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[badgrbadgrbadgr]

[over by the studios, there's a slightly less-than-melodic noise coming from one of the rooms. it's very loud. and very, very off-key. a certain ex-lawyer is failing hard at piano.]

Why are there so many pound signs in this song?

(( Annnd that's about all I can take \o/ Jesse and I are both getting thread-droppy, sorry. ))

Comments

[theskyenceguy]

...Is that you, Mr. Wright?

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

( Seeing her that old is never going to stop being surprising... )

Unfortunately, yes.

[theskyenceguy]

Trucy wasn't kidding, huh?

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

About my piano playing?

[theskyenceguy]

Yeah. I always wondered why you decided to be a professional piano player.

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

I ... don't have the faintest idea. I don't remember much after the disbarment.

[theskyenceguy]

...Let's not talk about this.

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

Fine by me. ... I'm, er. Trying to improve my piano-playing now and see if that has any effect on the future.

[theskyenceguy]

Good plan!

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

-- you think so? Really?

[theskyenceguy]

Really! Practice makes perfect, right?

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

That's the idea, yeah.

[theskyenceguy]

But wait, if you become a skilled piano player here, what will happen to the future where you're a terrible piano player?

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

That's exactly what I want to find out. Either I get better and manage to change something, or ... er ... I don't get better.

[theskyenceguy]

...That's kind of depressing.

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

Yes, but it's the best idea I've got right now.