bamfsecretary | thirtieth form; quiet talents reveal themselves (video/action for goldenrod/text)

//video/action

{When the feed clicks on, a few final-sounding notes of piano music rise up into the air, and we have a lovely view of... the carpet?!}

It is a beautiful piano, but...

-You cannot afford it, right?- {Nanao laughs mournfully, and the picture moves from staring at the carpet to one that shows Goldenrod's small but well-stocked music store. The salesman is leaning on a beautiful grand piano, on whose keys Nanao's gloved fingers still rest.}

You have that right. Apart from the price, I'm pretty sure that it would take up most of the space in the room I intend to put it in. {Reverently, she runs her fingers over the top of it, and sighs.} I don't suppose you have an upright, do you?

-You're in luck. We've just received one from Kanto, actually. Would you like to try it out?- {She nods, and he gestures over, the camera following the movement to reveal... a humble-looking polished wood upright piano. Nanao's voice sounds from out of frame.}

May I? {The salesman must have nodded, because she makes a delighted noise, and wheels over, carefully negotiating her way through the close-stacked piles of sheet music and recorders. She lifts the lid, and looks over her shoulder one last time, before she sets her fingers to the keys and begins to play. Tentative at first, she exhales and starts to lose herself in the music. There's no known notes to guide her, no carefully annotated sheet music, just herself and the piano and her memories.}

{The sheer sound cascades from her fingers out into the store, filling it with melody and joy and melancholy all at once, and it seems to be over all too soon, and she's left leaning over the keys, the last remnants of the sound fading slowly into the air, and she smiles.}

I'll take it.

//text, private to Hitsugaya Toushirou

I know Hyourinmaru vanished when Hinamori-san vanished, but Shiryuu needs a better trainer than I - and she's much calmer than Golduck-san.

{ooc: Feel free to bump into Nanao if you're in and around Goldenrod! You might even see her trundling through the streets of Goldenrod with a piano hovering behind her. There's an Alakazam sitting on top of the piano, which may or may not explain things.}

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

In that case, you're a natural. [He can't say this from experience of course, considering he was made to be a musical genius... but he knows talent when he sees it.

He walks closer to the piano and presses two or three keys nonchalantly, making a pleasant sound.]

{Raising an eyebrow - is that a challenge, good sir?}

And so are you, apparently.

[He can't help but grin. It's not a challenge, but he won't turn it down if it's just for fun. This is the first time that the Other Father's been around another pianist... Or at least, a pianist with a piano.]

I learnt for my daughter. [He says that is if it's a normal thing to do.]

{Have an approving smile! Yes, that is completely normal for her.}

That's a wonderful reason.

I'm glad you think so. [Now that he seems sincere about.

[His smile crawls up his lips as another key is pressed and then stopped completely.]

Wanna play?

[It's been playing on his mind since he saw you. He's never played with someone else, but he definitely knows how.]

{She bites her lip, looks down at the keyboard, and then back up at him.}

I... don't know how to play with someone else. {Shy smile!} But if you're willing to teach me, I'll give it a go!

Just improvise. If it sounds good, go with it. If you want, I can do the improvising? [He figures that that way, she can start playing with a tune that she knows, so she won't feel so out of place.]

Mind if I sit down?

That would be nice, actually.

{And shifting out of the way sob what is maneuvering in a wheelchair.}

Feel free.

Thanks. [And he does just that.]

Ready?

(( ooc; Take your pick, if you haven't got one lined up already. 1. 2.- and I can't find anymore. ;-; If they're pre-existing, I play the Other Father with a strange knack of 'creating' songs that already exist from time to time (I have headcanon/relating-to-canon with that one. |D) So he might go into a song she knows? His playing style is pretty jolly, but he can do any style.]

When you are!

{{ooc: Number two works better, it's by Handel, so she'd probably know it.}}

[The Other Father adjusts his glasses, places his hands on the keys and then he begins to play;fast and majestically.

Here goes. But of course, music speaks for itself.]

{She cocks her head to the side - it's vaguely familiar to her, and so she sets her fingers to the keys and adds her own dancing melody to his, swaying gently.}

{It fitted somehow, but good musicians always did find a way to make it work.}

[He makes a little o-hoo~ sound excitedly, his head turning to towards Ise as he continues to play with ease. He'd slipped in a chance for her to improivise there. Everyone can shine if you let them take the spotlight- and the spotlight has never been a place that the Other Father really cares for for himself. Others always come first.]

You're doing rea~l good.

{She glances up to meet his eyes and smiles a little, before flicking her eyes back to the keys to keep playing.}

Thanks - I've never done anything like this before... But it sure is fun!

Nothing's worth doing unless you're having fun. [The way he says it... it could be almost creepy, but it's obvious he means it genuinely.]

That's a good outlook to have on life - I'll remember it. {Because goodness knows she can look at the world somewhat pessimistically sometimes.}

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