[Dave's answer to both thoughts, apparently! but since they're planning on making a lesson out of this, he goes ahead and plops down next to her.]
[and then he thinks for a minute. pulls a 2009-era iPhone out of his pocket. seems that was the thing from home he managed to yoink from his initiation test. he turns it on β without a charger to keep it good and juiced, he's been trying to make the battery last as long as he could ... right up until now, anyway. there's only about five percent left.]
[but he opens the music app, taps at the screen, and sets it down. because Kaede does the piano, and John did the piano, and he figures she wouldn't mind hearing one of the remixes they did together.]
[She opens her mouth to continue, maybe suggest a song for them, but pauses when he pulls his phone out. She hasn't seen a smartphone around for... it feels like a long time now, and her head tilts as she watches him turn it on.
The music app, huh...?
She stays silent while he selects a track. It's not hard to imagine that it's something important to him, so she rests her hands in her lap and closes her eyes to listen, to really listen. It's a remix, obviously... hadn't Dave said that he'd remixed some of his friend's songs in the past?
The pattern repeats, and she shivers, nodding her head a little in time with the music. Violin, piano, and... it's like what a dj does. It's not her style, but it's still music, something that obviously means a lot to him.
As the final notes fade, she shivers again, opening her eyes and giving Dave a heartfelt smile, tinged with sadness.]
[and just like that, the phone blips off, the battery good and spent. no regrets, though, at least he got to hear John and his sister play again.]
One of 'em that I remixed, yeah. [idly, he plunks his fingers at the keys of the piano, until he finds that first string of five notes that match what they just heard on his phone. Dave doesn't really know how to play the piano, but he does have a good ear.]
That was my best bro John on the piano. The violin was my sister.
[She means that sincerely. It's not the kind of sophisticated piece a 19th century composer might dream up, but it's a collaboration between friends and family. It touches her heart in a way she can't quite put into words.
He finds those five notes, and almost automatically, her left hand falls to the lower notes to complement them. She only heard it once, but playing by ear, especially where a piano is involved, is an integral part of her talent. She might not be able to put her emotions into words, but if it's music? She can try.]
Umm...
[She grabs her backpack and opens it up, tugging out a few pieces of sheet music and a pencil. She flips it over to the blank side and starts drawing lines to repurpose the back of it.]
If it's okay with you... do you want me to write it out? I know it's not the same as listening to them play it, but...
[he'd sought her out because to him, music is a balm to pretty much everything shitty β and lord, have the past two days been shitty.]
[and, in a way, sitting at a piano stool and offering a memento to make up for the one he just lost the battery life to, maybe Kaede kind of represents that, too. selfish as it might make him to think that, to ask her of that.]
Long as you don't mind. You write your own music, too?
I don't mind at all. When I was in school, I used to think about trying to compose film scores, but...
[It feels like it's been a long time since she's actually put pencil to paper and written anything out. Not since she was trapped in the Academy for Gifted Juveniles for sure. School life before that is a little difficult to remember, but she doesn't spend much time on that. Instead, she's humming quietly to herself as she draws the lines, repeating the melody until she can start adding in the notes. Her foot taps gently against the ground to keep time as she adds a separate line, labeling one πΉπ²πͺπ·πΈ β€ and the other πΏπ²πΈπ΅π²π· :)
She pauses when it comes to the remix part, brow furrowing.]
Ummmm... I'm not sure how to notate that. The bum-schsh-schch.
Write 'em for vines, then, they're only like seven seconds long.
[picture it, Kaede. a sweeping crescendo, a musical piece of exquisite caliber, the sort that would instantly earn her a unanimous vote into Julliard, assuming she wasn't going there anyway, accompanying a seven-second video of someone eating a sandwich.]
[irony at its finest.]
[also, this all means that someone was kind enough to explain to old man Dave Strider what a vine is.]
You want me to notate it? Just point to where, don't wanna fuck up your work.
[She doesn't totally know what a vine is, but... there's a kind of challenge to writing a piece of music that touches the audience in such a short period of time. She could do it!!
She brightens when he offers to notate it, though, offering the pencil without hesitation.]
Oh, yes please! You can't mess it up. It would just make something even more unique!
