06-03-2018, 03:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-03-2018, 03:48 AM by Suiteheart.)
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]It had been... some time since Suiteheart had last performed for anyone. The last time she could remember doing anything like this was when she had been with her best friend, Akira. A soft, sad smile had taken control of her lips at the thought. The friends had formed a kickass band, and they had even performed during events for their former Clan. Sorrow tugged on her entire being as she thought back to her best friend in the entire world. Baby blue eyes had more than once travelled skyward in hopes of catching whatever star might represent her soul. And though she wasn't sure which one it was, she figured it was one of the brighter ones.
A little tune tumbled passed her parted lips as she searched through countless rooms for an instrument of any sort. Suiteheart didn't have a preference; she could play most string and percussive instruments. The only thing she wasn't particularly talented at was the piano. She chuckled as she remembered how her former apprentice had sat with her, trying desperately to teach her. She was sure she had lost most of those lessons by now, but she did hope to get a crack at it again some day - not today, but someday.
Petite paws guided her to a closed off room. Seeing as doors had never stopped her before, the white feline opened it and waltzed right in. The scene spread out before her was nothing spectacular. Dust covered most everything in a fine layer. Dirty cups had been left out. Books were strewn here and there, covering topics she couldn't even pronounce. The only thing worth noting was a pocketknife. She let out an agitated sigh, though, as she realized she had no more rooms to dig through in order to find an instrument. The Cosmic General halted for a few heartbeats, still as Starpool, before turning on her heels and rushing out of the Observatory, but not before she could grab that small knife from the room she'd just searched. She recalled a merchant that had taken shelter just outside of their northern borders. Perhaps he was still there.
As luck would have it, the ancient and scrawny feline hadn't moved. He greeted her with a smile, and she returned the favor. Suiteheart then explained her issue, and the merchant nodded, taking in her words. He didn't speak, but he raised an eyebrow. Suite held out the pocketknife, the merchant gently took hold of it, grinned, and conjured up a small ukulele and a book full of sheet music. Suiteheart arched an eyebrow herself, asking if he had any actual guitars, but the man shook his head. Though slightly disappointed, she took what she had been offered. The merchant seemed pleased enough, for as she left, she watched him fiddle happily with the weapon.
Once back inside the Observatory, Suiteheart sat off to one of the side walls. She sat the book of sheet music down, open, so that others might come by and select a tune for her to play. For the meantime, the girl tuned and played a few starting notes on the ukulele. Though it was different from her preferred electric guitar, this was fine enough. The worst part was having to switch from six strings to four. She missed those extra two greatly.
After a few moments of fiddling, sweet music filled the building. It began slowly, as she got a feel for the instrument, but it easily picked up after a measure or two. The tune was not too fast and certainly not too slow. She grinned to herself, happy she'd figured out how to transpose the little song. As the song neared its end, she began to hum. "We aaa-are wild, we are like young volcanoes," she sang lightly, voice not too audible over her strumming. "We aaa-are wild, Americana, exotica. Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?" Her voice had tamed itself quite nicely from that of two years ago, but as she wasn't entirely confident in her abilities, she kept her voice quiet. Her playing was what mattered - that was her task.
Once Suiteheart had completed her warm-up song, she called, "Hey, if anyone wants me to play 'em a song, step right up! I've got a whole book of music, so I'm sure we can find something." She plucked at the strings softly as she spoke, and it seemed as if each note that sprung forth was there to back her words up. "If you can't find your music, I know a ton of songs, so just tell it to me. Odds are, I can play it." Suiteheart had an uncanny ability of being able to hear something - a measure, a phrase, hell, even whole songs - once and repeat it perfectly. And she had heard a lot of songs living on behind that music venue in the city.
The feline pushed the book of songs and sheet music out towards the first person to arrive, a smile lighting up her features. [color=#99182C][b]"C'mon, don't be shy!"
A little tune tumbled passed her parted lips as she searched through countless rooms for an instrument of any sort. Suiteheart didn't have a preference; she could play most string and percussive instruments. The only thing she wasn't particularly talented at was the piano. She chuckled as she remembered how her former apprentice had sat with her, trying desperately to teach her. She was sure she had lost most of those lessons by now, but she did hope to get a crack at it again some day - not today, but someday.
Petite paws guided her to a closed off room. Seeing as doors had never stopped her before, the white feline opened it and waltzed right in. The scene spread out before her was nothing spectacular. Dust covered most everything in a fine layer. Dirty cups had been left out. Books were strewn here and there, covering topics she couldn't even pronounce. The only thing worth noting was a pocketknife. She let out an agitated sigh, though, as she realized she had no more rooms to dig through in order to find an instrument. The Cosmic General halted for a few heartbeats, still as Starpool, before turning on her heels and rushing out of the Observatory, but not before she could grab that small knife from the room she'd just searched. She recalled a merchant that had taken shelter just outside of their northern borders. Perhaps he was still there.
As luck would have it, the ancient and scrawny feline hadn't moved. He greeted her with a smile, and she returned the favor. Suiteheart then explained her issue, and the merchant nodded, taking in her words. He didn't speak, but he raised an eyebrow. Suite held out the pocketknife, the merchant gently took hold of it, grinned, and conjured up a small ukulele and a book full of sheet music. Suiteheart arched an eyebrow herself, asking if he had any actual guitars, but the man shook his head. Though slightly disappointed, she took what she had been offered. The merchant seemed pleased enough, for as she left, she watched him fiddle happily with the weapon.
Once back inside the Observatory, Suiteheart sat off to one of the side walls. She sat the book of sheet music down, open, so that others might come by and select a tune for her to play. For the meantime, the girl tuned and played a few starting notes on the ukulele. Though it was different from her preferred electric guitar, this was fine enough. The worst part was having to switch from six strings to four. She missed those extra two greatly.
After a few moments of fiddling, sweet music filled the building. It began slowly, as she got a feel for the instrument, but it easily picked up after a measure or two. The tune was not too fast and certainly not too slow. She grinned to herself, happy she'd figured out how to transpose the little song. As the song neared its end, she began to hum. "We aaa-are wild, we are like young volcanoes," she sang lightly, voice not too audible over her strumming. "We aaa-are wild, Americana, exotica. Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?" Her voice had tamed itself quite nicely from that of two years ago, but as she wasn't entirely confident in her abilities, she kept her voice quiet. Her playing was what mattered - that was her task.
Once Suiteheart had completed her warm-up song, she called, "Hey, if anyone wants me to play 'em a song, step right up! I've got a whole book of music, so I'm sure we can find something." She plucked at the strings softly as she spoke, and it seemed as if each note that sprung forth was there to back her words up. "If you can't find your music, I know a ton of songs, so just tell it to me. Odds are, I can play it." Suiteheart had an uncanny ability of being able to hear something - a measure, a phrase, hell, even whole songs - once and repeat it perfectly. And she had heard a lot of songs living on behind that music venue in the city.
The feline pushed the book of songs and sheet music out towards the first person to arrive, a smile lighting up her features. [color=#99182C][b]"C'mon, don't be shy!"
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE