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[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie is relieved to see the piano is unoccupied. He sets down his bass (brought every night in the hopes Angelo shows up) at the piano's side and sits on the bench. He plays a few scales to warm up, licks his lips.

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[pair_of_morons]

Beavis and Butt-head wander up to the piano.

"Play something that doesn't suck, dude." Butt-head offers.
"Yeah! Play some like, Ozzy. Ozzy rules." Beavis opines.

They aren't much help, are they?

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie glances at them, scowls, and pounds out:

How many times can you put me down

[pair_of_morons]

Butt-Head just kind of gawks at the piano player. "Uh... cheer up, dude."

Beavis agrees. "Yeah, heh-heh. You should like, stop moping and stuff. Yeah. It's like, bringing people down."

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie's scowl deepens. His song choice is a dismissal of the two young gentlemen's advice. (At least he's not stuck singing Manilow.)

A child of a broken mind

[notsoyoung]

*David waves from the bar, and calls over*

If you wouldn't mind, darling, a little Moonlight Sonata when you have the time?

*he calls Charlie darling, but there's no smile. Only contemplation*

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie hesitates, but just a moment. Well, it suits his mood anyway, and if Ludwig Van comes in tonight he could press his ear to the piano to hear it.

He plays, carefully, making each note count.

[notsoyoung]

*the melancholy tune starts, and David sighs.

He doesn't want it to fit his mood, but it does anyway*

Thank you. Your choice.

[bloody_rockgod]

He hears it like a half-forgotten memory: your choice. He sighs and slumps over the keyboard a moment, feeling unbearably tired.

He presses the keys softly as he sings. It's a little out of his range but he fakes it well.

Now I've heard there was a secret chord

[spectral_skin]

[ooc: wah! Angelo would show up to every single Charlie post if his mun wasn't so frequently asleep when they went up... Damn timezones.]