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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Sept 15, 2010 19:50:40 GMT 10
Eliza always had a fascination with pianos. Each key was attached to a small hammer which hit their corresponding string, creating a beautiful sound to ring from the semi-hollow body; simply genius. Every since she was a little girl Eliza had wished she could play the piano, but her parents never pushed her to as other children's parents did. Although she could sing, and had been able to since she could talk, she never bothered to sit at a piano and give it a go, at least not until a few years ago. Back in Australia she had been playing piano for about a year and she had progressed quite well, but after listening to classical pianists, and even some contemporary ones, she wished she'd been playing since she could walk.
Ever since she became fascinated with pianos, Eliza's father would constantly tell her about the beautiful grand piano in the auditorium at his school, trying to lure her into his clutches. And now that Eliza was stuck at the school, she figured she might as well check out this 'absolutely amazing' piano her father had been telling her about for years. It was close to seven o'clock and she knew she wasn't meant to be in the auditorium, but if anyone caught her, what were they going to do, really? A student wouldn't dare argue with her, if a teacher came in talk her way out of it and if her father happened to come in then she could just say she was testing it out. Her own father wouldn't give her a detention.
Eliza looked around the corridor before entering through the heavy wooden doors and into the auditorium, preferring not to be caught at all, if she could help it. As she entered the auditorium, she couldn't help but feel slightly taken aback by the amazing room that stood before her. It was massive, red velvet covered tiered seats surrounding her, rising even further behind her than she imagined. There were two isles running down the room to the stage in front of her. She walked down the left hand side isle towards the stage excited to see what she'd find behind the heavy red curtains. She practically skipped up the small set of stairs to the left of the stage and made her way to the middle of the curtains, pushing her way through. On stage it was dark, so she quickly moved to the prompt side of the stage and found the rope to open the curtains, which wasn't too difficult, considering her situation. She pulled down on the rope and watched as light from the auditorium filtered onto the stage, casting light on a beautiful, shining, black grand piano, sitting on the other side of the stage.
Eliza walked softly across the stage, taking in all its beauty. She ran her fingers along the surface of the lid, her fingers sliding smoothly over the top of it. She was quite literately breathless. As she reached the edge of the lid, Eliza grasped the edge of it and pushed it up with all her might, the lid heavier than she expected. After using the pole inside the piano to hold the lid in place, Eliza made her way around to the front of the piano, sitting down on the stool and lifted the lid that covered the keys. Before playing a single note, Eliza took in a deep breath and rested her fingers on the keys for a moment, her heart racing with excitement. She played a simply D major chord and it rang throughout the room, the acoustics in the auditorium complimenting the sound coming from the piano. Eliza began to play a small melody, humming along with as she did so. It wasn't anything special, but the piano made it sound magnificent.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 17, 2010 11:23:37 GMT 10
There are certain things that you come to expect from people of different groups or "Cliques" as they are called by some. That of which is mostly know that nerds and geeks tend to follow rules and avoid trouble as they understand the principle of cause and reaction. While that of the arties and jocks is that you just need to be careful to make sure you don't get caught. Arkasel was an exception to this well known rule, but that was simply because like everyone he had a spark of curiosity and determination... His was just a little stronger if not thick headed.
It was why he was out near seven down the halls, keeping a watchful eye about the place as he kept the bag tight around his shoulder and his footsteps even more so to the floor as he avoided making as much noise as possible. He'd only been back for a short time of his fourth year and already he was pushing his luck, he just had to keep his head down for the year and then he would be fine to go wherever accepted him and held his greatest interest.
So right now he was trying to think his way through a simple enough titration when he heard a sudden rich note coming from the thick wooden doors right beside him. It was enough to make him freeze in his tracks as he looked directly to them and then around to see if anyone may have been near and flinched and to try and strain himself to hear footsteps as well as more of the tune. The former did not happen to his thankful ears, but the latter did and it held his attention.
