Hallelujah, hallelujah...
[[OOC: Pretend this was posted at three in the morning, or thereabouts, when fewer people would be awake. Anyone who likes can still tag in, of course, but Suzie's trying to pick an hour she's less likely to be interrupted.]]
Suzie's not the world's greatest piano player, but what she is is a perfectionist. So, in her latest search for something to do with herself, she's worked out all the positioning, all the timing, for one song, without ever sitting down to play it on a real piano until now.
She's heard the piano music on the fifth floor a time or two, and found the piano, and... Well. Teaching herself something's a perfectly good way to spend her time.
She's sitting at the piano right now, playing rather decently, and singing. She's not cut out to be a professional singer, either, but it's a simple enough song, played at a time she doesn't expect much of anyone will be awake, and to her own critical ear, she's at least not painful to listen to.
"Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?"
Her voice is soft at first, but some songs demand emotion, and she has that in spades at the moment. Call it repressed angst, call it PMS, call it whatever you want, but what her voice lacks in purity, it makes up for in intensity as she goes through verse after verse, her fingers remembering hours spent practising on a sketched-out keyboard.
"You say I took the Name in vain
I don't even know the Name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah..."
At some point in her singing, Ianto has stopped by to listen. He's left a cup of coffee for Suzie on the piano bench next to her -- it was originally meant for him, but she seems like she needs it.
This is how Ianto Jones offers comfort -- with hot beverages.
He's standing by the door now, just listening, and Suzie's allowing him to be there, but otherwise ignoring his presence.
"I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah..."
There's bitterness in those last couple of lines, practically dripping from every syllable she sings, and when she launches into the refrain of "Hallelujah" for the final time, there's enough pain in her voice to force Ianto to look away.
Some things should be private, but he's already here, and leaving would just make things more awkward later. He can bear witness, at least -- him and anyone else who might hear her.
Suzie's not the world's greatest piano player, but what she is is a perfectionist. So, in her latest search for something to do with herself, she's worked out all the positioning, all the timing, for one song, without ever sitting down to play it on a real piano until now.
She's heard the piano music on the fifth floor a time or two, and found the piano, and... Well. Teaching herself something's a perfectly good way to spend her time.
She's sitting at the piano right now, playing rather decently, and singing. She's not cut out to be a professional singer, either, but it's a simple enough song, played at a time she doesn't expect much of anyone will be awake, and to her own critical ear, she's at least not painful to listen to.
"Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?"
Her voice is soft at first, but some songs demand emotion, and she has that in spades at the moment. Call it repressed angst, call it PMS, call it whatever you want, but what her voice lacks in purity, it makes up for in intensity as she goes through verse after verse, her fingers remembering hours spent practising on a sketched-out keyboard.
"You say I took the Name in vain
I don't even know the Name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah..."
At some point in her singing, Ianto has stopped by to listen. He's left a cup of coffee for Suzie on the piano bench next to her -- it was originally meant for him, but she seems like she needs it.
This is how Ianto Jones offers comfort -- with hot beverages.
He's standing by the door now, just listening, and Suzie's allowing him to be there, but otherwise ignoring his presence.
"I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah..."
There's bitterness in those last couple of lines, practically dripping from every syllable she sings, and when she launches into the refrain of "Hallelujah" for the final time, there's enough pain in her voice to force Ianto to look away.
Some things should be private, but he's already here, and leaving would just make things more awkward later. He can bear witness, at least -- him and anyone else who might hear her.