coolkids can play piano too. easy 3 step program. /brick'd

[tangledlocks]

Who: Dave ( knightime ) and Jack Vessalius ( tangledlocks )
When: Backdated to whenever this was supposed to happen, beginning of February I believe?
Where: Coral Corral Number 9
Style: Prose. Bite me.
Status: Closed. Like a closed thing!

Mister Strider? Right? Yes. Good, I hope I'm not sending this to the wrong person. I have some free time today if you would like to come over. I remember you sparking a little interest at the piano, and I thought, "Well damn, I might as well give the kid a chance".

With that being said. I live in Coral Corral, House 9. You don't have to knock, just enter.

Jack pressed send, after fumbling with the wording for a few moments, he didn't want to sound forceful, Mister Strider can still reject! If he wishes anyways. But Jack has a few things set up for Dave if he does come- some tea, a few cookies from the night before. A comfortable piano bench. Jack is all about guests in his home being comfortable.

Comments

[knightime]

Wow, rude. Just because he's know jackshit about pianos and how to play them doesn't mean he is completely hopeless. He knows how to read sheet music and to some extent keyboards are important to mixing music. He's not exactly Beethoven, but he likes to think he isn't completely helpless.

That being said, Jack probably hears the creaking sounds of the front door being open. "You know Dave is just fine. You don't have to do any of that Mister crap."

[tangledlocks]

Rude, Jack? Never my dear boy. No, he isn't completely hopeless or else Jack wouldn't have taken the time to message him about these things. He'll need to see what Dave knows, and no, he doesn't have an electric keyboard. It's going to be on this cool antique piano.

Jack turns around, almost instantly. He has lived in this household long enough to realize when his door is creaking open. "Just Dave? Very well then. Welcome to my home."

[knightime]

Dave can dig a grand piano. The one in their place was chosen by John, so obviously it was going to be an actual piano.

"I'm not really a formal type of guy. Some of my friends will just call me by my last name, but this Mister bullshit makes me sound old as bones, and I like to think that being thirteen doesn't make me ancient already," he replies with a shrug. He saunters in, glancing around the place.