[oh so accidental video post]
[When the video cuts on the viewer has total access to a vast and strikingly showy living room. Standing in the very center wearing black yoga pants and a pair of panda bear slippers is Klavier, this is a side of him never seen in public. He has a guitar in his hand, this is obviously a very expensive guitar as it is completely made of gilded gold…yes Klavier would splurge on a guitar made entirely of gold. He’s surrounded by some sound equipment and other studio gear, he takes a few moments to adjust himself before playing 55 seconds of the best moment of the viewer’s life--]
[--After that everything goes dead silent for roughly 5 seconds before the sound of something tearing around in the background can be heard, something admittedly large. Then the viewer sees a rather sizable and sturdy looking golden retriever half running and half sliding in and out of the camera’s field of vision. Klavier’s standing there with a very tolerant expression on his face waiting until the dog darts out of the living room and out onto the patio. Almost certain that it’s safe he makes to strike up another tune before stilling…pausing almost in terror. A galloping rampage could be heard, the sound of things being knocked over and a loud *pouf* like a pillow making contact with something hard also fills the air. Klavier can be seen trying to back away, his gilded guitar raised above his head.]
No Vongole! Stop…stay…cease and desist…WAIT!
[Unfortunately there is no traction on the floor and the dog slides right into Klavier, rearing back on his hind legs so that his front paws nail Klavier right in the chest. Klavier backpedals several feet and falls ass over teacups over the back of his red couch and out of the camera’s field of vision. The viewer can still hear though and what follows is a sickening *screech* followed by a sharp *twang* and the sound of Klavier’s tormented wailing.]
MY GUITAAAAR!
[Moments later Klavier’s head pops up and he lays the guitar with its snapped strings on the back of the couch. He looks like he could either bust into tears or laugh hysterically, but he chooses to stare ahead just as Vongole’s head pops up right beside him. The dog proceeds to slobber all over his face and hair effectively working the normally neat and tamed locks into a messy cowlick before staring expectantly at Klavier.]
Nein…nein, I won’t forgive you…this is just too painful…my guitar!
Click to view[--After that everything goes dead silent for roughly 5 seconds before the sound of something tearing around in the background can be heard, something admittedly large. Then the viewer sees a rather sizable and sturdy looking golden retriever half running and half sliding in and out of the camera’s field of vision. Klavier’s standing there with a very tolerant expression on his face waiting until the dog darts out of the living room and out onto the patio. Almost certain that it’s safe he makes to strike up another tune before stilling…pausing almost in terror. A galloping rampage could be heard, the sound of things being knocked over and a loud *pouf* like a pillow making contact with something hard also fills the air. Klavier can be seen trying to back away, his gilded guitar raised above his head.]
No Vongole! Stop…stay…cease and desist…WAIT!
[Unfortunately there is no traction on the floor and the dog slides right into Klavier, rearing back on his hind legs so that his front paws nail Klavier right in the chest. Klavier backpedals several feet and falls ass over teacups over the back of his red couch and out of the camera’s field of vision. The viewer can still hear though and what follows is a sickening *screech* followed by a sharp *twang* and the sound of Klavier’s tormented wailing.]
MY GUITAAAAR!
[Moments later Klavier’s head pops up and he lays the guitar with its snapped strings on the back of the couch. He looks like he could either bust into tears or laugh hysterically, but he chooses to stare ahead just as Vongole’s head pops up right beside him. The dog proceeds to slobber all over his face and hair effectively working the normally neat and tamed locks into a messy cowlick before staring expectantly at Klavier.]
Nein…nein, I won’t forgive you…this is just too painful…my guitar!