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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 27, 2007 16:24:40 GMT -5
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZ2qkxubxeY < Gackt playing the song live) Hotaka was sat with one leg tucked beneath him on the piano bench, his skilled fingers playing a tune that had so much sadness to it. The manuscript was in front of him, and it had clearly been hand written. Yes this was one of Hotaka's own compositions. He slowly started to sing the words, a tear slipping down one cheek. |
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Post by 雅 Tsukiko Byakuya on Jul 31, 2007 8:43:56 GMT -5
Tsuki wandered through the hallways, searching for a quiet niche to host himself. His steps were silent, out of habit. Slowly, the notes of a piano drifted to his ear, growing louder as he rounded a corner into a dead end corridor. The door at the end was slightly ajar. Drifting over, as he peeked into the room, the soft voice of the pianist began to sing just then. It... was so sad and beautiful, the tear the final catalyst touching the song to his heart. Not wanting to creak open the door, Tsuki just sunk to the ground there and closed his eyes, letting the melancholic music take his soul elsewhere. (What he is wearing: Black mesh vest & dark grey parachute cargo(3/4). Grey nike sandals. & bangles & earrings.)  |
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 31, 2007 8:52:17 GMT -5
Hotaka was so into the peice he was playing that he didn't notice anyone was listening, even if they were outside the door. He barely glanced at the keys, only occasionally looking at the notes, for he knew the peice well. He was working on polishing it, making it fully ready for performance, brushing it up one could say. His hair was relatively messed up and he was wearing black jeans, trainers of an unknown brand, and a dark blue t-shirt almost normal clothes... almost. Then again this was his relaxing clothes, well some of them anyway. His hair had been dyed blonde for the 559th time.
He allowed his voice to die away as he came to the end of the song, using really sustained piano chords, more delicate with his right hand, really slowing down, shaking his head slightly. He missed his parents and infact the whole culture that he'd grown up used to.
He stretched slightly leafing through the various written manuscript paper he had next to him on the piano bench, trying to decide which one to really work on next. He was almost satisfied with Last Song.
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Post by 雅 Tsukiko Byakuya on Jul 31, 2007 9:03:01 GMT -5
Tsuki didn't even notice when the song ended, his soul left floating like a leaf in water, suspending ripples through clear blue. In fact, it took him quite a few moments to actually realize the end of the song with the mere sound of paper flipping, startling him awake and causing him to startle and bang the door with his shins.
The door creaked as it swung back and forth, the hit causing a dull thud to be heard. Tsuki didn't know if he was wincing from that noise or the pain in his leg. "Owww...." He scowled, holding his leg as he sat on the floor, his sling bag sprawled next to him.
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 31, 2007 9:07:59 GMT -5
Hotaka himself had jumped and he looked up, mindful of his manuscript that was neatly organised in a folder next to him, slowly standing up and heading over to the door, limping slightly due to the scar on one leg, permenant reminder that it was of the car crash. He saw a person sat on the floor, holding his leg. "You okay?" he asked quietly.
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Post by 雅 Tsukiko Byakuya on Jul 31, 2007 9:18:38 GMT -5
Tsuki looked up at the question, the scowl immediately vanishing from his face replaced by one that was embarrassed and friendly. "Yea I am." He only noted the limping after hastily getting up himself but cast it to the back of his mind for reference later. "That was beautiful." Tsuki complimented the first and most foremost thing in his mind.
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