[She looked a little closer for a creator's stamp or some kind of signature. ...Ah-ha, there it was... a little symbol here, tucked away inside. She had to keep an eye out.]
See that in there? Any maker worth their salt would make sure people knew who made it. Look for this stamp right here. This person, whoever they are, put heart and soul into every instrument they make.
[She stopped, and kindly offered the guitar back to him.]
My mother had made the one I use. I upgraded it, augmented it to tap into my magic using the scales and horns of dragons I'd given a sound spanking.
Oh!! So that’s why, geez... music is practically my life and I didn’t even think about that.
[He took it back and rested it on his lap, listening to her. He smiled.]
That’s really cool. My parents are actually the reason I like music so much. I think my dad has a bigger album collection than I do, even still has his vinyls and record player. Mom’s the one encouraged me to play as long as I’m the one who saved up for the guitar. Y’know being all responsible and stuff.
[But it was for the best because he earned the money for his guitar, just like he did now. He was incredibly proud of himself for that.]
I was born and raised among a traveling circus. My folks were performers. They told me I could do anything I put my mind to if I put in the effort: Lion-taming, trapeze, clowning... fire-eating would just be cheating, though.
[A beat.]
Tieflings are fire-resistant. It'd be like you trying to wow an audience with 'water-eating'.
[She wiggled to get comfortable, and raised her hands into position. The guitar appeared in a manner of wisps, and she wasted no time in getting started on a flirty little bassline.]
It's not about keeping up. It's about creating as you go...
[Not quite something he was used to doing yet, but he had dabbled. And without a random crowd like last time, Yosuke followed the flirty baseline for a few moments. Eventually, he joined in with a small little number, nothing fancy but easy enough to go with the baseline for now.
[HMMM. Needed more. With a snap of her fingers, she called upon Grackle again. The raven settled on the bed stand, and after a moment of tuning in, added to the tune with an eerie mimicry of a drum kit]
And that's how you make use of a spirit raven...! Alright, Yosuke, how about this?
[Her tune gave his number one last little caress before guiding along into something more recognizable.]
It's getting near dawn, when lights close their tired eyes...
I'll be with you, darling soon, I'll be with you when the stars start falling...!
[Oof, she always loved this bassline. But she was curious if he could tie a bow and transition into something new. How many songs could they connect together?]
[It was fairly easy to figure out just how this jam session should go and since their first meeting involved David Bowie and Yosuke had a pretty awesome conversation about Queen with a several thousand year old demon with an awesome (currently toy sized) Bentley...
It was a little too easy to transition to something else. His grin widened as he did.]
[The recognition glimmered in her eyes immediately. With a shimmy in her seat, she joined right on in. But she took on ol' Freddie's vocals with her guitar, but took it on a new level, perhaps applying a little pressure himself.]
[Yosuke did a playful roll of his eyes, okay, okay, he'll do David Bowie again! At this rate, she was going have him sing all his songs, wasn't she? He was pretty sure he didn't have the same smooth vocals of the guy but whatever, no one was around to hear him.]
It's the terror of knowing what the world is about Watching some good friends screaming "Let me out!"
[Rather than getting to the nonsense words of the song, Yosuke simply laughed when he saw some of the stuff dance in his room. His feet bounced as he watched and played.
Should they transition to something else? Yosuke had an idea but he waited a bit longer in case there was something else Madhuri wanted or to keep going.]
[There was something a little newer that he had in mind. He loved the old stuff, don't get him wrong. But there were plenty of newer songs that he was getting into all on his own due to the Internet and his dad, actually.
He brought the volume down a bit as he went into another song. He hadn't planned on singing again, but as the chords picked up, he couldn't help it.]
Hello, I've waited here for you Everlong Tonight, I throw myself into And out of the red, out of her head she sang
oh my god everlong is the sweetest song though. husband's favorite!
His fingers moved along the frets with ease now, Foo Fighters was definitely more his style as was the way the song was sung.]
When I sing along with you If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang
[How long had it been since he could really rock out like this? The concert, maybe?]
And I wonder When I sing along with you If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang
[And yes! Being able to get into that mean guitar riff before the last verse!]
I like big butts and I cannot lie You otha' brothas can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist and a round thing in your face You get SPRUNG...!
[She corpsed. She had to collapse to the side on the bed, howling laughing.]
