0003 [video] Going old school

[samuelleofisher]

[And so after weeks of not showing up in the community due to constant missions, the camera clicks on. It's clean, as usual, but the man that is usually on this frequency. There is a grand piano farther down the room, an empty seat in front of it, books laying there, waiting to be studied. After a few minutes, a familiar figure shows up, the

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[makewayforroze]

That was beautiful. I didn't know you could play.

[samuelleofisher]

[And now that's he's calmed down... and sweating, his eyes go wide open, an expression that he directs at the camera behind him.]

Roze?

[His expression turns into a smile, though, as he relaxes back on the chair, but continues to look at the camera.]

La Grange has to be my favorite... [He shrugs.] Old school Rock N' Roll... Kids these days don't seem to actually get it, you know?

[makewayforroze]

[She can't understand the music references but she knows she liked how it sounded.]

Do you do that often?

[samuelleofisher]

[He chuckles a little bit, fingers toying with the piano keys.]

From time to time, when my daughter is not hugging the piano.

[Video - but he's silent until near the end]

[number1112]

Did you go to a music school?

[samuelleofisher]

[And with a sudden stop, Sam looks around. Then he rubs his ear and his throat. A chuckle comes out when he understands that the community had its eye on him.]

I'll take in mind not taking my OPSAT to the bathroom with me.

[He looks back, green eyes setting on the device and smiles when he sees the younger man's face.]

No. Not really.

[He points to the books, resting over the piano keys.]

Living in a... more than just rural place made it hard for me to find a teacher that would come all the way to teach my daughter. She's better than me now.

[number1112]

I should learn an instrument, I think.

[samuelleofisher]

[He smiles and folds his arms.]

It ain't that bad. A lot of practice and discipline... but I guess if you do like the instrument, you shouldn't have any problems in learning it.

[He makes a face and sighs.]

If the piano is your thing, or the guitar for that matter, I could help you with either of them anytime I'm not away dodging bullets thanks to my job.

[Video]

[material_guy]

Heeeeh. Can't say you hit me as the artsy type! Surprising.

[Video]

[samuelleofisher]

[Well there's a voice he hadn't heard in a while, but his memory is still good enough to identify it. That guy with the weird name...]

Greed...

[He turns around, facing the camera.]

I didn't... "hit myself"... as an artsy type either. Kids make you do things you thought you were incapable of.

[There's more to the innocent smile he's giving when he says those words. He looks away from the camera, fingers toying with the range of keys from C minor.]

Do you have any children?

[Video]

[material_guy]

[That question sends him into a burst of laughter at just the thought; kids may be inspiring for many, but for him the idea of having any is unsettling at best. Fortunately, he's physically incapable, but...]

None. If you're a guy who likes kids, you'd probably be obligated to come over and take 'em away if I did. Last time we had a kid around here, I went and tried to liquor 'em up.

So, what, you practicing for a recital for some kid?

[Video]

[samuelleofisher]

[The veteran laughs back at the words and one can see him shaking his head.]

I doubt La Grange would be such a nice song for a kid's recital. No.

[He plays one key loud enough with barely any effort from his finger and looks back at the camera momentarily.]

My daughter's piano. She left for college. Can't really take a grand to college.

[accidental (?) voice]

[astralwhirlwind]

My ... haven't heard that [the third piece] style of music before...

[video] ((Sorry for the late reply. Tough month.))

[samuelleofisher]

[From the video feed, one can notice Sam tilting his head to the side while still sitting by the piano. He looks around the living room, finally setting his green eyes on the camera.

Then he sighs, running a hand over his face.]

Next time I'll be the playboy bunny of the community with a rather private video feed...

[He gets up, reaches for the device and settles it on top of the piano. Then he sighs again, and squints his eyes trying to recognize the voice in the other hand.]

Haven't heard you before...

[He touches the monitor a few times and raises an eyebrow when he recognizes the frequency.]

What happened with your walls of text?