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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 6, 2010 21:50:58 GMT -5
With a look of consternation and embarrassment, he got up wordlessly and went into the other room to go sit at the piano. His breathing was shallow. His anxiety was obvious.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 6, 2010 22:27:42 GMT -5
Adrian followed him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 6, 2010 22:48:20 GMT -5
At a too-quick starting tempo he started playing a Chopin nocturne. The more mistakes he made, the more wretchedly self-aware he became and the worse his playing became. It was rather a mercy when he became so mixed up he forgot where he was and stopped playing, pulling his hands off the keys like they'd become too hot.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 6, 2010 22:54:05 GMT -5
"Well?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 6, 2010 22:55:38 GMT -5
"Well, what?" he said, a little stridently, but sounding oddly out of breath.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 6, 2010 23:00:25 GMT -5
"Go on."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 6, 2010 23:01:17 GMT -5
He lifted his hands uncertainly from his lap.
"But - but - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 6, 2010 23:03:41 GMT -5
"You got a bit off-track but you've the right idea."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 6, 2010 23:05:23 GMT -5
He started again. His hands were shaking, but despite the many mistakes, and the softness of it all, he finished the song.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 6, 2010 23:09:11 GMT -5
"Much better."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 6, 2010 23:10:27 GMT -5
His face twisted and he turned back to Adrian, shaking. "Were you listening?!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 6, 2010 23:11:51 GMT -5
"Yes. It was still an improvement."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 6, 2010 23:12:29 GMT -5
He staggered up from the seat and fled the room, to be heard throwing up in the bathroom.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 6, 2010 23:23:08 GMT -5
Adrian hurried after him.
"I'm sorry-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 6, 2010 23:35:59 GMT -5
He was wiping his mouth and looking pale and troubled, but he wasn't a spastic mess, which was at least a good thing.
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