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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 2:07 am
Saya was on her makeshift bed, leaning over her notebook, chest pressed against the ground. She had a simple blanket and pillow, dressed in a all-concealing camisole and cargo pants. She was doodling notes or drawings, it was hard to tell with the trainee hunched over the bed like so, as if the notebook was her life.
Of course, those who knew Saya knew it was practically her life.
She was so deep in thought, she didn't hear the soft music at first. Only when she lifted her head from a deep train of thought, did she realize that someone was playing a melody in the house. It wasn't coming from a music player or laptop, was it? She clumsily stood up, to investigate, stubbing her toe along the way.
Owowowow, owwwwww.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 2:37 pm
It felt so long since Wilson had last held a viola in his arms. He held the case carefully in one arm while he closed the door and leaned his back against it. He swallowed the lump in his throat before he walked toward the couch and placed the case on the ground. The lock clicked softly as he opened the lid. His lips were pressed together when he slowly picked up the instrument and placed his chin on the rest. The bow gripped tightly in his hand, Wilson placed it against a string.
He half-expected to hear a screech. How long had it been since he practiced? More than a year, but the sensation of playing the viola was still familiar. Once he heard the deep vibrato, Wilson let out a sigh he had been holding in. Then he grinned and laughed quietly. He stared up at the ceiling as he dug through his memories for a song. It took him a while, but then he began to play, oblivious to the muffled sounds coming from the next room.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:22 pm
Somewhere, some time throughout Wilson's playing, the trainee had sneaked into the room with a stealthiness unknown to others. Her back pressed against the walls and her knees against her chest, as her arms hugged her legs. She had always been good into sneaking into places, as a child, especially so.
She closed her eyes, listening to the unfamiliar melody. Her hair still casted into a braid, rocking back and forth to the music. Saya didn't know classical music, or any other genre, very well but she did enjoy listening to it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:00 am
Normally, Wilson should have been able to pick up the quiet shuffling of someone entering the room, but the viola ringing in his ears made the task difficult. He played the song slowly, slower than he would have preferred to play. Although the movements and notes flowing into his head were natural, he still feared messing up. The sudden shriek when his bow ran over the strings incorrectly always startled him.
He let the final note stretch out before he stopped, frozen as a statue for a moment before he put down the bow and took his chin off the rest. His eyes widened when he noticed a second occupant in the room. “S-Saya?” Wilson nervously stared at the instrument in his hands. “Why are…? Um. W-When did you get here?” He laughed awkwardly. “I hope my playing wasn’t too awful for you.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:48 am
Saya was clapping by the time his chin left the viola, clapping her hands softly, mindful of the other occupants in the house. She offered him a sheepish smile in response to his surprise, unfolding her cramped posture, leaving her notebook and pen on the ground.
"Um .. I got here a little while ago. But it was good, I enjoyed listening to it! I didn't know you played though." Saya kneeled, peering at Wilson's viola with curiosity. She kept in mind, not to touch it or to examine it, since common sense dictated that instruments were more delicate than most objects. It was the same, with jewelry-making, as Saya often used to do. "I've never actually hard the opportunity to learn music .. He used to always play from memory so it wasn't very helpful." Saya was referring to some past figure, traveling to look all around at the instrument, from various angles.
She assumed Wilson rescued it from all the dorm-directed disasters, since it looked taken care of.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:24 pm
Wilson smiled bashfully at the applause. “You don’t have to clap, really. It wasn’t that good. I was playing it at a slower tempo because it’s been such a long time. Since I played the viola, I mean, and this viola is new. It’s different from my old one so I need to get used to it.”
His smile turned warm as he looked down at the viola in his hands. “I’m happy that you still liked it, though.” The trainee grinned and sat down on the couch, then he half nodded to the space next to him if Saya wanted to join him. “My mom made me take lessons when I was younger. I didn’t like it at first, but I grew to like it after a while.”
He cocked his head at the mention of a mysterious ‘he,’ but decided to not pry. “Never had the opportunity?” Wilson leaned back, his expression thoughtful. “Does that mean you wanted to learn?”
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:00 pm
Saya unfolded her legs, to smooth out her cargo pants as she joined Wilson on the couch. Her hands rested on her knees, one hand gathering her long blond hair over one shoulder.
She leaned back as Wilson spoke, a grin overtaking her usually timid expression. "Lucky! Lessons sound lovely, although I'm sure I wouldn't have liked it when I was little either." Saya admitted, imagining the classic scenario of a child taking lessons.It must have been a nuisance at the time but what a fun hobby it must have been.
