It's not a problem — honestly, there needs to be more music around here.
No offense to everyone else, but a soundtrack would improve this place considerably.
[A pause, as he notes the nervousness.]
... Besides, sometimes I feel like there's not a lot I can do for people here. It makes me feel better, to be able to supply someone with something they like... So I guess the thanks is mutual, when you think about it.
[He slaps his hands together.]
Alright! The stand's not built yet, but the keyboard works; give it a whirl, before I let you run off with it?
On that, we can completely agree. Everything is made better with music.
[Oh boy and that sure hits home for him. Doing things for other people is important, making their days a little brighter - it's been the cornerstone of his existence since the world ended. Since he decided to make a concentrated effort to be a better person.]
...I guess you've got a point there.
[And just like that the smile is back on- as if it never even vanished at all. His mask perfectly back into place. He opens up the box, turning it on, listening to the soft hum of power that pianos sure don't have. He meant it meant he prefered a piano, but he sure as shit can't get one in his apartment, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, it'd be cool to expand his skill set in a way he absolutely cannot back home.
He pulls up a chair, fashing Peter a grin, before trying a few scales, getting a feel for it. Then he settles down to play some good ol' Chopin - mostly because he knows it by heart, but also for Peter's benefit- he might actually recognise the tune if nothing else. No vapid pop songs from Louis, oh no, this teenager's a classical music nerd. You brought this on yourself, Peter.]
[Hey, if there's one thing Peter will always approve of in any medium, it's nerds.
He just grins at that, sitting and listening with keen interest as he plays. He's definitely got a talented set of hands there, and it looks effortless. Hopefully the music shop around here has more sheet music so the kid can learn more during his stay here. By the time the songs over, he's clapping his approval.]
[Louis gives a flourishing bow at the applause- trying to play off that it doesn't mean half as much to him as it actually does. Not a lot of people appreciate his music, back home (mostly due to them believing it superfluous to survival)- it's nice to hear someone enjoy it.]
Thank you, thank you. I'm available for performances every Thursday night. I also do weddings.
[He snorts out a laugh. Okay, Pete. You got him.]
Oh wow. [Very pointed clapping here- is he being sarcastic? He might actually not be.] That is an absolutely flawless preformance. I'm awed.
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No offense to everyone else, but a soundtrack would improve this place considerably.
[A pause, as he notes the nervousness.]
... Besides, sometimes I feel like there's not a lot I can do for people here. It makes me feel better, to be able to supply someone with something they like... So I guess the thanks is mutual, when you think about it.
[He slaps his hands together.]
Alright! The stand's not built yet, but the keyboard works; give it a whirl, before I let you run off with it?
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[Oh boy and that sure hits home for him. Doing things for other people is important, making their days a little brighter - it's been the cornerstone of his existence since the world ended. Since he decided to make a concentrated effort to be a better person.]
...I guess you've got a point there.
[And just like that the smile is back on- as if it never even vanished at all. His mask perfectly back into place. He opens up the box, turning it on, listening to the soft hum of power that pianos sure don't have. He meant it meant he prefered a piano, but he sure as shit can't get one in his apartment, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, it'd be cool to expand his skill set in a way he absolutely cannot back home.
He pulls up a chair, fashing Peter a grin, before trying a few scales, getting a feel for it. Then he settles down to play some good ol' Chopin - mostly because he knows it by heart, but also for Peter's benefit- he might actually recognise the tune if nothing else. No vapid pop songs from Louis, oh no, this teenager's a classical music nerd. You brought this on yourself, Peter.]
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He just grins at that, sitting and listening with keen interest as he plays. He's definitely got a talented set of hands there, and it looks effortless. Hopefully the music shop around here has more sheet music so the kid can learn more during his stay here. By the time the songs over, he's clapping his approval.]
Bravo, bravo!
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Check this out.
[He cracks his knuckles, moves over to the keyboard —
And then very carefully pecks out the short and unimpressive tune of 'Mary Had a Little Lamb.]
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Thank you, thank you. I'm available for performances every Thursday night. I also do weddings.
[He snorts out a laugh. Okay, Pete. You got him.]
Oh wow. [Very pointed clapping here- is he being sarcastic? He might actually not be.] That is an absolutely flawless preformance. I'm awed.
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Thank you, thank you! I'm classically trained.
[The high school chem teacher is an idiot.]
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I can tell. You have perfect form. Truly, an inspiration.