[Introduction] All boundaries are conventions

[waiting4_6smith]

[Spoiler (click to open)]Made it to limbo. Blew my brains out in the bathtub with Ayr's handgun. Only felt the slightest pinch. Much greater pain seeing Sixsmith catching him at the last minute. Worlds of regret, but it's only a matter of waiting

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[fckingperfect]

Natalie's currently in the library, looking for some new music selections to play. She's looking for some good piano pieces--just to practice, since she wants to keep up her skill level and dexterity.

She sighs a little in frustration--after a while, everything is starting to look too easy for her. She should have ended up at Yale instead of the Mansion, she thinks to herself.

A distraction would be more than welcome.

[fckingperfect]

"I could have, I guess, if I'd had gotten into Yale," she explains. " I ended up here instead. But there's a first time for anything, right? I could still learn."

[waiting4_6smith]

"I suppose." Clearly she doesn't have absolute hearing - she would already be transposing if she did.

Have nothing better to do, and she's sweet enough, if odd.

"It would be difficult without a proper master, though."

[fckingperfect]

"...True," she admits. "I've been learning on my own here for some time now."

[waiting4_6smith]

“Ah? And how is that going?” Frobisher, master of music theory. A possibility - a potential distraction.

It does not hurt that she is rather lovely.

[fckingperfect]

She shrugs. "More or less okay, I guess. I miss being taught, though."

[waiting4_6smith]

Unsure whether he wants to or not - wouldn't want to be teaching bored teens or wrinkled spinsters.

She's neither, though.

"Hmmm mmm."

Pause.

Rest.

"Show me what you do."

[fckingperfect]

She grins.

"Oh, sure!"

And she'll head out of the library, towards the ballroom.

"What would you like to hear?" she asks him, figuring he might want to challenge her.

[waiting4_6smith]

“Ah, your worst, of course,” he replies, smiling a bit, amused. “Though if you can be arsed to conjure up something by Vivien Ayrs, I might be entertained.”

[fckingperfect]

Natalie laughs lightly.

"I'll see what I can do," she says, and sits down at the piano.

She begins to play, a little Chopin, actually.

Typical, yes. Predictable, maybe, but she hopes it'll be appreciated.

When she's finished, she'll turn to him.

"Does that work?" she asks, genuinely curious.

[waiting4_6smith]

Nothing the precision of her finger work - lovely fingers, long, elegant, betraying her true nature. She looks like a peasant and talks like one, but is far deeper a person than her voice betrays.

Interesting.

“Well interpreted,” tells her without lying. “Perhaps a little predictable, very textbook - have you tried anything less... mainstream?”

[fckingperfect]

"I'd be willing to learn something more...like, obscure? I guess?" She shrugs. "I'm pretty open to whatever, really."

[waiting4_6smith]

“I think I would like to hear you improvise as a matter of fact.” Frobisher smiles. “You are looking to make something new, not turn into a pony of many tricks, aren't you?”

[fckingperfect]

Natalie laughs, lightly.

"Yeah, you're right--and I did learn some jazz from my old boyfriend back home," she admits.

[waiting4_6smith]

Frobisher can be as unhelpful as Caius faculty (bugger them all), and so…

“Well,” he says, pointing to the piano, “improvice.”

Well, that was an interesting slip.

“Improvise.”

[fckingperfect]

Natalie laughs, lightly, and then begins to play a soft piano rock piece.

When she's finished, she'll turn back toward Frobisher.

"Well, does that work? I could go like, hard rock, too, though." She grins, amused with herself.

ooc: I was trying to find something that would sound...interesting to Frobisher and also melodic/pleasing to the ear, and I immediately thought of Regina Spektor. XD