The Silence Isn't So Bad

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind this music coming from a cracked door. Demyx is poking out a tune on his guitar, scribbling down some things on various pieces of paper surrounding him on the floor. The couch behind him has his laptop and guitar case on it, and every now and then he'll type a few things into a slowly-growing document. Luckily, he managed to get out of the whole handcuffs thing. He's using the fact that there's more commotion than usual to his advantage, since it was the busy streets of New York City that used to inspire him every day.]

Comments

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

[[And look who just dived from nowhere?]]

HEY WHAT'CHA DOIN' CAN I SEE CAN I CAN I?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[AETJIEAJTOIEAJ WHOA LITTLE ME COMIN' OUTTA NOWHERE.]

--uh... S-sure? What do you wanna see?

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

Wha's on the computery-box?

[[Now sitting cross-legged in front of Demyx like the bratty devillittle angel he is.]]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

I'm writing a song. I'm typing up the lyrics that I'm sure I want there.

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

What kinda song? Is it a love song?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Nah. Just a normal song about people.

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[[And he's quiet for a moment.]]

D'you write a lot'a songs?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Sure do! Back home, I did shows at some cafes and clubs.

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

Ooh! So. Uh. Wha's tha' instrument?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

S'a guitar.

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

Can y'teach me?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

.. Maybe when you're a little bigger. [chuckles.] It's not easy, and the guitar's a little too big for somebody your size, right?

[notyetdancing.livejournal.com]

...But I wannnnnaaaaaaaa.

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

Are you a composer?

[Was passing by with art supplies.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[perks up, oh hey I remember you! Have a bit of a shy, goofy smile.]

Uh, yeah! I write my own stuff.

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

Really? How far is that one along?

[Don't mind her coming in to inspect then.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't!]

Not very. I just started today.

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

Can I hear it?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Sure! [He picks out some notes on the guitar, though there really isn't that much. He's gotten most of the way through the first verse and refrain.]

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

[Listens in interest.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[meh, he gets through playing it, and sticks his tongue out a bit.]

My finished ones are better.

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

That was good!

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Really? You like it?

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

Mhm! Your others must sound amazing too.

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Yeah! --I mean, uh... I've gotten some good feedback.

[lul, red in the face.]

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

From who?

Can you play the others?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Well, back in New York I played at cafes, clubs, and bars whenever I could get the chance. So, I've heard it a lot. Then again, I dunno how much I can say is true, a lot of the comments were from drunk guys and girls who were... well. Eheh. [He rubs the back of his neck a little.]

Here, I'll play a different one for you.

[Annnd he starts setting up to play a new song.]

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

Oh okay.

[Sits down, looking excited.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[His fingers play along the strings calmly at first, and then he starts with the actual song. It's up-beat, but not really bright. The tune is pleasant, and when he starts singing, the words are a simple, yet original love song.]

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

[She's listening with rapt attention, and once she gets used to the main melody, she might be humming a bit along.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[It's simple enough that it wouldn't be hard to do that. When he reaches the instrumental solo in the bridge, Demyx looks up at her and smiles, seeming to know exactly where his fingers need to go without having to watch.]

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

[Totally watching in awe now. She has never seen someone play like that.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[His cheeks turn slightly pink, because he really thinks that's cute~. Time to look back down, and somehow his voice seems to come in a little clearer now.]

[alwayswaited.livejournal.com]

[Aw, he's blushing. that's cute too. She'll be drawing that later. right now, she's just too awestruck to do anything else but watch]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[The song doesn't last much longer, and ends as the tempo slows to the last few strings being plucked. Then, the silence sets in the moment afterward.]