Cole Porter Tribute Night

[alaspoorwarrick]

A'ight. So I'm stuck on the Island of Misfit Toys, damned glad to be here, since if I weren't here, I'd be a dead CSI III, instead of a bored CSI III with one helluva woman for a girlfriend and business partner in charge of a club I'd be proud to own in Vegas. Even better, the club's frequented by the, no shit, I'm not even kidding, Black Canary,

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[song_n_dance]

Cole had known that they were throwing a birthday party for him, and he really couldn't be more pleased - after all, he adored a good party, and even more, being the center of attention. But what he hadn't expected was the all-encompassing theme night at the club, to see so many people performing his work... He was practically near tears at some point, he was so touched. The entire affair negated any feelings he'd had that he was growing obsolete here on the island, and it was truly the happiest he could remember being in a while.

And so he made his way around the club, practically strutting like a peacock all evening, making jokes, insisting on dances from strangers, and occasionally popping himself down at the piano between numbers. There was hardly anyone in the place to whom he hadn't spoken, whether they knew who he was or not.

[aminorkey]

Peter's promised Maureen that he would be here, but he has the feeling that he would have attended no matter who had asked, or if no one had said a word. It's late in the evening by the time Peter finds Cole, smiling gently. "Care for another duet?" he offers lightly, trying not to dwell on the grief he's felt up until this moment, of losing Lionel, of grieving for yet another loss.

[song_n_dance]

Cole's smile was twice as big and about a hundred watts brighter. "Peter! There is nothing that would thrill me more. You know that the only thing I like more than hearing you play is hearing you play my music." He winked and steered him toward the piano.

[aminorkey]

"Ah, but there's the ego," he teases gently, heading for the piano and really being quite honoured to be able to play Cole Porter's music for him, even if it wasn't strictly his trained repertoire. "Any particular requests? Your new piece, perhaps?"

[song_n_dance]

"Yes, well, one thing that does not come with old age is modesty," Cole teased, and slid onto the piano bench. "And yes, what a marvelous idea. You played it beautifully, you know. It was fantastic to hear it done properly - I can't tell a thing about how good it is by singing it myself."

[aminorkey]

"I never did sing, so it's always a pleasure to hear someone else's voice accompany me," Peter admits. Though, in the classics, it's always opera and it's always that high falsetto of young boys that the Italian church is so fond of. "You're a man of great talent, but I'm sure you already knew that."

[song_n_dance]

"As are you, my dear," Cole said, patted his leg lightly. "You should show me something you've written later, hmm? I'm not all show tunes and jazz, you know."

[aminorkey]

"I don't know. You can profess to love the opera, but it's a rather hard thing to fake," Peter points out and doesn't mention that he's not ever truly played his own music so much as conducted pieces. Never a full opera, not really. When Mozart has given you enough genius, there's no cause to dabble.

[song_n_dance]

"I love music," Cole assured him, and then stretched his arms above his head, cracking his knuckles. "Go ahead then, you start. I can improvise a bit."

[aminorkey]

Peter awaits a moment for him to join him (if not physically, then perhaps mentally) and raises himself into playing posture, stretching out his fingers for a moment before beginning a slow and romantic piece. Something that he had once played for Lionel. Perhaps Lionel is no longer here, but it's a fitting farewell, as far as Peter sees it.