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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 3, 2007 19:30:48 GMT -8
In the music room of the school, there stood Mitsuki with her electric violin, while her brother was setting up his drumset. She gave a sigh, and rubbed the back of her neck - the only reason they were playing at school was because they didn't want to disturb anyone in the condo-complex building. Mitsuki had already set up the sound system for her 5-string violin, including the expensive pedals she had just recently acquired as a gift from her biological father back in Japan. It was a light violin, something that could be taken easily anywhere. Drums, on the other hand... Yeah, not so easy. No, they didn't bring the drumset from their house, but instead, they used the school's drumset instead. Reita just had problems with it because he didn't like the way they were positioned-"Okay, I'm ready."[/b]
She sighed - it was possibly half an hour after school, most people would be gone, but just in case... She closed the door. She didn't want a crowd forming. Walking back in position, she set her music on her stand - yeah, she didn't memorize her music yet - and placed the violin in position while her brother set up a beat...and then?
She began to play.
She would play both the electric guitar parts, and the piano parts the best she could. The pedals allowed her to change her sound accordingly, or depending on which pedal she pressed on, copy and repeat during the whole song. Although, even with the door closed, a muffled melody could be heard... |
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Post by saito on Mar 3, 2007 20:12:56 GMT -8
“?”
-- Like in 552, I lingered around the building after classes were done. Old habits don’t die easily, do they?
-- At some point during my stroll, a muffled sound caught my ear. It started out soft, hard to hear, gentle, and calm, serene. That’s when the drums kicked in, and tempo and volume began to pick up. To put it bluntly, it sounded awesome. For pure curiosity sake, I began walking in the direction of the noise. Curiosity will be the death of me yet.
The intensity seemed to die down just a tad, but sped up just as fast as it had calmed down.
-- The noise grew steadily louder as I drew nearer and nearer to the source with each step. And when I got to the source, and lingered for only a brief moment, blinking a couple times. The glance was brief, but it seemed that the instrumentalists were both Asian. Judging by appearance, Korean like I was. Interesting.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 3, 2007 20:41:19 GMT -8
When they finished playing, her brother threw a drumstick at her. Why? Simple - because she didn't memorize her music, when he gave her a week to memorize. Well, it was hard enough learning the music in a week, considering that she hadn't even touched her violin since they moved, but memorizing it in the same week? What did he think she was? A memorizing goddess of some sort? She made sure that the stick hit her, and not her violin or her bow, or else he'd scold her even more for not dodging it properly. Strict brother at times, very loose at other times.
"Memorize your music before you come home. I'm going. If you don't, nuh jook eun dah (you're dead/you're going to die)."
Direct order from her brother, which she had to follow. Of course, the infamous, "You're dead/I'll kill you/Do you want to die" phrase was said. Brilliant. She sighed and leaned against the wall while her brother left the room, leaving the door open. He saw the boy in the halls, but didn't make anything of it - Mitsuki didn't know he was there, and practiced playing without looking, but made many, many mistakes.
She took off the hospital mask that covers most of her face nearly at all times, and glanced at the sheet music for a minute before turning around and playing again. Her memory of the music was improving, but by the time she memorized the whole thing - including dynamics - it would take hours.
"...strict.."
She muttered quietly to herself.
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Post by saito on Mar 4, 2007 11:54:54 GMT -8
-- I understood everything up to the “nuh jook eun dah” part. Having grown up around parents who watched a lot of Korean drama, my mother in particular, I was able to distinguish the language, but it took me a little longer to translate. I hadn’t spoken a word of Korean since I set foot in the U.S., so I was a tad rusty with my native language.
Sad, ain’t it?
That wasn’t really a nice thing to say.
-- Serpentine eyes watched the other Korean boy leave, and I peered into the room again. The red… Or was it Pink?... Haired girl was practicing her violin, apparently trying to memorize it. It seemed to improve gradually.
-- Listening in probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but I liked the music. Was this gonna get me killed?
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 4, 2007 16:34:03 GMT -8
Just to get this over with - Mitsuki did not have red hair, nor did she have pink - it was actually a dark brown-ish color with a tint of red in it. However, because the sun was shining brightly through the windows, it looked more of a reddish-orangish like colour. Weee~!
Mitsuki had finished memorizing the first part of the violin, and when it came down to pressing down on one of the pedals to change the sound into an electric guitar, she forgot. Taking a deep breath, she decided to take a different approach in memorizing this music. Standing back in front of the stand, along with the music, she began to play, and she carefully read the notes and cresendoes along with the pedal marks carefully. She had a decent memory, and all would go well. Hopefully.
She started off playing again, carefully fingering the strings and sliding her bow across the violin, the vibrating noises ringing throughout the room, and gradually, very slowly, she managed to close her eyes half way through the song, and play by memory. And when she opened her eyes, she noticed the door was open, and near the door, a guy; that's when she finished the song.
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Post by saito on Mar 5, 2007 1:49:23 GMT -8
Dang, I've been noticed...
Game Over. Please insert coin to continue.
"Er, I'm sorry, I just heard your music down the hall and I got a little curious so I..."
-- *Sigh* Ramble, ramble, ramble. Why is it that people's speech get's affected during times of nervousness? An interesting problem, and an annoying one at that. If there was a cure for it, I'd buy it. 'Might improve my not so decent social skills at the same time.
"If I'm bothering you, I can leave..."
-- There wasn't not much else for me to say after that... For now at least. Being somewhat of an artist myself, with a pencil and with a couple instruments, I could understand that people didn't like to be disturbed most of the time. But hey, I was curious!... It'll get me killed one of these days, I swear...
