitting down on the bench beside her. "Maybe try to harness the tears for a better purpose."
(sorry for the short reply
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 19:03:20 GMT -5
"i am not.... quite sure how. i do not believe i ever made truly sad music before."
(its ok. short replies are all over the place)(theyre pretty convenient honestly)
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Post by Loops of Flute on Jan 25, 2015 19:11:28 GMT -5
"Never? But all of the best songs come from sorrow. It aids inspiration."
Rika wasn't quite sure of this factoid's accuracy, but she honestly didn't care. She grabbed a mechanical pencil off of the piano and flipped to a fresh page in the notebook.
"Ok, so... Why don't you play a chord or something."
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 19:12:51 GMT -5
"ah.... alright." she played a fancy a chord
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Post by Loops of Flute on Jan 25, 2015 19:17:12 GMT -5
"Okay. Now I'm going to add a more intricate melody line."
She did as she said over the chord, and then jotted both down in the notebook.
"Try to add another part of your own. Pour your heart into it."
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 19:19:23 GMT -5
she tentatively picked out an a chord followed by f# and g chord im not at my piano so i cant tell what this sounds like whoops
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Post by Loops of Flute on Jan 25, 2015 19:27:54 GMT -5
sounds p good on ukulele
"Well, that's progress I suppose. Are you sure you don't want to add any more rhythms?"
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 19:28:41 GMT -5
she shrugged. she couldnt think of much more, honestly.
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Post by Loops of Flute on Jan 25, 2015 19:30:14 GMT -5
"DO you want to try to put the parts together?"
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 19:32:56 GMT -5
"i guess so." she mumbled. why was rika trying to help her play music? fermata wasnt sure why.
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