Enough that he found himself going against the original survival reaction to run before someone came and push his way through the door quietly as he looked into the room. The center stage was taken up by a young girl playing away in a quiet beautiful manner, it held him there for a moment before he slid through the gap and headed down the aisles quietly to about a third of the way up as he sunk into a chair quietly and continued to listen. He'd been doing a lot of that recently ever since he'd met Adelaide the day before, his next meeting due later on that night with her.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Sept 21, 2010 16:29:50 GMT 10
The sound from the piano was giving Eliza goosebumps; she'd never heard a piano sound so full and rich before, and she'd heard her fair share of pianos. While what she was playing was simple and easy, Eliza began to lose herself in the music, the sustain pedal creating a calm and soothing atmosphere within the hall. She shut her eyes as she continued to play the short riff, repeating it every now and then, adding fourths to her chords and lengthening particular notes. Eliza's fingers slid over each key smoothly, the ivory cool against her fingertips as she played. The humming from Eliza's mouth slowly turned into a tune she recognised, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what song it was, but she didn't stop, the music had become hypnotic.
Slowly words came to her mind, slipping between her lips and Eliza found herself singing a familiar song which she recognised from her childhood. The song was one her mother used to sing to her as a young child when she went to sleep. The song had never been sung to music before, but Eliza liked it, and sounded remarkably more complete with the piano accompanying the words. The song calmed her, memories of her childhood running through her head, a small smile forming on her face as she sang.
"The night is young, but so are you, it's time to sleep, because the sun is too," Eliza sang softly, her eyes still shut as she enjoyed the familiarity of the song. "Soon you'll wake, morning will be here, the sun will shine, the air will be clear."
Eliza never realised how cheesy the lyrics were, but as a child she became very much intrigued by them and the lullaby always made her go to sleep, which she felt she may soon. Eliza opened her eyes slowly, to be sure not to drift off, and as she did, her eyes crossed the room and connecting with someone else's who was sitting towards the back of the room, watching her contently. Eliza, although never self-conscious and rarely cared what people thought, stopped singing, and her piano playing became significantly less complicated and went back to simple chords. She felt as though she should say something to him but couldn't think of anything sufficient to say, her lack of conversational skills kicking in. Instead, Eliza looked back down at the keys, hoping he didn't notice her looking at him, while she was convinced that he did.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 22, 2010 6:43:20 GMT 10
After sliding into the room and grabbing a seat, Arkasel had began to wonder if he was doing the right thing. It was totally out of character for him to stay and do such a thing but then again it also wasn't in his character to get caught with a fair amount of homemade alcohol out in the hallways after curfew for the rooms. So he tried to rationalize the thought as he sat and listened to the girl playing. The rhythm was smooth and hypnotic as was the near silent hum that could be barely made out from her singing, it took a lot of focus to hear it as he sat forward slightly to try and pick it out with his hands crossed on his haunches.
Then the quiet noise broke into audible words of a song as she began to sing and he shut his eyes to listen for a few moments with his head bobbing gently along with the tune in relaxation. When the lyrics stopped however he opened his eyes again to watch as she began to look around the room before realising that he was there. *Oh shit Ark...* he thought to himself as the jig was up and he tried to figure out what to say as the music suddenly became simpler and slower as she turned back to the piano and remained near motionless other than playing and breaking.
But he was missing the music all ready and it made him think he should say something. Thankfully a quick swig from the plastic bottle in his bag offered a little courage as he took a moment to breath before sighing out. "Why stop now? An audience of one does not hold judgement" he asked, curious as to if she would start playing again.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Sept 27, 2010 20:43:26 GMT 10
Although surprised by the boy's presence, Eliza's fingers continued to move along the keys, a small smirk forming on her face as she watched her hands, pressing each note carefully. The boy's words struck Eliza interesting as she realised how strange it was for her to stop playing the song. Eliza's favourite thing to do was to perform, especially in front of an audience that was happy to listen, and yet, here she was, relinquishing the opportunity to impress someone with her skills. She obviously had a momentary lapse in judgement.
