[He jolts upright at the sound and his hand goes straight to America's wrist to firmly guide them away, accompanied by a frantic ah -- tss-tss-tss-tss...!! as if he's trying to pull a child away from a hot stove.] Be careful, just because it can be played loudly properly doesn't mean it can be banged on like that, it's not good for the strings -- oh, maybe I should get another one of those orbs to summon my tuning kit... actually not a bad business idea if there are others here with pianos, hm...
[His face turns red at the nickname, though of all the ways for that word to be used, this is possibly the least offensive he can think of.] Don't say something so crass! Listening to music to help you sleep -- Paris Hilton said she did the same thing when she went to the Opernball.
[UGH]
Piano Man won't help you sleep even if I wanted to play it! No one ever hears that without bursting into song -- what about some sort of softer, calming jazz if you want to hear something from your home?? There are just so many options -- [A lightbulb just went off.]
Copland? What about Copland? Ah, I'll see what I can remember of it. [He wiggles his fingers plaintively in some attempt to wake them up and begins playing the first of these, though he is careful not to move above mezzo forte considering the hour. It occurs to him he probably should have closed the lid, but it is what it is. He finishes the first short piece of the group, smiling before pulling his hands away once the sound decays.]
...He wrote three more of them but I never memorized them. I always liked this one. Takes me back. 1926.
[The Music Slut decides what's soothing and what's not. They can be on their own self absorbed track together]
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[His face turns red at the nickname, though of all the ways for that word to be used, this is possibly the least offensive he can think of.] Don't say something so crass! Listening to music to help you sleep -- Paris Hilton said she did the same thing when she went to the Opernball.
[UGH]
Piano Man won't help you sleep even if I wanted to play it! No one ever hears that without bursting into song -- what about some sort of softer, calming jazz if you want to hear something from your home?? There are just so many options -- [A lightbulb just went off.]
Copland? What about Copland? Ah, I'll see what I can remember of it. [He wiggles his fingers plaintively in some attempt to wake them up and begins playing the first of these, though he is careful not to move above mezzo forte considering the hour. It occurs to him he probably should have closed the lid, but it is what it is. He finishes the first short piece of the group, smiling before pulling his hands away once the sound decays.]
...He wrote three more of them but I never memorized them. I always liked this one. Takes me back. 1926.
[The Music Slut decides what's soothing and what's not. They can be on their own self absorbed track together]