↷ Dream 002 -- 11/11/08
Klavier finds himself in a white room. There's no door, no windows; the walls are just a radiant white. He looks around, placing his hand against the wall and walking the perimeter of the room. It's quite large and very empty, it seems the only thing in this room is Klavier himself.
A frown crosses his face as his eyes move to the center of the room. There's an electric guitar standing there. The body is the same purple colour as his jacket while the neck and bridge are silver, like his pendant. Also in that same silver, the name "Gavin" is written in his handwriting along the cutaway. The guitar stands upright with no support and almost seems to be calling to him.
Without hesitation, Klavier steps over to the guitar and picks it up, pulling the strap over his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the once pristine walls are now patterned in a set of five thick, black lines. A treble clef appears where the lines start, making the wall resemble a large staff on a piece of black sheet music.
"Shame I do not have a pen..." Klavier murmurs, chuckling softly. "I could probably come up with a great song..." The man glanced down to the empty jackor plug, "...an amp would help too."
Klavier idly plucks a few strings and much to his surprise, the sound of the chord resonates out as if the guitar actually had an amp. Even more surprising still, brightly coloured half and quarter notes fly out of the guitar and jump in place on the wall. Blinking in astonishment, Klavier strums out a few more notes just to make sure it wasn't a fluke -- and sure enough, another rainbow of notes burst from the pickups.
Klavier lets out a laugh, "Ha! Would you look at that? I don't need a pen at all!"
Without a second thought he starts to play, letting a jumble of notes sort themselves out with every shred and hammer-on. The staff painted on the wall quickly fills up and peels off; the black bars and notes shrinking down and swirling around Klavier's body as a fresh staff appears on the wall. Closing his eyes, Klavier continues to play this unknown melody, letting himself get lost in the music.
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Huh... I guess it's been a long time since I last played like that... Just letting myself get so caught up in playing. I've missed that feeling, where nothing matters except the guitar's loving serenade...
...I wonder if I can find a guitar here.
A frown crosses his face as his eyes move to the center of the room. There's an electric guitar standing there. The body is the same purple colour as his jacket while the neck and bridge are silver, like his pendant. Also in that same silver, the name "Gavin" is written in his handwriting along the cutaway. The guitar stands upright with no support and almost seems to be calling to him.
Without hesitation, Klavier steps over to the guitar and picks it up, pulling the strap over his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the once pristine walls are now patterned in a set of five thick, black lines. A treble clef appears where the lines start, making the wall resemble a large staff on a piece of black sheet music.
"Shame I do not have a pen..." Klavier murmurs, chuckling softly. "I could probably come up with a great song..." The man glanced down to the empty jackor plug, "...an amp would help too."
Klavier idly plucks a few strings and much to his surprise, the sound of the chord resonates out as if the guitar actually had an amp. Even more surprising still, brightly coloured half and quarter notes fly out of the guitar and jump in place on the wall. Blinking in astonishment, Klavier strums out a few more notes just to make sure it wasn't a fluke -- and sure enough, another rainbow of notes burst from the pickups.
Klavier lets out a laugh, "Ha! Would you look at that? I don't need a pen at all!"
Without a second thought he starts to play, letting a jumble of notes sort themselves out with every shred and hammer-on. The staff painted on the wall quickly fills up and peels off; the black bars and notes shrinking down and swirling around Klavier's body as a fresh staff appears on the wall. Closing his eyes, Klavier continues to play this unknown melody, letting himself get lost in the music.
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Huh... I guess it's been a long time since I last played like that... Just letting myself get so caught up in playing. I've missed that feeling, where nothing matters except the guitar's loving serenade...
...I wonder if I can find a guitar here.