Eliza's fingers began to move more fervently against the keys, repeating the same simple melody from earlier with long, echoing notes. She began to hum again, her lips tingling from the vibrations of her voice within her mouth. As she once again fell back into the music, Eliza's voice broke out from her lips and she began to sing.
"Close your eyes, count the sheep, dream your dreams, as you sleep," Eliza sang, the melody soft and sweet. Eliza looked up and glanced at the boy from underneath her eyelashes quickly before looking back down at the keys, her smirk still somewhat present.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 30, 2010 4:26:33 GMT 10
The girl seemed to slowly be regaining her willingness to play in front of him, even going so far as to let a small smirk grow as she graced her hands across the smooth ivory of the piano he'd heard so few times. As she played louder and stronger she seemed to regain confidence quickly as Arkasel realised how rarely he had been in the hall. If he could he would usually avoid the events since they where just another segregation against him with a general lack of friends since he flew between all three of the sciences instead of focusing on one like most of the others did.
Her voice cracked the silence once more as she sang along to the tune in a gentle manner as he leaned forward slightly to listen, propping his head up on a wrist and elbow on his thigh. He kept a careful watch as she glanced up for a split second from under her long lashes and back to the keys, her smile still there and making his grow slowly but weakly. Maybe he was capable of this, two people may have just been a rare chance however, he had no idea what would happen if he socialised with a wider selection of others.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Sept 30, 2010 8:25:34 GMT 10
Before she knew it, Eliza was lost in the music. She could feel herself falling further and further into the depths of the melody as she sang it, the piano providing a rather sustainable accompaniment. While the lyrics were cheesy and not all that imaginative, the melody kept it interesting and Eliza found herself enjoying this moment more than she ever thought she could. She dreaded coming to this school and having to see her father every day, but this piano almost made it all worth while, as if she could stand being in the presence of her father each day simply so she could play this piano.
After a few more minutes of playing, Eliza became aware, once again, that she was not alone, and usually when she was alone with a piano she couldn't be stopped without force. This, she knew, would become a problem if the boy was looking for a decent amount of conversation with her because he'd have to physically interrupt her, otherwise she was lost to the world. It was an interesting trait of Eliza's; the moment she became engrossed in any kind of music she couldn't be dragged from it without brut force, or some kind of reluctance on her own end. It had proven to be quite problematic at times as she was known to have been sitting the backyard listening to her iPod for hours on end, causing her to miss dinner. While her mother saw this as a problem, Eliza enjoyed every moment of it.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Oct 2, 2010 3:46:23 GMT 10
The girl seemed rather engrossed in the music after a few words of encouragement from the Irish boy in the audience. He himself was falling for it to as he leaned forward in the chair to listen better, forgetting completely why he had even come near the room in the first place and just enjoying the performance. He even found his hand dipping into the bag and lifting out the bottle for a drink, only snapping back after the strong taste of it had kicked him rather harshly.
A few moments later she seemed to slack for a tiny second as she must have realised he was still there before going back to it. She must have been one of the musicians who was dedicated till the end of a performance and couldn't be interrupted until then. He was the same with experiments, drowning out most of the world for them as he went along despite who tried to grab his attention. It did trigger him to get up and move to the front row however, dropping his bag in front of the chair as he stood and watched, hands loosely hanging in his pockets as he looked up to her playing the piano.
He was tempted to interject but once again fear of messing up hit him harshly and made him near silent as he listened and tried to build up the courage he had lost so suddenly from getting up.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 9, 2010 12:23:22 GMT 10
Although she became suddenly aware of the boy's movement in his seat, Eliza didn't stop playing. She noticed he pulled a bottle out of his bag and put it to his lips, and for some reason she suspected it wasn't water. He seemed like the kind of person who would gladly smuggle alcohol onto the grounds and drink it somewhat publicly. However, she was quite surprised he did it in front of the headmaster's daughter, then again, the two of them had never met before and she was sure the rumours about her hadn't spread too far around the school yet. Secretly, though, Eliza felt she could go a nice long swig of some alcohol.
