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Piano Solo
[If you're in Turnbloom Market, you might hear music drifting in from the music store, where Lillie has politely requested to play the piano. It's not the first time she's been here to look and play, but fortunately, she's always careful and considerate and there's no rule against it, so she's permitted to play.
Expertly, she begins to play a soft and scintillating, yet solemn tune.]
Expertly, she begins to play a soft and scintillating, yet solemn tune.]
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It would be rude to both! Besides that, the topic was her playing.
"I try to play whenever I can, even then."
Having a piano on your family's private ship certainly helps!
"Are you interested in the piano as well, Bashou-san? Or are you here to look at another instrument?"
Lillie stepped away from the piano, wondering if Bashou came to make a purchase.
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"Well, I'm glad that you're still playing. It can be difficult when circumstances change, or if you have to stop lessons. Then you get rusty..."
That could have been a Steel-type pun, but he didn't intend it to be. He stared silently at the now-vacant seat, his mind suddenly racing in response to Lillie's question about why he was here. He hadn't considered that he might be able to have a piano, once he got settled in Ultern. But he couldn't afford this one right now, and he wasn't sure where it would go. Though it seemed silly and sentimental, he also didn't like the thought of taking it away from Lillie, if she had no other place to practice, and if she liked this one...
After a lengthy pause, he finally answered. "Oh. Yes, I play the piano, too. Or I used to."
[... that's so oddly sweet]
She turned sorry eyes up to meet Bashou's gaze.
"I see... I'm sorry, but I'm sure y... that someone who's simply fallen out of practice can pick it up again, here... perhaps... the shopkeepers are kind and I'm sure they'd allow it, if they're very careful."
Perhaps she should change the subject? Was her attempt at redirecting the conversation away from him too transparent? She didn't know what to do and nervously clutched at her own hands, while pretending to tidy her skirt and fold one hand over the other.
[ he doesn't want to be perceived but he will play if Lillie doesn't want to or if she asks him to ]
"I was surprised to see a piano in Ultern. But I don't know why that would be a surprise." He returned to his previous train of thought, but this time placed a hand to his chin, as though that might make it more obvious. "I was also thinking that it might be nice to have one, but...they're expensive, they take up space, moving and tuning them is also expensive, and difficult..."
He was aware, too, that some people were hovering around. They didn't seem to be looking to buy anything, so they must have been here to listen. But Bashou had never really enjoyed performing. He wanted to play, but the thought of attracting people's attention made him wince. He stepped back and nodded at the seat again.
"You should play some more, I think. The piece you were playing earlier...I didn't recognise it. Did you compose it?"
[aaand Lillie’s done!]
“Oh, no, I only play, I’ve never composed any music… but it means a lot to me, this piece. It’s called Mother and Daughter. It’s always… made me feel less lonely. I’ve had my fill for today, I think.”
[this is too easy for Bashou buuut it's so angsty...bringing down the mood in the music shop...]
It did genuinely sound intriguing - if only because Rocket might have been interested in a place like that. But Rocket was no longer at the forefront of Bashou's mind, and the thought flitted away quickly.
"I've never composed either. Wouldn't know where to start. I doubt I can even remember anything."
Even though he'd told himself he wouldn't, Bashou sat down at the piano. He reached into his pocket and took out some hand sanitising gel, which he tried to be discreet about applying; it was nothing personal, just a habit of his. His hands seemed to roam the keys, as if waiting for his muscle memory to kick in, then a sad prelude began to flow.
[couldn't we have just done Chopsticks...]
A few more came to listen and Lillie did not speak again, watching him play, silently and intently, as if studying his technique (he certainly hasn't forgotten, or it's all muscle memory now!), but she's soon more focused on the music itself and, without noticing, tears filled her eyes until they clung to her lashes.