Seventh Song ♫ Video ♪ Aria of Ambivalence
(( This post takes place days or so after THIS (on-going) conversation; presumably once Kristoph has gotten more settled into Vatheon. ))
[ The feed switches on to show a... rather tired looking Klavier. His hair is a mess, and he looks like he hasn't been sleeping well at all. In fact, he even sounds less like his usual, chipper self.
He knows he's pressed 'record,' but... for some reason, he doesn't feel like talking much. He forces a small smile. ]
Quite a few of you new arrivals here, isn't there? Well, Guten tag, newbies.
[ Klavier remains where he is for quite some time, laying on the middle of his bed, eyes shut momentarily. He glances towards the ceiling, saying nothing for at least one or two minutes. When he finally talks, he attempts to put some of his usual energy and gusto into his speech, but it falls rather... flat, to say the least. Which means that it isn't hard to tell he's pretty bad off for some reason or another. From the camera (which he's holding at arm's length above him), you can see a ton of papers scattered all around the bed, and a guitar resting nearby, as well as a small, black tape recorder with tape inside it, and some other tapes all over. Obviously, he's been composing something. ]
In case your Caller ID on your phone's broken, I'll introduce myself: Klavier Gavin, prosecutor, lead vocalist and guitarist for the hottest rock band around--the Gavinners--at your service. Sorry, I don't plan on doing autographs today. But I'll be happy to play for you all again sometime, ja? It'll be fun.
[ And for everyone else--click! The feed cuts. But for two others... he turns it on once more, dialing Touka. ]
[ FILTERED TO TOUKA ; 100% UNHACKABLE ]
Fräulein...? Think you could spare a moment? Danke.
[ And the feed cut with a click, and he moves on. He's not done making call yet, he realizes, but there's a five minute pause while he... manages t get SOME cheer back into his expressions. RIGHT, THEN. On to the next one... which DOES brighten him up quite a bit, thinking on it. Klaiver manages a small smile. ]
[ FILTERED TO AZIRAPHALE ; 90% UNHACKABLE ]
... Herr Tartan? I'm about finished with filling in the parts of the piece I've been working on the past few weeks. I'd like to see what you think--if it's acceptable for Wonderland, and if he'll like it. It's been quite a long while since I composed something solely for my namesake, but practice makes perfect, ja? I took the suggestions you mentioned as well as the simple melody we played together the other week and have drafted the final version, for the most part.
I'd like to know what you think. Mind giving it a preview, Tartan? Better still, it needs a name. I could write some lyrics, but I've always felt this sort of piece deserves it's own chance to shine, ja?
[ Before the feed cuts, he quietly allows himself a smile, however brief and forced. ] I'm thinking we ought... to meet in person over this. Then discuss what to do from there. Sound good?
[ The feed switches on to show a... rather tired looking Klavier. His hair is a mess, and he looks like he hasn't been sleeping well at all. In fact, he even sounds less like his usual, chipper self.
He knows he's pressed 'record,' but... for some reason, he doesn't feel like talking much. He forces a small smile. ]
Quite a few of you new arrivals here, isn't there? Well, Guten tag, newbies.
[ Klavier remains where he is for quite some time, laying on the middle of his bed, eyes shut momentarily. He glances towards the ceiling, saying nothing for at least one or two minutes. When he finally talks, he attempts to put some of his usual energy and gusto into his speech, but it falls rather... flat, to say the least. Which means that it isn't hard to tell he's pretty bad off for some reason or another. From the camera (which he's holding at arm's length above him), you can see a ton of papers scattered all around the bed, and a guitar resting nearby, as well as a small, black tape recorder with tape inside it, and some other tapes all over. Obviously, he's been composing something. ]
In case your Caller ID on your phone's broken, I'll introduce myself: Klavier Gavin, prosecutor, lead vocalist and guitarist for the hottest rock band around--the Gavinners--at your service. Sorry, I don't plan on doing autographs today. But I'll be happy to play for you all again sometime, ja? It'll be fun.
[ And for everyone else--click! The feed cuts. But for two others... he turns it on once more, dialing Touka. ]
[ FILTERED TO TOUKA ; 100% UNHACKABLE ]
Fräulein...? Think you could spare a moment? Danke.
[ And the feed cut with a click, and he moves on. He's not done making call yet, he realizes, but there's a five minute pause while he... manages t get SOME cheer back into his expressions. RIGHT, THEN. On to the next one... which DOES brighten him up quite a bit, thinking on it. Klaiver manages a small smile. ]
[ FILTERED TO AZIRAPHALE ; 90% UNHACKABLE ]
... Herr Tartan? I'm about finished with filling in the parts of the piece I've been working on the past few weeks. I'd like to see what you think--if it's acceptable for Wonderland, and if he'll like it. It's been quite a long while since I composed something solely for my namesake, but practice makes perfect, ja? I took the suggestions you mentioned as well as the simple melody we played together the other week and have drafted the final version, for the most part.
I'd like to know what you think. Mind giving it a preview, Tartan? Better still, it needs a name. I could write some lyrics, but I've always felt this sort of piece deserves it's own chance to shine, ja?
[ Before the feed cuts, he quietly allows himself a smile, however brief and forced. ] I'm thinking we ought... to meet in person over this. Then discuss what to do from there. Sound good?