Still quite aware of the boy as he walked to the front row, Eliza still played, short melodies seeping from her lips, finding it hard not to do so. What was a lullaby slowly became a song she'd written only days before leaving for France. The song made her happy, glad to be returning to her favourite place on the planet, not so happy to be returning to her father's presence. The lyrics flowed from her naturally, unable to help herself, however, after a few moments of singing she realised the boy wasn't sitting down, rather standing up and watching her, unlike most people. She glanced over at him, trying to decipher what he would do next; would be sit? Simply stand there maybe? Or perhaps make his way onto the stage? Before she could decide what was more likely, Eliza fell back into the song, singing softly.
"Over the hills the sun will rise, shining straight into your eyes," the words felt natural and smooth coming out of her mouth. "Don't close them yet, you've got a long way to go, hold my hand, and never let go."
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Oct 14, 2010 21:30:28 GMT 10
The girl kept her musical number flowing sweetly and smoothly in the echoing silence of the room. Every note bouncing off the walls and hitting Arkasel full force with it's melody. He took a swig from the bottle hidden in his bag and the bitter taste after reminded him that it wasn't water he was carrying around like a good student would.
But after moving down closer to the stage he felt what confidence he had suddenly dwindle away on a momentary glimpse of eye contact. He was tied between the choice of sitting and listening further, standing like a nervous basket case that seemed very out of place or moving up to the stage. Courage was not his strong point in this particular field, with risks in experiments and such yes but life no. Thankfully alcohol helped him with this problem quite nicely.
It was a result of her singing once more that made him move a bit closer to the stage and lean on it, arms on the ground as he looked up to her playing. "That's a pretty tune you're playing... Write yourself did you?" he asked, his accent easily standing him out from the music from it's harshness. The Irish had never been known for their singing capabilities.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 16, 2010 13:58:27 GMT 10
From her peripheral vision Eliza saw the boy bring the bottle to his lips again, and he took another swig, a small smirk forming on her lips as she sung the same line again, unable to help herself. Knowing that someone else at the school was up for bringing illegal substances onto the grounds made her excited, looking forward to the coming year, if she could get her hands on some alcohol that is.
As she continued to play the song, the boy leant on the stage and looked up to her, seeming be enjoying himself very much. This only encouraged Eliza to keep playing, the words filling the empty space around her. As she sang, the boy asked her if she'd written the song, his Irish accent thick and rough. His voice sent goosebumps up her arms and the back of her neck, Eliza always having a soft spot of accents.
"Yeah," Eliza spoke softly, her Australian accent contrasting with his. Due to spending a lot of her life in Australia, Eliza had lost a lot of her French accent, but there was still a small hint of it in every few words she spoke. "I wrote it a few days ago before leaving home."
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Oct 17, 2010 13:41:13 GMT 10
A second swig of drink was probably not the wisest move for Arkasel to make but right now he wasn't all that wise since he was carrying it around after curfew hours and hanging around in a normally closed off area of the school. Plus it took the edge off things and made it easier to feel a hell of a lot less nervous. So the next thing on the list of unwise things for him to do was walk right up to the stage, rest himself against it and look up at the musician.
She played onwards and he wound up asking her if she had wrote it herself, to which she told him she had in a rather strong accent that occasionally took a hit of french into the mix. "Well it's a nice one, impressive for only a few days work to get it wrote" he replied as he kept his voice lowered at the volume of her own since they both seemed the quiet type at that moment.
"Good usage of the piano here. Usually when we have to hear it, it's someone playing some old piece for the tenth time that year and expecting us to all agree it's the most amazing thing we've heard" he said after as he moved his hands together for a moment so they balled up, one closed over the back of another fist while he listened.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 17, 2010 14:51:56 GMT 10
Eliza always took kindly to compliments, she just wasn't always that public about it. She gave him a small smile when he complimented her on the song, but didn't say another word, too busy trying to figure out what he was drinking while she continued to play the soft song. She knew the only way to find out what he was drinking was to ask, but she thought that might be a rather odd and out of place thing to ask. Although, they were in the auditorium when they were probably meant to be making their way to their rooms anytime soon, so Eliza was already rather out of place, in some sense.