"Yes. I was never taught properly on how to properly play or learn. I was often taught to 'feel the energy or 'let it come naturally' or 'just listen and you'll get it' methods." Saya looked distractedly to the side, at the sudden flow of memories. It sounded a lot better in memories than it did now, when she said it to Wilson. She didn't really remember any music sheets or music books, like Charlotte seemed to have. Common sense dictated that the trainee would know of those essential materials, although, understanding them was another matter.
".. But it was fun, trying to learn that way!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 9:53 pm
Wilson laughed softly. “I don’t think a lot of people like music lessons in the beginning.” He stared at the palms of his hands. “It’s really frustrating to have to go through your scales and play simple songs, but I think once you reach a certain level you stop minding all of the practice and start to enjoy the songs you play more.”
“Oh?” He looked over at Saya. “Which instrument were you playing? My mom considered making me learn the piano, but I convinced her to switch it to a viola.” Wilson chuckled. “The piano didn’t appeal to me. It seemed too easy to play a good song at the time.” The hunter leaned deeper into the couch. “Some people are like that, but a lot of people need formal instruction.” He reached up to lightly tug at his ear. “It took me forever to learn relative pitch.”
He let a pause breed between them. “Do you still want to learn?”
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:15 am
At Wilson's question, Saya froze up. She ducked her head, curling her legs to her chest. She paused, to gather her thoughts before speaking. "Well, it's a pretty uncommon instrument. I like the piano so I tried to learn there first to get a hang of musical concepts but .."
Fiddling with her hair seemed to be common for Saya in uncertain times, the way her fingers threaded through the strands, rolling and unrolling her hair into croissant-like waves.
"I think harmonicas are cool. However, they're a little obscure so it's hard to learn but I would love to learn anything I'm able to learn." Saya nodded, gathering her hair over one shoulder to lean her head back. Briefly, she thought about how Gale's house was so fun to be able to have a conversation with Wilson like this. Perhaps, the housing wasn't as dismal as it initially appeared.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:05 pm
Wilson nodded his head. “The piano sounds very beautiful and is a good instrument to start off with. Pianists are quite useful because they often provide accompaniment.” He briefly watched Saya fiddle with her hair before looking down at his instrument and letting his fingers wrap against the polished wood.
“Harmonicas?” He appeared thoughtful. “Interesting choice. To be honest I never quite figured out how exactly they worked. I only ever got one note out of them.” Wilson chuckled and sank deeper into the couch. Smiling softly, he added, “If you don’t mind, I can teach you. I don’t know how great of a teacher I’ll be, though.” He set the viola aside and rifled through the case until he found some music sheets. “I can teach you the viola or violin. They’re slightly different in structure, but playing them isn’t that different. I’m afraid I don’t have a violin on me though.” He shrugged and smiled sheepishly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 6:38 pm
"Please do!" Saya scooted over next to Wilson, eagerly, to stare at his sheets. "I'm sure you'll be a better teacher than my previous teacher. Not to sound impolite but .. anybody is better than him, I believe."
"Thank you very much Wilson!" Saya briefly cupped Wilson's palm with her own, revealing a ..
.. a tiny milk-strawberry flavored candy. Apparently, a gift of gratitude for the normally masked player. He wasn't using a woodwind instrument so Saya thought candy was a fairly good gift in the meantime, seeing as the situation outside was dismal and the situation inside was rather optimistic.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:55 pm
He moved the sheets so they were between the two. Wilson leaned closer toward Saya. “Since I haven’t met him, I’ll have to take your word for it,” he chuckled. The smile disappeared briefly as she took his palm to reveal…candy. His eyes lit up like a child’s. If there was one thing Wilson could be bribed with time after time, it was sweets. He seemed extremely pleased as he quickly unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth.
Satisfaction. =v=
“So,” he began with the candy in his mouth. “Do you know what these notes are? Do you remember anything your teacher taught you?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 3:20 am
The night was going to be a long one as all Saya could remember was "Every Good Burger Deserves Fries," and several other bits of music notes.
They were probably starting a step up from scratch.
A very small step up.syusaki IDK WHAT TO TYPE ANYMORE IS IT OK TO END THIS
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 4:18 pm
How fortunate that Wilson had a lot of patience.
Hey, something was better than nothing.
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