Two: Christmas Musicjenny_starseedDecember 21 2011, 04:21:13 UTC
John hated Christmas music. The Christian ones like Silent Night or Little Drummer Boy were alright with him. They were cheerful, but they lacked the irritating cheeriness of Frosty the Snowman, Jingle Bell Rock and I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. He heard it in the shops, at the clinic, on the radio and it irritated him to no end. By New Years, he would have heard ten versions of Santa Claus is Coming to Town fifteen times each and Jingle Bell Rock seemed to have a Pavlovian affect on him...mainly to smash things.
So when he came home and heard Jingle Bell Rock play through tiny but powerful speakers in the kitchen, it was all John could do to keep himself from smashing Sherlock’s tiny Ipod that played that insipid music. Instead, he walked over and promptly unplugged the tiny speakers attached to the Ipod and stomped off. He didn’t catch the hurt look from Sherlock, wondering what was wrong with the music?
It was midnight on a Sunday that John heard Sherlock play a mournful version of the Silent Night on his violin and found it beautiful. He padded down the stairs to find Sherlock in his bed clothes and dressing gown, looking out quietly on the street below as he played.
Before John could say anything, Sherlock began playing Jingle Bell Rock on his violin. It was obviously a punishment for John’s rude behaviour earlier in the week. But John didn’t mind Sherlock playing it on his violin, watching his wrist furiously move in accordance to its rock n’ roll rhythm that was not made for the violin. It was an oddly beautiful interpretation. He finished with a defiant look, putting down his violin, waiting for John’s response.
John sat down with a smile on his face. “I suppose I deserve that for my rudeness this week. I’m sorry. And that was actually quite good. I’ve never heard Jingle Bell Rock like that.”
Sherlock gave John a small smile, signalling that his apology was accepted.
“Do you have any requests?” Sherlock asked while applying resin on his bow.
“Last Christmas by Wham,” replied John, after a long moment of thought.
Sherlock gave him a puzzled look. “Odd choice.”
“I’m surprised you know it, considering pop music isn’t your thing.”
“It’s Christmas music, John. In case you haven’t noticed, Christmas music is the only form of popular music I can stand for long periods of time. Never the less, it is a fine choice. Your wish is granted.”
They spent the rest of the night doing just that. John listened and made some tea while Sherlock played John’s requests, as well as his own favourite Christmas pieces. John was constantly amazed at how musically creative Sherlock was, there was not a Christmas song that Sherlock couldn’t play on his violin. How he managed to play Little Drummer Boy on his violin never ceased to amaze John. John found that Christmas music was actually quite beautiful when played by his best friend on a cold snowy night.
Re: Two: Christmas MusicmahmficDecember 23 2011, 02:47:33 UTC
i just have to say... i love (and i mean love sherlock playing his violin. the violin is probably my favorite instrument and i love it. sherlock breaking out into a soulful 'silent night' and then a more modern 'jingle bell rock' makes me so, so, happy.
So when he came home and heard Jingle Bell Rock play through tiny but powerful speakers in the kitchen, it was all John could do to keep himself from smashing Sherlock’s tiny Ipod that played that insipid music. Instead, he walked over and promptly unplugged the tiny speakers attached to the Ipod and stomped off. He didn’t catch the hurt look from Sherlock, wondering what was wrong with the music?
It was midnight on a Sunday that John heard Sherlock play a mournful version of the Silent Night on his violin and found it beautiful. He padded down the stairs to find Sherlock in his bed clothes and dressing gown, looking out quietly on the street below as he played.
Before John could say anything, Sherlock began playing Jingle Bell Rock on his violin. It was obviously a punishment for John’s rude behaviour earlier in the week. But John didn’t mind Sherlock playing it on his violin, watching his wrist furiously move in accordance to its rock n’ roll rhythm that was not made for the violin. It was an oddly beautiful interpretation. He finished with a defiant look, putting down his violin, waiting for John’s response.
John sat down with a smile on his face. “I suppose I deserve that for my rudeness this week. I’m sorry. And that was actually quite good. I’ve never heard Jingle Bell Rock like that.”
Sherlock gave John a small smile, signalling that his apology was accepted.
“Do you have any requests?” Sherlock asked while applying resin on his bow.
“Last Christmas by Wham,” replied John, after a long moment of thought.
Sherlock gave him a puzzled look. “Odd choice.”
“I’m surprised you know it, considering pop music isn’t your thing.”
“It’s Christmas music, John. In case you haven’t noticed, Christmas music is the only form of popular music I can stand for long periods of time. Never the less, it is a fine choice. Your wish is granted.”
They spent the rest of the night doing just that. John listened and made some tea while Sherlock played John’s requests, as well as his own favourite Christmas pieces. John was constantly amazed at how musically creative Sherlock was, there was not a Christmas song that Sherlock couldn’t play on his violin. How he managed to play Little Drummer Boy on his violin never ceased to amaze John. John found that Christmas music was actually quite beautiful when played by his best friend on a cold snowy night.
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HAH! I want to see that happen now.
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