"That's a shame," Eliza replied, looking back down at her fingers as they moved. "A beautiful piano like this should only be graced with enjoyable songs played by talented hands." Eliza was aware that she sounded rather self absorbed and egotistic by saying that, but he had already complimented her, so her head was only just beginning to inflate. "Do you play?" Eliza asked softly, glancing at the boy for a moment before looking back at the keys.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Oct 18, 2010 13:44:57 GMT 10
His compliment seemed to unnoticed as she continued to play, her hand dancing very gently alongside the tune as she went, leading him into an almost hypnotic trance of sorts as he listened and watched, his own matching the tempo slowly but surely. When he made a mention of what the piano had been used for she told him it was a shame as she looked back to the keys and left him alone for a moment again as he stared at the wood of the stage.
He looked back up however as she spoke once more of the piano only deserving to be played by those of which had talent and songs which brought joy to others rather than boredom of repetitiveness. It made him smile a little as he nodded, "To true, those performances are to infrequent and to far apart to be enjoyed as they should however" he replied as she continued before looking to him for a split second and asking if he played the piano as well before her eyes danced back to her keys.
A short laugh burst from his throat as he shook his head and sighed. "No, thankfully not. If I did I am sure I would violate such a beautiful instrument" he replied looking towards her for a momentary glance. "Though I can tell quite easily you have played for some time with your relaxation at it" he added after.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 18, 2010 20:20:08 GMT 10
Eliza didn't like the idea of an old person gracing the piano with boring and outdated music which made the piano go unappreciated, she believed only desired music should be played on it. The piano was not only appealing to the eyes, but the sound that emitted from it was hair raising and gave Eliza goosebumps, no matter how simple the piece was that she was playing. As her initial talent was singing, Eliza was sure someone else could bring the piano more justice than she, but she thought she was doing a pretty good job of it so far, and it appeared the boy thought so too.
"I've been playing for a few years, but this is nothing compared to what some people can do,"Eliza replied, smiling lightly. Although some people couldn't quite grasp the art of piano playing, Eliza didn't like the fact that the boy thought he could actually 'violate such a beautiful instrument', or so he put it. "Maybe you should try, it's not a very hard instrument, and even the easiest pieces can sound amazing on the right piano." Eliza raised her eyebrows at the boy, and gestured to the spare space next to her on the long stool with a short nod, giving him a subtle, almost seductive smirk.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Oct 19, 2010 0:37:04 GMT 10
The music kept going and their conversation continued slowly as it drifted in the background, the tune being so different to what he was used to hearing come from the grand instrument in the heart of the room. She told him she hadn't been playing that long but compared to some others it was nothing, it made him shake his head a little with a weak chuckle. "Then I would like to see that, it would truly surpass the name of the school for the gifted. More along the lines of maestro" he replied before she asked if he played and he replied in a blatant manner that he would not suit it.
She seemed determined to think otherwise as she told him to try and that it was an easier instrument that even the most simple of pieces could ring like hers. Almost ready to rely it was only as she tiled her head at the bench with a smirk that made him feel that he would be acting like a git if he did not accept the offer, as so he proceeded to hop up the stage and sit beside her, a few inches gap separating them.
"I have to warn you, I played once when I was back home... They asked me to never go near a piano or keyboard again" he said, offering her fair warning in a slightly unintentional comic manner as he set his bottle down behind him.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 19, 2010 8:24:48 GMT 10
Eliza couldn't help but smile lightly at his compliment. "This really isn't my most talented feature, but I could imagine you thinking so if the only thing played on this was the national anthem and such," she replied, trying not to seem too bashful, as the boy hopped up on stage, glad to see he was going to take up the opportunity to play the grand piano. As he walked towards her, Eliza noticed the bottle in his hand, still very curious as to what was inside it. As soon as he sat down, however, he placed it on the floor behind them, so she went from looking at the bottle up to him, suddenly astounded by his facial features.