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 5, 2007 13:20:10 GMT -8
Mitsuki merely stood still and watched him, her brown eyes blinking twice, wondering how long he's been there. Why? Because of the contant music she played incorrectly. Embarassing? I guess, but Mitsuki isn't the type to be embarassed of such things. She was more of...disturbed, due to the fact that she wasn't used to having people watching her play, other than relatives and close friends. He was a stranger - with silvery like hair!
"Oh, no.. It's fine. I don't mind."
Of course, cue the awkward silence. She doesn't know what to do anymore, other then play the song again...unless he was a musician himself? Though, she didn't see why a person who wasn't a musician would want to listen, unless they appreciated the art of music..
"Are you a musician?"
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Post by saito on Mar 5, 2007 19:37:52 GMT -8
-- I let out a sigh of relief. Curiosity didn't kill the cat this time around, thank goodness...
That's about when the awkward silence set in. I swore I could almost hear the crickets own little song. Well, now that I was noticed, what to do? Continue to listen? It seemed like the only option available.
-- Oh wait, I have a question to answer first. The silence is broken! Hoorjay~!
"A musician? Sort of. I have some experiance in playing the piano, and a little with an electric guitar."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 6, 2007 14:51:59 GMT -8
Piano - a very common instrument that most stereotypical Korean parents make their children play at a young age. If not piano, then violin. If not violin, than the cello. If not cello? Then some other string instrument that their parents find absolutely fascinating. Heh. Judging from his appearence, she wasn't sure if he was Korean or Japanese - his eyes and skin tone said he was Korean, but his silver hair... Well, how many Koreans do you know that have silver hair? Yeah, that's what I thought.
"Can you play something on the piano?"
She looked over at the piano on the other side of the drum sets. Whatever he played, she would improvise and join in - what? It seemed like a good idea, and would also be quite enjoyable for practice. She would've said the electric guitar, since hers is the electric violin, but she didn't have an electric guitar with her, nor did the school.
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Post by saito on Mar 6, 2007 16:16:57 GMT -8
Play something? "Alright. Let's see what i can recall off of the top of my head..." -- I put more than just my head into the room this time around and strolled on over to the piano that was stationed on the other side of the drums. Taking my seat on the bench, my mind flipped through the assortment of music I had played over the years... And hadn't forgotten. Mostly classical, I did end up memorizing some video game music too that was piano based. But there was one piece, a classical one, that I had taken quite the liking too. And it was fresh in my mind. And so, setting the fingers on the keys and taking a deep breath, I began playing Chopin's Nocturne in C# Minor. It was a slow piece, a little sad yet calm... And hard to get the little details, due to the constant shifting of the broken chords.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 8, 2007 16:03:25 GMT -8
She lowered her volume on the violin just a bit when he started playing, a song she was somewhat familiar of, and walked over next to him, getting the feel of the song and watching his fingers press on the chords so she knew what key to play in. Picking up her bow, she would start playing, making up notes as she went along, blending the sound of her violin with the piano by adjusting her sound, making it sound very...nice. This was a talent that did not come naturally, but with a lot of practice.
Not bad...[/color]
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Post by saito on Mar 8, 2007 20:02:18 GMT -8
-- It was beautiful. Simply, utterly, beautiful. The violin sang so elegantly, blending with the chords, creating a sound that was far more than pleasant to the ears. Hearing it, I could feel the emotion behind the piece; the dark, minor tone, the occasional shift to a major key...
-- I continued playing, fingers gliding across the keys until the song had ended. It wasn't as long as most of the other pieces that I had taken on over the years, but it had been just as hard to learn in all honesty. Serpentine eyes looked over to the Korean girl once that last, soft chord faded away, leaving behind the heart-felt emotion that Chopin had put into the music.
"You're REALLY good. How long have you been playing?
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 10, 2007 21:18:51 GMT -8
OOC: Wow, I used the term, "sound", way too much...
And indeed, it was beautiful. She managed to make it through the song without making noticable mistakes. At the end of the piece, she would glide her bow gently down against the strings, making it sound pure, before she started to decresendo and make it vibrate just a bit. Next thing she knew, the piece was done, and she felt extraordinarily calm at the moment.
Eh?
Hm, to answer his question.. She's been playing since she was six, she's fourteen now...
"Eight years... You're transitions from minor to major went by very smoothly. How long have you been playing the piano?"
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Post by saito on Mar 10, 2007 21:35:25 GMT -8
-- Eight years, eh? That was a while. A lot longer than I've been playing my current string instrument. I used to play the viola, but had dropped it a year ago due to extreme suck. I already kinda regretted doing that, but that isn't the focus here, is it?
-- I sort of envied how she did her vibrato. The bad fingers of mine refused to vibrato the strings when I played. I'd tell a viola joke, but I'll restrain myself for all the accomplished violists out there. And as for the Korean girl asking a similar question to me, or what I like to call the "question backfire", I said this:
"Thanks. I'd say around... 13 years, 14 years."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 16, 2007 16:12:58 GMT -8
...what the..
He's basically been playing as long as she's been alive, sort of. Being fourteen, she's still quite a bit young to be a freshman; actually, she is a bit younger than most freshman, since her birthday is in August. And even though she doesn't have a license, she looks old enough to be fifteen for a permit, and possibly even older; sixteen, perhaps. She's a bit mature for her age, taking everything literally - sometimes.
But, to tell the truth, Mitsuki was not very surprised at how long he's been playing the piano. There are many other Asians who started playing a string instrument at a very young age due to the stereotypical Asian parents.
Crazy, I tell you. Crazy.
"...will you teach me?"
Okay, if it's one thing, she's always been somewhat facinated by the piano. She knew the notes, but it was all in the matter of being able to do both left hand and right hand at the same time; she tried learning this one song, though it didn't go so well, and gave up within the first couple of hours. She doesn't have a piano, nor does she have a keyboard, but there were times when she would come to the music room and tinker on it.
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