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Post by Henri Sébastien on Aug 10, 2010 11:17:23 GMT -5
Henri, all of his sheet music crammed under one arm and generally looking charmingly disheveled, as if he'd walked all the way here instead of ridden in the carriage, knocked on the door. He flicked some hair out of his face and waited.
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Post by Vardalek on Aug 10, 2010 11:35:32 GMT -5
Vardalek looked rather worn, but sufficiently professional, even if he did look like he'd just arrived from a funeral. When the door opened, he was just tying his fair hair back with a dark blue ribbon.
After a perfunctory little bow, he looked the boy in the face, smileless. "Shall we begin?"
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Post by Henri Sébastien on Aug 10, 2010 11:37:12 GMT -5
Henri was a little concerned to see the man looking so tired, but entered without saying anything on the subject.
"I brought all of my sheet music; I'm a little out of practice..."
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Post by Vardalek on Aug 10, 2010 11:42:41 GMT -5
Vardalek moved to take the sheaves of papers from him.
"Very good. That can be remedied, of course, I trust you came well-rested?"
He'd envy him that. Every bone in his body ached.
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Post by Henri Sébastien on Aug 10, 2010 11:49:04 GMT -5
Henri nodded; he was, in fact, very well-rested.
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Post by Vardalek on Aug 10, 2010 13:23:08 GMT -5
Moving with a feline grace, Vardalek set down the papers and drew out the piano bench.
"Excellent. It's a fine thing to begin lessons refreshed. How old are you this year, Henri?"
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Post by Henri Sébastien on Aug 10, 2010 20:51:16 GMT -5
"Seventeen, Monsieur." Henri took a few steps towards the bench, assuming it was for him.
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Post by Vardalek on Aug 11, 2010 9:00:02 GMT -5
Vardalek ushered him towards the bench like a loyal butler insisting his master get off his feet at the end of a long day. (I am having too much fun with my similes today, apparently.)
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Post by Henri Sébastien on Aug 12, 2010 13:46:20 GMT -5
Henri sat down.
"Should I start with some scales?"
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Post by Vardalek on Aug 12, 2010 14:16:28 GMT -5
The man nodded. While he had little doubt regarding the boy's musical abilities, the question would be whether he was any good at expressing them, or whether he would require special prompting.
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Post by Henri Sébastien on Aug 12, 2010 21:52:01 GMT -5
Scales weren't exactly something into which Henri could put much emotion, so his execution was a little perfunctory. Occasionally he would hum the notes under his breath. His fingers moved nimbly, obviously well-trained.
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Post by Vardalek on Aug 13, 2010 21:01:03 GMT -5
Vardalek watched keenly. Obvious no especial talents could be detected from anything so mechanical as scales-- this was not the way to teach music-- but the soul of music bled through.
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Post by Henri Sébastien on Aug 21, 2010 14:27:16 GMT -5
Henri managed to avoid false notes and complete the scales with ease. Feeling warmed up, he asked,
"What would you like me to play first?"
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Post by Vardalek on Aug 21, 2010 14:36:11 GMT -5
Vardalek thought for a moment, eyebrows drawing together slightly. His fingers still traced idly along the keys.
"You're familiar with Mozart-- of course--"
He hunted in the sheet music for a moment, finally withdrawing a selection and placing it before him.
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Post by Henri Sébastien on Aug 23, 2010 16:44:37 GMT -5
Henri nodded. He hadn't played this piece in a while, but hoped muscle memory would kick in. A quick scan over the music, a deep breath, and he launched into the song. Technically, he was very competent, but there was little passion in it. Every so often, he would sway with the music, but he kept his eyes open and worked hard to get the notes exactly right, rather than feeling the emotion of the piece.
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