[now we're talking β Dave is going to have to ask Ryuji to properly educate the both of them on the finer notes of composing the perfect vine with an ironically high production value.]
[well, in relation to the background music, anyway. when it comes to memes, he does not deal in ironically high production values.]
All right. [you asked for it, though, Kaede: he's not entirely sure what would count as a notation that's easy to remember, but wherever she points on the page? he's drawing what looks like a triangle that got dipped in something.]
[I mean being nicer than a Lalonde isn't really that hard in most cases.
Kaede hums uncertainly, but this is Dave's music! He'd know better than she would, though she supposes she'll have to figure out some way to explain to a casual learner what "nachos equal beat drops" means.]
You know, I don't think I've ever had nachos... musical or otherwise!
[She continues to write, sketching out more lines as needed to keep adding notes.]
I mean, I'd say to go try some, but the robot upstairs completely desecrated the definition of 'em. Don't really think anybody on this tree has a lot of cheese lying around either.
[Kaede pauses, tapping her pencil against the sheet contemplatively. No, she can't remember going anywhere that would have served something with dripping triangles!]
It's... what, cheese and chips? Bread?
[She's probably seen them on TV before but never really paid attention to the particulars.]
And yeah, it's cheese and chips. And beef sometimes. And fuckin' delicious.
[there's no wistfulness of a kid who probably hasn't had proper nachos in nearly four years in his tone. just the confident air of a kid who apparently knows what he's about.]
Thanks for notating this for me, by the way. Can you play it?
[She can hear the confidence! It's a good thing, really. She giggles at his description.]
Huh... I guess it does sound good!
[At the question, she pauses, looking over the sheet and tapping her pencil against her lips, making sure there's nothing she's forgotten.]
It's no problem. I can definitely play the piano part... it would take me a little more time to try to come up with a way to accompany just using a piano for two hands.
...Oh!!
[She points straight up toward the ceiling with her pencil.]
Kurusu-kun knows how to play the cello!! It wouldn't be the same thing, but I bet he could learn this.
[And he seems like the kind of boy she'll be able to bully.]
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[Dave's answer to both thoughts, apparently! but since they're planning on making a lesson out of this, he goes ahead and plops down next to her.]
[and then he thinks for a minute. pulls a 2009-era iPhone out of his pocket. seems that was the thing from home he managed to yoink from his initiation test. he turns it on β without a charger to keep it good and juiced, he's been trying to make the battery last as long as he could ... right up until now, anyway. there's only about five percent left.]
[but he opens the music app, taps at the screen, and sets it down. because Kaede does the piano, and John did the piano, and he figures she wouldn't mind hearing one of the remixes they did together.]
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[She opens her mouth to continue, maybe suggest a song for them, but pauses when he pulls his phone out. She hasn't seen a smartphone around for... it feels like a long time now, and her head tilts as she watches him turn it on.
The music app, huh...?
She stays silent while he selects a track. It's not hard to imagine that it's something important to him, so she rests her hands in her lap and closes her eyes to listen, to really listen. It's a remix, obviously... hadn't Dave said that he'd remixed some of his friend's songs in the past?
The pattern repeats, and she shivers, nodding her head a little in time with the music. Violin, piano, and... it's like what a dj does. It's not her style, but it's still music, something that obviously means a lot to him.
As the final notes fade, she shivers again, opening her eyes and giving Dave a heartfelt smile, tinged with sadness.]
Thank you... it's one of your songs?
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One of 'em that I remixed, yeah. [idly, he plunks his fingers at the keys of the piano, until he finds that first string of five notes that match what they just heard on his phone. Dave doesn't really know how to play the piano, but he does have a good ear.]
That was my best bro John on the piano. The violin was my sister.
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[She means that sincerely. It's not the kind of sophisticated piece a 19th century composer might dream up, but it's a collaboration between friends and family. It touches her heart in a way she can't quite put into words.
He finds those five notes, and almost automatically, her left hand falls to the lower notes to complement them. She only heard it once, but playing by ear, especially where a piano is involved, is an integral part of her talent. She might not be able to put her emotions into words, but if it's music? She can try.]
Umm...
[She grabs her backpack and opens it up, tugging out a few pieces of sheet music and a pencil. She flips it over to the blank side and starts drawing lines to repurpose the back of it.]
