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[lordteddy]

::Theodore Laurence has found a piano in the Nexus. After playing a mildly enjoyable but not very amazing "original" piece slightly reminiscient of something out of "Die Zauberfluete," he scowls slightly, then looks to the crowd

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[oh_what_a_story]

"EEEEE! Another pianist!" comes the delighted cry from a pale, blue-haired woman who grins like a maniac. "A kindred spirit!"

[lordteddy]

::smiles, rises:: If you would like a turn, I must say it's very well tuned.

::extends a hand:: Theodore Laurence.

[oh_what_a_story]

She grins, pumping his hand enthusiastically with her own, a heartier handshake than the gentlemen of his era should be giving, much less the ladies. That is, if his era conforms somewhat to mun-history Earth. "I'm Sel. Are you really from 1860? Ooh! How much of Lancier-Quadrille do you know?"

[lordteddy]

::is a little taken aback:: 1865. I wasn't a good enough student to keep track of my studies and new music at the same time.

:;smiles:: A little. ::sits again and plays a bit of 'Eingang'::

[oh_what_a_story]

She listens with an excited air. To say that she strives to memorize it would be untrue; no, she engraves those rare notes upon her soul--Bruckner's Lancier-Quadrille was lost, save for its coda, by her time.

[lordteddy]

::plays through the second section:: That's all I can remember at the moment.

[oh_what_a_story]

"Marvelous! Thank you!" She grins, and if he looks closely, she looks a little different; her eyes are deeper and darker, her hair seems to be fading toward translucence at its ends, and her clothes have inexplicably been supplanted by a colorful mishmash of Arabian and Gypsy styles. "So, my turn?"

[lordteddy]

::tries not to stare too much as he rises and offers her the seat::

Please! Something from after 1865, if you don't mind. I'm curious.

[oh_what_a_story]

"Hmm. Well, Ali and Sasha are back, and Sasha always gets hung up on Gershwin, so..." She grins, cracking her knuckles. "Hon, you are going to love jazz." And with no more warning than that, she launches into "Rhapsody in Blue," adapting the orchestral parts energetically to the single instrument.

[lordteddy]

::As he listens, Laurie manages to actually forget his angst completely and aquire a very silly expression::

[oh_what_a_story]

With a triumphant flourish, she finishes the piece, grinning, breathing deeply but evenly--comparable to an athlete pleasantly exerted, but not yet tired. She lets silence hang, unless anyone feels like filling it with applause.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali's nearby, she's got hands...the silence does not linger long.

[lordteddy]

::Laurie's got hands, too::

That was amazing!

[oh_what_a_story]

"That," she corrects with a giddy, breathy laugh, "was Gershwin!" She does bow from the waist, acknowledging the applause. "Thank you, thank you, you're so kind."

[vicioussweetie]

"Stop being falsely modest, darling. Play something...something Beatles. And sing. Let's really give him a shock."

[oh_what_a_story]

"Beatles, eh?" Hers is a mischief grin. "Boy, you're just having your own British Invasion, aren't you? And they're tempting, but I've got another idea." And with a stacatto vamp, she launches into Great Balls of Fire, burning up the ivories and doing Jerry Lee Lewis proud. She even stands up midway through, knocking the bench over in the process, eyes closed as she hammers the keys by instinct.