when you sing your scales and your arpeggios.

[silveralli.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting at a piano, yes he is. and playing.]

Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do,
Every truly cultured music stu-dent knows,
You must learn your scales and your ar-peg-gios,
Bring the music ringing from your chest
And not your nose--
while you sing your scales and your ar-peg-gi-os!

If you're faithful to your daily pract-i-cing,
You will find your progress is en-cour-a-ging,
Do-mi-sol-do-mi-sol-fa-la-- so it goes,
When you do your scales and your ar-peg-gi-os...

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[roxaschu.livejournal.com]

Longer than me.

[of course, he might be older. not that either of those have much to do with anything.]

[silveralli.livejournal.com]

[smiles a little.]

--longer than most people my age. I guess that's what you get...

[he trails off. finds his voice again.]

... when you're like me.

[roxaschu.livejournal.com]

[Roxas doesn't follow, but he's not going to pry, either, just looking at him.]

[silveralli.livejournal.com]

[... realizes there's silence and glances at him. shrugs.]

My parents died. I won't burden you with the whole sob story, but it's been difficult to take up their work and deal with high school and murderous vampires.

[roxaschu.livejournal.com]

[more vampires. if he hadn't already met one, that wouldn't be as easy to believe; but he's tried to keep an open mind, fingertips idly caressing the piano's keys.]

... it's not really the same thing, but my parents won't speak to me, if it helps.

[silveralli.livejournal.com]

[nods a little.]

It doesn't, but if I said it does, I think you'd feel just as bad.

[actually smiles.]

[roxaschu.livejournal.com]

I tried, anyway.

[silveralli.livejournal.com]

Never said you didn't. 'preciate the sentiment, a lot.

[roxaschu.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[he's playing, again, a few simple chords that build up to nothing in particular, but might resemble something if he strings them along with a few more notes. improvising wasn't his strongest suit.]

[silveralli.livejournal.com]

[he closes his eyes, giving a quiet little hum that might've made a song if he went through with it.]