If it's okay with you... do you want me to write it out? I know it's not the same as listening to them play it, but...
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[and, in a way, sitting at a piano stool and offering a memento to make up for the one he just lost the battery life to, maybe Kaede kind of represents that, too. selfish as it might make him to think that, to ask her of that.]
Long as you don't mind. You write your own music, too?
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[It feels like it's been a long time since she's actually put pencil to paper and written anything out. Not since she was trapped in the Academy for Gifted Juveniles for sure. School life before that is a little difficult to remember, but she doesn't spend much time on that. Instead, she's humming quietly to herself as she draws the lines, repeating the melody until she can start adding in the notes. Her foot taps gently against the ground to keep time as she adds a separate line, labeling one πΉπ²πͺπ·πΈ β€ and the other πΏπ²πΈπ΅π²π· :)
She pauses when it comes to the remix part, brow furrowing.]
Ummmm... I'm not sure how to notate that. The bum-schsh-schch.
[Yes.]
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[picture it, Kaede. a sweeping crescendo, a musical piece of exquisite caliber, the sort that would instantly earn her a unanimous vote into Julliard, assuming she wasn't going there anyway, accompanying a seven-second video of someone eating a sandwich.]
[irony at its finest.]
[also, this all means that someone was kind enough to explain to old man Dave Strider what a vine is.]
You want me to notate it? Just point to where, don't wanna fuck up your work.
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[She doesn't totally know what a vine is, but... there's a kind of challenge to writing a piece of music that touches the audience in such a short period of time. She could do it!!
She brightens when he offers to notate it, though, offering the pencil without hesitation.]
Oh, yes please! You can't mess it up. It would just make something even more unique!
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[well, in relation to the background music, anyway. when it comes to memes, he does not deal in ironically high production values.]
All right. [you asked for it, though, Kaede: he's not entirely sure what would count as a notation that's easy to remember, but wherever she points on the page? he's drawing what looks like a triangle that got dipped in something.]
[the beat is now nachos.]
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[When she said he couldn't mess it up, she was expecting him to try writing it out, or maybe even try to use music notes to render it.
Instead...]
Oh... wow. That is really unique!!
[The beat is now nachos.]
Ummm... dripping triangle means remix here, right?
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Right, the nachos are where you're getting the beat drops. [god why.]
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Kaede hums uncertainly, but this is Dave's music! He'd know better than she would, though she supposes she'll have to figure out some way to explain to a casual learner what "nachos equal beat drops" means.]
You know, I don't think I've ever had nachos... musical or otherwise!
[She continues to write, sketching out more lines as needed to keep adding notes.]
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[welp, Dave's been derailed.]
I mean, I'd say to go try some, but the robot upstairs completely desecrated the definition of 'em. Don't really think anybody on this tree has a lot of cheese lying around either.
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[Kaede pauses, tapping her pencil against the sheet contemplatively. No, she can't remember going anywhere that would have served something with dripping triangles!]
It's... what, cheese and chips? Bread?
[She's probably seen them on TV before but never really paid attention to the particulars.]
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[Dave.]
And yeah, it's cheese and chips. And beef sometimes. And fuckin' delicious.
[there's no wistfulness of a kid who probably hasn't had proper nachos in nearly four years in his tone. just the confident air of a kid who apparently knows what he's about.]
Thanks for notating this for me, by the way. Can you play it?
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Huh... I guess it does sound good!
[At the question, she pauses, looking over the sheet and tapping her pencil against her lips, making sure there's nothing she's forgotten.]
It's no problem. I can definitely play the piano part... it would take me a little more time to try to come up with a way to accompany just using a piano for two hands.
...Oh!!
[She points straight up toward the ceiling with her pencil.]
Kurusu-kun knows how to play the cello!! It wouldn't be the same thing, but I bet he could learn this.
[And he seems like the kind of boy she'll be able to bully.]
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Kurusu. That's Ryuji's friend, right?
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[Akechi says a lot of things.]
I didn't know you knew Sakamoto-kun! If anyone looks like a delinquent, it's him, but he's really nice too.
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Don't really know much about Akira, though. Should probably fix that.