[March 18, 2019; Klavier Gavin and Kristoph Gavin]
Title: Nighttime Serenades
Characters Involved: Klavier Gavin and Kristoph Gavin
Approximate Time of Day: 9:24 PM
Location: Kristoph Gavin's apartment
Summary (so far): Klavier plays guitar loudly in his non-soundproofed room. Kristoph is not happy.
Completed?: [y/n]
Klavier could, in all honesty, say that he was in a legitimate rock band.
The Gavinners no longer would be a small band playing in Daryan's parents' garage and little venues for LAPD fundraisers. Saturday night, they were set to play in Los Angeles's Greek Theater, and Klavier couldn't be happier. He could picture the audiences, the lights, the adrenaline that pumped through his blood every time he did a show. With a few more changes to the song, they would be ready to perform. He had already contacted some networks to broadcast it, and he knew he had charmed them all. There was no need for false modesty. The Gavinners would rock the streets. He felt the grin slide across his face, ready for the moment to come.
His guitar lay across the bed. She was a beauty, the guitar of his. Though Daryan had been egging him to name his guitar, Klavier didn't think he could put a name to something this beautiful. "We work together, you and I," he told it, never mind the fact that the guitar couldn't talk back. He sat down onto his bed and slung the strap around his shoulders, letting his fingers brush over the strings. He may have been away from the lights and away from the band, but even here, he had music.
He strummed the opening measures to the song, closing his eyes and letting the music pulse through him. "Was a time back when we were young that I'd do, anything for you." There were his words, this was his song, and this was his life. The guitar was a part of him, as he simply let the music flow. He couldn't deny that thrill that ran through him when he was performing, whether he was on the stage or in the courtroom. If they wanted a show, he'd give them a show. And they always wanted a show.
"Thirteen years hard time for love, thirteen years I've got it tough . . ."
Characters Involved: Klavier Gavin and Kristoph Gavin
Approximate Time of Day: 9:24 PM
Location: Kristoph Gavin's apartment
Summary (so far): Klavier plays guitar loudly in his non-soundproofed room. Kristoph is not happy.
Completed?: [y/n]
Klavier could, in all honesty, say that he was in a legitimate rock band.
The Gavinners no longer would be a small band playing in Daryan's parents' garage and little venues for LAPD fundraisers. Saturday night, they were set to play in Los Angeles's Greek Theater, and Klavier couldn't be happier. He could picture the audiences, the lights, the adrenaline that pumped through his blood every time he did a show. With a few more changes to the song, they would be ready to perform. He had already contacted some networks to broadcast it, and he knew he had charmed them all. There was no need for false modesty. The Gavinners would rock the streets. He felt the grin slide across his face, ready for the moment to come.
His guitar lay across the bed. She was a beauty, the guitar of his. Though Daryan had been egging him to name his guitar, Klavier didn't think he could put a name to something this beautiful. "We work together, you and I," he told it, never mind the fact that the guitar couldn't talk back. He sat down onto his bed and slung the strap around his shoulders, letting his fingers brush over the strings. He may have been away from the lights and away from the band, but even here, he had music.
He strummed the opening measures to the song, closing his eyes and letting the music pulse through him. "Was a time back when we were young that I'd do, anything for you." There were his words, this was his song, and this was his life. The guitar was a part of him, as he simply let the music flow. He couldn't deny that thrill that ran through him when he was performing, whether he was on the stage or in the courtroom. If they wanted a show, he'd give them a show. And they always wanted a show.
"Thirteen years hard time for love, thirteen years I've got it tough . . ."