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0003 [video] Going old school

[And so after weeks of not showing up in the community due to constant missions, the camera clicks on. It's clean, as usual, but the man that is usually on this frequency. There is a grand piano farther down the room, an empty seat in front of it, books laying there, waiting to be studied. After a few minutes, a familiar figure shows up, the veteran walking towards the seat. He places a hand on one of the keyes, the tune resounding on the room. A smile shows up, and he looks around again, apparently ignoring the fact that his camera is recording this.]

Alright... Let's see...

[With silent steps, he sits by the piano, gently removing the books and placing them on the floor. His fingers start playing a slow tune first, moving to another one that his daughter usually plays. Then he stops, his fingers moving more and more quickly all the sudden, a smirk appearing on his face. He starts humming to the song, sometimes singing it, and pretty much going crazy by now...

Still... he hasn't noticed the camera when he gets up, one socked foot on the piano while still playing.]

((OOC: Give the fact that his hearing mechanism is... in his head basically... he'll be able to hear you while playing. If you text, he'll reply as soon as he finishes.))

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That was beautiful. I didn't know you could play.

[And now that's he's calmed down... and sweating, his eyes go wide open, an expression that he directs at the camera behind him.]

Roze?

[His expression turns into a smile, though, as he relaxes back on the chair, but continues to look at the camera.]

La Grange has to be my favorite... [He shrugs.] Old school Rock N' Roll... Kids these days don't seem to actually get it, you know?

[She can't understand the music references but she knows she liked how it sounded.]

Do you do that often?

[He chuckles a little bit, fingers toying with the piano keys.]

From time to time, when my daughter is not hugging the piano.

Did you go to a music school?

[And with a sudden stop, Sam looks around. Then he rubs his ear and his throat. A chuckle comes out when he understands that the community had its eye on him.]

I'll take in mind not taking my OPSAT to the bathroom with me.

[He looks back, green eyes setting on the device and smiles when he sees the younger man's face.]

No. Not really.

[He points to the books, resting over the piano keys.]

Living in a... more than just rural place made it hard for me to find a teacher that would come all the way to teach my daughter. She's better than me now.

I should learn an instrument, I think.

[He smiles and folds his arms.]

It ain't that bad. A lot of practice and discipline... but I guess if you do like the instrument, you shouldn't have any problems in learning it.

[He makes a face and sighs.]

If the piano is your thing, or the guitar for that matter, I could help you with either of them anytime I'm not away dodging bullets thanks to my job.

I like music and I was thinking of maybe singing but... I'm not sure.

[He chuckles a little and waves his hands, leaning back from the camera.]

Singing is not my MO. My daughter says I could try... with some practice. Not that bad at the Rock N' Roll department, but not The King, either, if you understand.

... No? The king of what?

[So sheltered...]

[Slowly. he raises from his chair, his jaw drops open, an expression of confusion as much as of horror on his face. Not quite sure if it is faked or honest.. perhaps a bit of both. As a quick response, he simply starts playing. Then he clears his throat.]

Let's see how this goes...

[The intro runs smoothly with tunes that could only have been achieved through The Blues. And finally he shrugs and starts singing something quite like this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCqv734n7Wk).]

Oh. I think I've heard something like that... But we probably just didn't have the same name for it back in the Village.

[He stops singing - not such a bad display of his singing given the fact that his rough voice goes well for this kind of genre - and smiles a little, but his fingers keep their work.]

Elvis Presley. The King of Rock N' Roll, my community friend. The King.

[The name gets a blank look from 11-12.]

I haven't heard of him but then, everybody had number names in my world - even the great inventors or old musicians. Like... Oh, I heard 1756 is known at Mozart in other places.

Heeeeh. Can't say you hit me as the artsy type! Surprising.

[Well there's a voice he hadn't heard in a while, but his memory is still good enough to identify it. That guy with the weird name...]

Greed...

[He turns around, facing the camera.]

I didn't... "hit myself"... as an artsy type either. Kids make you do things you thought you were incapable of.

[There's more to the innocent smile he's giving when he says those words. He looks away from the camera, fingers toying with the range of keys from C minor.]

Do you have any children?

[That question sends him into a burst of laughter at just the thought; kids may be inspiring for many, but for him the idea of having any is unsettling at best. Fortunately, he's physically incapable, but...]

None. If you're a guy who likes kids, you'd probably be obligated to come over and take 'em away if I did. Last time we had a kid around here, I went and tried to liquor 'em up.

So, what, you practicing for a recital for some kid?

[The veteran laughs back at the words and one can see him shaking his head.]

I doubt La Grange would be such a nice song for a kid's recital. No.

[He plays one key loud enough with barely any effort from his finger and looks back at the camera momentarily.]

My daughter's piano. She left for college. Can't really take a grand to college.

Kids are pretty precocious these days. Especially musicians. [Greed plops his chin in one hand, looking over the piano on the camera, being sure he's not going to interrupt a spurt of inspired play before talking.] You seem more like the kinda guy who'd have a son.

[He can't help the smirk now, fingers taking on soothing notes all the sudden (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR-qQcNT_fY&ob=av3e) yet making subtle pauses.]

Life surprises you. I can't complain. I wouldn't dare to.

[He smiles a little at that while his fingers keep doing the work on the keys.]

Though her likes are not far from my own. The traveling, the fishing, the guns... yes the guns... [He chuckles.] ...the ocean, the swimming, the TV... the o' so sacred TV with its History Channel and Military Channel and Discovery Channel and the temple that is the NFL season. [A chuckle.] The stubbornness... [He sighs and shakes his head.] She had to get that from me... Then there's the differences. Boyfriends, hair... appearance... [He shrugs at that.] Technology... I like technology, as long as it doesn't disrupt my classics. Digital music... [He makes a face at that, and chuckles again.] Digital books... I need to care for my eyes. I'm... [He stops playing momentarily, smiles, sighs and keeps playing.] ...not as young.

My ... haven't heard that [the third piece] style of music before...

[From the video feed, one can notice Sam tilting his head to the side while still sitting by the piano. He looks around the living room, finally setting his green eyes on the camera.

Then he sighs, running a hand over his face.]

Next time I'll be the playboy bunny of the community with a rather private video feed...

[He gets up, reaches for the device and settles it on top of the piano. Then he sighs again, and squints his eyes trying to recognize the voice in the other hand.]

Haven't heard you before...

[He touches the monitor a few times and raises an eyebrow when he recognizes the frequency.]

What happened with your walls of text?

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[video] ((Sorry for the late reply. Tough month.))