ext_185890 ([identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-09-03 10:58 pm

Roof, Sunday Night

Pip was up on the roof plunking on his guitar, staring up into the stars.

Jesus. Poor Marie. And to think he started this day planning on soaking everyone.

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[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
Agnes hummed along a little and approached the boy who had auditioned the same day she had. "Hello. You're Pip, right?"

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Agnes' ears turned pink. "Maybe? I'm Agnes."

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you. You played very well, too." Well enough that she wasn't really sure why he wasn't in the band, too. "What are you playing now?"

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know much of this world's music yet," Agnes said. She'd been trying to get used to the idea that this wasn't her world. "Just what I've heard on the radio so far."

Ask him to teach you.

Shh.

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Agnes looked wistfully happy at the music she had readily available at her fingertips. "What they play on the radio. There are so many different styles."

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know?" She said almost apologetically. "Some of it sounds like music with rocks in, and I heard some opera on one station, but then they started asking me for money, so I changed it."

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes!" Agnes started humming along and then singing wordlessly, Perdita joining in in her somewhat reedy voice.

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, she was, and not really noticing when she did. It was entirely possible that Perdita was trying to show off for the boy with the pretty hair and eyepatch.

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Agnes didn't blush. Much. She covered it by taking a small bow. "When did you learn to play?"

[identity profile] singasoloduet.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
She leaned closer to get a good look at the strings. "It's a new instrument to me. We have things with strings like that, but they don't sound the same."