Too Much of the Same Stories In Our Lives [Active/Closed]

[eba02]

Characters: Raiel, J
Content: As promised, J has songs and stories for Raiel. The latter is a bit of a doozy.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel, Raiel's room
Time: Midmorning
Warnings: None so far

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[pianistofraieln]

Man, even though he was expecting it, he wasn't expecting it. In his rush to get up from the chair he sort of accidentally fell over it instead, resulting in a very audible crash and a pianist splayed out over an overturned chair. He just sighed and remained there for a second, then finally picked himself up and righted the chair before walking to the door as he dusted himself off. (He was feeling a little out of sorts, you see. A myriad of factors, really. All very complicated.)

But by the time he reached the door to answer it, he managed to have his outwardly cheerful demeanor very soundly back in place. (Oh God hopefully it actually was J and not Kuja that would just be the worst--oh, oh it was, oh good.) "Hey, come in," he said with his typical bright smile, holding the door open for him.

[eba02]

J nearly dropped the CD when he heard the crash from inside the room. Um. Maybe he should go in and make sure Piano Man was okay-

And then, after a pause long enough to make J think his train of thought might be a good idea, the door opened to reveal a smiling Raiel on the other side. "Thanks," J returned the grin, stepping in past him. If he wasn't going to say anything about the crash, J was not asking. He also wasn't going to comment on the piano propped against the wall, or the massive stacks of books near the bed. Nope. He was here for a reason and that was not it (though man was he ever curious).

He held up the CD and grinned. "Figured we'd do songs first. Rookie's great, but he missed out on the greatest guitarist who ever lived: Eric Clapton. Gonna fix that for ya."

[pianistofraieln]

(It's okay, J, that crash was just a running gag passing through. Also his curiosity would have to wait until he actually asked because Raiel was not in the habit of volunteering information about stuff that he found perfectly normal.)

He closed the door after J, and sort of paused there with one hand still on the wood as he blinked at the CD. "Um, sure." The computer was on the desk in the corner, J. Go for it.

[eba02]

That question would probably go unanswered, then. So long as Raiel seemed okay, there was no reason to bring it up.

Without further ado, J strode over to the computer and popped the CD in, setting it to play and returning to Raiel as the first acoustic strains of Layla drifted through the room. It was one of the smoothest songs he'd heard, would probably translate well to piano, and was fitting considering what he wanted to talk about.

He let the song play through the verse and chorus, enjoying it in silence, before speaking up. "Got somethin' else for you." The tone was light, but what he intended to tell Raiel was anything but. "Might wanna sit down first - it's a bit of a doozy, and I still can't really figure it out."