025 - How can people not know what beauty this is (I've taken it for granted my whole life)

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She has her dad's piano again, in a relatively private corner. She thinks anyway. ONE CAN NEVER TELL IN THIS PLACE. She's playing this song and singing quietly, just in case there is someone around. She can't resist singing, though, especially after two weeks of silence.]

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[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou is lured in by the music. A slight, curious headtilt, and then Misaki is singing and he can't help but smile a little at it.]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Have a Shion wandering by and stopping to listen to the music silently]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Lala, oblivious~ She keeps playing the melody even after she's finished with the words, humming to herself.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou wanders around in front of the piano, watching the strings vibrate. After a second, he looks back up to the player.] You play piano, Misaki-san?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She finishes and stretches, singing the chorus under her breath.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

No, but I pretend to for TV.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[... blink.] Really?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[And she bursts out laughing, sorry Ryotarou.]

Yes, Ryotarou-kun. I play piano.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[... oh. Tilts his head down a little, embarrassed.]

I see... You're really good at it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I should hope so. I started, what? Thirteen years ago?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

That's amazing... [smiles a little, and looks at the piano again for a moment]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Not really. [She leans back and props herself up on piano bench.] I just got lucky and found someone who didn't mind teaching me for free.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

For thirteen years?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Soft smile] No, my teacher died a while ago. I kept playing. Worked with some student musicians in university, that sort of thing.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Nods slowly in understanding.] You must really like to play.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I do. It's relaxing, and getting a hard piece just right after a dozen run-throughs where it just didn't click--it's like magic.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Nods again, then looks curious.] What was it you were just playing? ... Have you been able to play it for long?

[contract_star]

[Off to the side (sans ATs), just listening with a soft smile on his face.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She sees him and jerks her head, pausing in her singing long enough to say,] Come sit.

[contract_star]

[Blinks as if to say, "really?", then comes over and sits next to her.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's called... 'Lullabye for a Stormy Night', I think. It's by an American singer I'm rather fond of.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Shifts fluidly to another song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHQaUCsq0YM), still singing just as quietly.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

What singer? [Curious kid is always curious.]

[contract_star]

[Listens quietly, though he gets more and more red as the song goes on. He's quiet for a moment after she finishes, blushing quite furiously now. And not only is her pronunciation very good, he doesn't think she really knows what the lyrics say.]

Ah, that's...that's beautiful. W-where did you learn it?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

The woman my father hired to clean our house when I was young--she ended up doubling as my nursemaid a lot of the time. She was Chinese. Why? What does it mean?