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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:28 pm
You know, Molly was rather excited about this! Sure, she had been looking forward to a nice jam session, but teaching another fellow music lover how to play the fiddle sounded pretty awesome as well. Plus, to her, music was a great outlet…maybe…therapeutic, if you will? Poor Jerry seemed uh…under the weather, per say?
Molly really liked trying to help if she could, thus after coordinating it through the Twitters and text, the Mist trainee was currently seated on a part of the beach that held some rather nice, large rocks to sit on. She figured this would be a great area to practice, considering it was further away from the dorms and such. Hopefully they wouldn’t be disrupting anyone out here! The young woman hummed as she waited, her fiddle case resting neatly on her lap.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:49 pm
Jerry missed his guitar. He knew it had been stupid, what he had done to it, but he had been.... angry. And not thinking clearly. And he had hurt and wanted to hurt something and that poor poor guitar... but the prospect of getting his hands on another instrument, any instrument that wasn't a kazoo brightened his day. At the sight of Molly waiting out on the rocks, he smiled, waving as he picked up his speed until she was in earshot, "Ah... Hello! Thank you so much for this!" He was panting as he reached the rocks, but looked better groomed than he had at the recent missions. Something seemed to be going better in his life... or at least someone had put their foot down about his behavior.
He was also excited about getting out and leaving his room.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:46 pm
Once Molly heard someone approaching, she turned, and beamed widely as she saw the Sun Hunter approach. She waved back energetically. “Hello! It’s no problem at all! Thank you for letting me teach you!” Molly giggled a bit, pointing at a rock that was next to the one she was seated on. “Just because your guitar is out of commission for a bit doesn’t mean we still can’t jam, right?”
She placed her case on a flatter part of the rock and undid the clasps, opening the lid to reveal the fiddle Jude had gotten her for Christmas. “I think you’ll pick it up in no time, honestly…I mean, it’s like a little guitar after all…or so I’ve always thought…eh…heh…that’s just me though. How have you been, Jerry?” Er…maybe that was a dumb question…
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 12:16 pm
"It's gotta' be easier than guitar, there's less strings to worry about, ahahaha," Jerry smiled as he climbed up to join her, panting a bit. He wasn't quite as noodle-armed as he had been when he had arrived on the island, nearly a year there and hefting Roar around (among other things), had put him in better shape. That didn't mean he didn't sometimes feel like the younger hunters could run circles around him.
At the question, he flushed, rubbing the back of his head as he admired her instrument, "I'm... better than I was, thankfully. I was... kind of in a bad place for a while. But I get by with a little help from my friends, right? Ahaha..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:14 pm
“Heee, this is true!” Molly smiled as she took the fiddle out of the case, and took a moment to tune it, plucking at a few of the strings as she looked back up at Jerry.
Her expression dropped a bit as he mentioned a ‘bad place’, but it picked up again once he claimed to be feeling better. “Right!” She reaffirmed with a nod, her curls bouncing. “I’m really glad you’re feeling better!” The Mist trainee exclaimed. “Oh and uh…if there’s anything I can ever do to help, just please let me know, alright!?” She had started to lean towards Jerry a bit as she made her exclamation, and quickly swayed back as she finished tuning her instrument.
“Okay…so…” Molly wiggled in place. “I’ll start you off like how my Papa started me off. We won’t get to the bow yet…” Here, the young woman plucked the different strings for Jerry, naming them off as she went, and then held the fiddle out to him. “We’ll just focus on using our fingers for now!”
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:17 pm
"Believe me, this alone is helping a lot," He smiled bashfully, "I... was really stupid about the guitar. I shouldn't have... done what I did. I was um. Upset. But uh." He coughed, happy she moved along with the lesson, listening intently. "G, D, A, E, got it." He nodded, watching with just as much fascination. He had lied a bit, he had tinkered with a violin once or twice, but it was fun getting a refresher all the same. It had been ages and ages ago, when he was a kid. Hardly counted.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:59 am
Molly was just beaming. Oh how happy it made her to know she was helping him out with something as simple as this! “I’m really sorry about your guitar.” She replied with a frown. “Is…there a way to fix it?” She asked hopefully, plucking at the strings once more before she held the fiddle out to him. After all, he needed hands on practice, obviously!
Once Jerry took it, Molly would work on showing him the hand and finger placements when playing scales.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 12:17 pm
"I don't know... but I have some... terrible feelings about it. Robert's had it all this time and who KNOWS what he's been doing to it," He was happy for the distraction of the instrument pushed into his hands, a smile immediately taking over his face as he listened intently to the fingering. "Let's... let's see if I can do the scales, huh?" With a look of concentration, and marginal success, he worked his way plucking through the notes. While Jerry had... many faults. Many many faults. His ear for music was uncanny. What notes he missed were easily fixed with a slight adjustment of a finger. He shifted his fingering to try a plucked chord as though it were a tiny guitar against his neck. "How's that?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:24 pm
Oh dear. Molly giggled a bit nervously as Jerry sounded uncertain. “W-well…I hope it isn’t anything bad!” She nodded her head, curls bouncing. “Yeah!” She then watched and listened intently as Jerry started to play out the scales, and was about to gently correct him, when he already did himself. Woah. Molly sat back a bit, staring at the young man in awe. She’d been playing the fiddle ever since she could physically hold it and manage…so she knew good playing when she saw it.
Molly didn’t fancy herself good at many things, but fiddle playing was one of them. Seeing Jerry handle it so well reminded her that well…she wasn’t that great at anything. The young woman smiled regardless though, eager to get away from those thoughts. “That’s amazing!” Molly cheered happily, clapping her hands. “You’re really talented!” Since Jerry was picking up on this so fast, Molly just went ahead and got her bow. Luckily she prepped it before coming out here, and then showed Jerry how to hold it before holding it out to him.
“Now play the scales again, but this time with the bow!” She then went on to describe how it should sound like and how to achieve that with the bow.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:04 pm
"With the bow..." Jerry grimaced. It was easier to strum or pluck. He studied how she held it, careful to position his fingers accordingly, but even so it was definitely different than a guitar. "Let's see if i don't embarrass myself, huh? Ahahaha..." Carefully, he set the bow onto the strings, and proceeded to make a noise akin to a cat being skinned.
"Ah. Um. H-hold on um." Right. Fingering, position, angle, geometry. Science of music. He could do this. Pursing his lips around his tongue, he tried again, and this time he managed somehow to pull out a long scale of notes, fairly quick in succession with minimal squeaks.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 2:50 pm
“ I’m sure you’ll do fin—“ Molly’s shoulder hunched and she almost reached up to press her hands against her ears as Jerry pulled the bow across the strings for the first time. She smiled at him encouragingly, it not a bit sheepishly, and patiently waited as he set to correcting himself once more. Her shoulders relaxed once he started doing the scales with minimal squeaking, and once he was done, Molly clapped her hands excitedly. “ That’s amazing! You’re doing so well! You have such a skill for musical instruments…you’re like Mozart or…or Beethoven! I really don’t think I have much to teach you, if anything at all!”
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