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Nov 08, 2010 02:10

Who: Jesse St. James and Rush
What: ~Showdown~
Where: The music room
When: After school ( Read more... )

rating: g, character: rush taylor, status: finished, character: jesse st. james

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apoorboy November 9 2010, 01:12:57 UTC
Jesse was gratified that he had won this battle, at least, and they were finally getting somewhere (hopefully closer to what Jesse wanted). He shot the boy a cocky, superior look over his shoulder as his fingers found the keys of the opening chord with practiced ease. He launched into a song he had been working on for the past week with no vocal warm-up and no sheet music, only his ever-present determination and confidence. He threw himself into the performance, fingers trailing up and down the keyboard with impressive precision as he sang the accompanying words.

"It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.

Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.

We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room."

OOC: Jesse is singing this version of the John Mayer song.

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beatingkeys November 9 2010, 01:44:40 UTC
Rush twitched once or twice during Jesse's performance; not because he found fault with the piano playing or the singing, but because his voice was, admittedly, fantastic, and it managed to give him chills. Much to his annoyance, mind. He brushed it off, shoved his hands into his pockets and waiting for Jesse to finish. It was technically flawless, and Jesse didn't so much as falter once, but Rush was still confident. After all, if he wasn't confident in his piano playing, there wasn't all that much for him to be confident about.

"That's pretty good," he said grudgingly, ushering Jesse off of the piano bench so that he could sit. Rush had decided quickly, upon Jesse's suggestion that they do this, that he was going to do a song that he had long ago perfected without the use of sheet music -- "Over My Head" by the Fray. "I won't be singing, but that wasn't really part of the argument."

Rush crossed his right hand over his left hand and proceeded to play the entire song that way for effect.

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apoorboy November 9 2010, 01:57:09 UTC
At first disbelieving, Jesse had to crack a smile when Rush performed the entire song-a creative arrangement with appropriate flourishes-without ever uncrossing his arms. In spite of himself, Jesse was extremely impressed (and more than a little jealous).

"Yeah, well, you'll never have my voice," he said, half-jokingly. His gaze was still fixed on the boy's slender, pale hands, so graceful when he was playing.

Jesse bit his lip, taking a moment to come to grips with the fact that he had just been beaten at something. He wasn't too stung; Rush was certainly a worthy opponent.

"A deal's a deal," Jesse announced, and began to collect his sheet music from the piano with determined indifference.

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beatingkeys November 9 2010, 02:11:35 UTC
Hiding a triumphant smile with the back of his hand, Rush turned his head to watch passively as Jesse collected his things just a few inches away. That was an unnecessary fifteen or so minutes he had wasted, unable to practice, but for some reason he wasn't particularly annoyed; for one thing, beating somebody was always amusing, and for another, Jesse's annoyance was... satisfying.

Rush thought for a moment, and then said, "Not a lot of people can play entire songs with their arms crossed." He didn't mean it to sound like he was patting himself on the back quite as much as he did, so he amended his statement. "I mean-- would you be interested in learning some tricks to be able to do it?"

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apoorboy November 9 2010, 02:25:12 UTC
Jesse blinked in surprise and paused in the middle of collecting his music, unaware that he was still very much in the other boy's personal space. Jesse thought for a moment, carefully considering the offer. He had almost rejected it automatically out of pride, but quickly upbraided himself. There was never an excuse for being mediocre.

"All right," Jesse agreed with only slight hesitation in his voice.

It wouldn't hurt him to pick up a few tricks, and he might even have an opportunity to redeem himself for his loss, in his eyes and Rush's.

Jesse stuffed the music into his backpack and came around to the other side of the bench, taking a seat next to Rush.

"Show me," he commanded, but it somehow sounded like a request.

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beatingkeys November 9 2010, 02:40:10 UTC
Rush nodded, moving a little so he didn't crowd Jesse as he sat down. He shuffled around his own sheet music until he came to the only piece he had currently that he was skilled enough at to play with his hands crossed. It was a relatively simple French baroque piece that he had first come across a few months ago. He slid it further towards Jesse, who was likely unfamiliar with it, and crossed his hands in preparation to demonstrate.

"The hardest thing," he said, "is making sure you're using the correct hand. Uh, as you'd imagine... Anyway, you just have to think of the notes more than the hands. If that makes sense."

Rush demonstrated for about half a minute and stopped. He turned to his left and began explaining a few more tricks to remember which hand to use at what time.

Before he realized, it had been fifteen minutes or so, which was probably the first time in a while he had managed to have a conversation with a stranger that didn't result in them becoming annoyed at him for correcting their grammar or statements of fact. It was a good experience.

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apoorboy November 9 2010, 02:50:53 UTC
To Jesse's absolute surprise and bewilderment, someone else was effectively instructing him and yet he wasn't filled with either derision or resentment. Maybe it was that Rush's manner was altogether unassuming, almost meek: he had tolerated Jesse's bad humor and forceful personality rather well. The blond was also clearly intelligent and talented, two traits Jesse prized a great deal. Finally, in Jesse's mind they were no longer in public; he could admit, for once, that he didn't have all of the answers, and that someone else might, might have some small advantage over him.

Within another ten minutes Jesse was playing the opening of the same baroque song, at a more sedate pace but with his arms crossed at the wrists.

"I think I've got it!" he said with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, turning to Rush excitedly. He sobered instantly, schooling his features into his usual mask of arrogance.

"It wasn't nearly as hard as you made it sound."

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beatingkeys November 9 2010, 03:06:19 UTC
"Maybe you're just... good," Rush returned with a shrug of one of his shoulders. "Or you're being cocky because you learned the beginning of a relatively easy song..." He smiled -- a bit less nervously than he would have had they not been together for about half an hour already. "But I'm sure you could do the whole song in no time, if you're that confident."

Rush straightened his music carefully, turned away from Jesse for a few moments. He then turned back, and said lightly, "Maybe we should meet in a few days and see if you've mastered it...?"

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apoorboy November 9 2010, 03:11:29 UTC
Jesse's eyes narrowed again at Rush's quip, but he was smiling this time. Maybe he needed someone to remind him he wasn't God's gift from time to time.

"I don't need a few days, but sure," he answered with consciously exaggerated confidence. Jesse's expansive ego, it seemed, was becoming something of a running joke between them.

"Who knows, maybe I'll have something to teach you by Thursday."

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beatingkeys November 9 2010, 03:21:00 UTC
"Maybe," Rush replied, putting a playful inflection on his words that implied that he doubted it. "Anyway, I'll see you then."

He turned back towards his music and shuffled the baroque song to the back so that he could continue learning the song that he had been practicing before Jesse had so rudely intruded on his practice time. Rush placed his hands on the keys and began playing, now fully immersed in his own world again.

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apoorboy November 9 2010, 03:22:53 UTC
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