Although she had been looking at him for the past few minutes, her eyesight was not as good as some seventeen year olds of her age and hadn't noticed his eyes. While most of his facial features were hard and rough, his eyes lightened up his entire face, adding a subtle softness to it. They were a green/blue colour that reminded Eliza of the ocean. Along with pianos, she had always been fascinated by eyes, especially the different colours among them. While some people had brown or hazel eyes, others were blue or green, occasionally even grey. They always managed to keep her captivated.
Eliza was pulled from her slight daze as the boy spoke, warning her of his ability to play piano, or rather this lack of it. "That's fine, we'll start slowly," Eliza assured him, looking down at the keys, her left hand playing long, sustained chords while her right hand played a simple 5 note melody. "As I place my finger on these notes in my left hand, I want you to do the same with yours, just an octave lower." The beauty of the piano was that it looked the same at every octave, so he could just look at the notes she was playing just at a different octave. Eliza became slightly excited for the sound another, lower, chord would create.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Oct 19, 2010 13:23:12 GMT 10
The girl retorted to his compliment quickly of it not being her most talented point but that she could understand why he might guess it so from all he heard on it. ”You may be right on that, never was one for the anthems” he replied with a chuckle before she told him to come up and he did so with a sigh, hopping the stage with a light vault of his arms and onto the chair beside her with the bottle behind. She seemed to follow it back up to him and then let her gaze linger for a few moments.
After a brief awkward feeling moment, he told her that he was not much use on it and she seemed to snap out as she told him that they would start slowly, her hand moving along the keys as she played the tune and told him to do so an octave lower. He could follow that, which he confirmed with a nod as he let his hands fall into place, matching the layout of the keys she was using. ”Here goes nothing” he said with a small sigh of nervousness as he let his little finger press the key once to let a deep hum ring out that made him grin a little.
However this was followed by her continuing to play and him struggling to try and keep up, a few moments behind her every time she pressed a key and an occasional note drift up or down that lead to a painful ringing out of place. ”I guess I could say I told you so” he said with a weak smile and a nervous chuckle as he looked over to the girl playing so skilfully compared to himself.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Oct 19, 2010 14:09:03 GMT 10
As the boy placed his fingers on the keys, Eliza subconsciously nodded, as if to accept the placement of his hand. He played the first chord fine and in time with Eliza's, the second wasn't too bad either, but from then on he began to play out of time, however each change of chord was perfect. Eliza was getting the feeling he understood the logistics behind playing the piano, with his quick change of chords and finger placement, but his timing was out. Maybe he's rhythmically challenged, Eliza thought to herself, a small smile on her face as she watched him trying to keep up.
"No no no, you're getting the chords right," Eliza assured him, a slight cheekiness to her smile. "Maybe we should slow it down a little, just try and play the chords as I do." She continued to play the same melody and chords, but slowed down the tempo, hoping this time he would be able to keep up.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Oct 20, 2010 11:23:30 GMT 10
Attempting to play the piano was not as easy as people had told him before or how the girl had made it out to be, sure he got the placement right and could switch easily between them. The issue was the few moments it took to switch as he moved at a wrong tempo, he just couldn't seem to match hers without drifting out a moment later and making it sound terrible.
Eventually he stopped and sighed with a weak smile from his effort, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment as he mentioned how his attempt had gone. She argued back that he was getting the chords right with a smirk of her own as she suggested they slow down a little and trying to match her speed them as she did so and he sighed putting his hands back on the keys. "You must really hate your ears to let me do this" he said as he attempted to keep up after a few moments.
He did all right, managing to keep up just a little behind her but still lacking slightly, every time he tried to speed up he went off to the previous attempts speed and then slowing right back down again. "Don't think I have the tempo down... Not exactly something I've been great at" he said, focusing as best he could and trying to keep up with her, drifting more and more slowly towards her speed with each press.
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