Christine had quickly realized that it is much more difficult to teach yourself how to play the piano than it first appears to be. She had received rudimentary piano lessons at the Conservatoire, but singing opera professionally had given her neither the opportunity nor the desire to hone her skills on the piano.
She methodically plucked her way
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A very amateur attempt at playing the piano. Grimacing, shaking his head ruefully, he nearly just walked on when he then heard a lovely voice. Oh, yes. That was worth investigating. The horrific piano started back up again, but, bracing himself, Robin went into the common room (it was fortunate he'd fucked met a lovely blonde woman who roomed in Hufflepuff - now he knew the password! Socking FTW!).
"Your voice is lovely, mademoiselle," Robin said softly, walking up to Christine and giving a small bow. "But the accompaniment does not do you justice. Not as of yet, anyway." Glancing up at her, eyes sparkling, Robin added, "I am Robin Goodfellow, at your service."
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" Merci, Monsieur Goodfellow. I'm Christine Daae." Christine closed the piano lid, with a little more force than was characteristic. "That's very kind of you to say, or rather, that was very politely phrased and it was kind of you not to say how horrible my piano is." She smiled up at him prettily. "Do you play, by any chance?"
Anyone would be better at the piano than Christine. When she sang, she could make emperors weep, but she couldn't play a proper chord on a keyboard to save her life.
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<"I am but a poor practitioner, my feeble skill would quail in the face of your voice, dear lady. But, if you command me to play for you, I can only obey. Your beauty compels me."> Again a bow, this time lower. <"Shall I accompany, Mademoiselle?">
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She colored at the compliments, though she was insensible to Robin's motives and had no idea what-so-ever that she was being flirted with. Christine was not terribly observant, and her naivety often gave people the impression that she had room temperature IQ.
She vacated the piano bench with another pretty smile. <"I shouldn't force you to play against your will. I would be very pleased if you did play, though, as I'm sure, however you play, it would be much better than me. Do you know any opera songs? I was trying to sing part of a duet from Faust
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He sneered at the "low level" the woman was playing, seemingly untalented. Unsure or not if he should go in and berate talk to her, he stood in the doorway.
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"Oh excuse m-" She stepped on the hem of her dress, toppling over the piano bench and sending her music flying.
The sheets fluttered down around her like autumn leaves and Christine blushed. "Um, sorry Monsieur. You startled me."
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"I can assure you that wasn't my intention, Mademoiselle. I was simply observing your playing. If you can indeed call it that."
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She looked up, with a timid smile, and took the music back. "Thank you."
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"Do you know how to play any Morrissey?" he asked by way of greeting. "I'm particularly fond of 'We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful.' Except I don't really have any friends whose success I can hate them for." He paused and then added, his voice all drawn out and draggy as usual, "Well, I guess Homsar's sort of my friend. But I wouldn't say he's really successful at anything but saying things that don't make sense."
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She was a bit startled by the rest of Strong Sad's statement. "Oh, that's terrible! I'll be your friend, Monsieur!" She twisted around on the piano bench and held out her hand. "I'm Christine Daae."
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Well, okay, mainly Strong Bad threw dodgeballs at him. But still, everyone at Hogwarts had been so nice to him! It was...disconcerting!
"Wow, you really want to be my friend? Ummmm...." He stood there flailing slightly for a bit and then walked over to Christine and shook her hand. "I'm Strong Sad. So...you like music? Do you like arts? And crafts? And arts and crafts? And safety?"
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"I love music. I'm an opera singer. Actually, I used to work in the Opera Garnier in Paris before I came here." She considered his other questions seriously, head tiled to the side. "Arts... um... I do like embroidery from time to time. Safety is... useful. Do you like all those things, then?"
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"You play better than I do, at least," she observed with a rueful chuckle.
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