[Yosuke just about dropped his guitar and the sudden complete 180 to their jam session. And it wasn’t just a mood change, it was to a god damn booty jam that he hadn’t heard in years.
He couldn’t. He can’t even.
He doubled over laughing so hard he was crying and it was only because he finally put the strap over his shoulder that he let go of the guitar, dropping the pick in the process, just to kick his feet as he laughed. Oh man, how long had it been since he just laughed from deep in his belly?]
[At least she got two notes in, Yosuke could barely refrain from breaking a string just from the whiplash. He had to wipe at his eyes too, panting for breath and still chuckling as he struggled to get his aching sides in order.
He set the guitar down for now as he dragged a hand over his eyes.]
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See that in there? Any maker worth their salt would make sure people knew who made it. Look for this stamp right here. This person, whoever they are, put heart and soul into every instrument they make.
[She stopped, and kindly offered the guitar back to him.]
My mother had made the one I use. I upgraded it, augmented it to tap into my magic using the scales and horns of dragons I'd given a sound spanking.
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[He took it back and rested it on his lap, listening to her. He smiled.]
That’s really cool. My parents are actually the reason I like music so much. I think my dad has a bigger album collection than I do, even still has his vinyls and record player. Mom’s the one encouraged me to play as long as I’m the one who saved up for the guitar. Y’know being all responsible and stuff.
[But it was for the best because he earned the money for his guitar, just like he did now. He was incredibly proud of himself for that.]
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I was born and raised among a traveling circus. My folks were performers. They told me I could do anything I put my mind to if I put in the effort: Lion-taming, trapeze, clowning... fire-eating would just be cheating, though.
[A beat.]
Tieflings are fire-resistant. It'd be like you trying to wow an audience with 'water-eating'.
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[Thanks Jiraiya. Then, he bounced his legs a couple times and grinned widely.]]
So! What’s this about a jam session? I’m not as rusty so think I can keep up with your dragon guitar.
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[She wiggled to get comfortable, and raised her hands into position. The guitar appeared in a manner of wisps, and she wasted no time in getting started on a flirty little bassline.]
It's not about keeping up. It's about creating as you go...
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He smiled.]
I see what you mean.
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And that's how you make use of a spirit raven...! Alright, Yosuke, how about this?
[Her tune gave his number one last little caress before guiding along into something more recognizable.]
It's getting near dawn, when lights close their tired eyes...
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I dig it, I dig it.
[He adjusted his fingers, he hadn’t heard the song in awhile so it took a few tries to get it right. Once he did:]
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
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I'll be with you when the stars start falling...!
[Oof, she always loved this bassline. But she was curious if he could tie a bow and transition into something new. How many songs could they connect together?]
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It was a little too easy to transition to something else. His grin widened as he did.]
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It's the terror of knowing what the world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
"Let me out!"
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Pressure on people, people on streets...
[Darling, YOU chose the song! With a grin, she dismissed Grackle and make a few of the objects in his room dance.]
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Should they transition to something else? Yosuke had an idea but he waited a bit longer in case there was something else Madhuri wanted or to keep going.]
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Regardless, she let her part dance as she watched him. Perhaps she could transition into a little challenge, but no no, not yet.]
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He brought the volume down a bit as he went into another song. He hadn't planned on singing again, but as the chords picked up, he couldn't help it.]
Hello, I've waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight, I throw myself into
And out of the red, out of her head she sang
oh my god everlong is the sweetest song though. husband's favorite!
Come down and waste away with me
Down with me
Slow how you wanted it to be
I'm over my head, out of her head she sang...
[Kick it up a little!]
And I wonder...!
isn't it though? /chinhands
His fingers moved along the frets with ease now, Foo Fighters was definitely more his style as was the way the song was sung.]
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
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Breathe out so I can breathe you in
Hold you in
And now I know you've always been
Out of your head, out of my head I sang
[Not yet. Let's stay here for a while. Seeing him like this was way too cute. She won't troll with something out of left field...!]
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And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
[And yes! Being able to get into that mean guitar riff before the last verse!]
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Three.
Two.
One.
Let's ruin this.]
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You otha' brothas can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist and a round thing in your face
You get SPRUNG...!
[She corpsed. She had to collapse to the side on the bed, howling laughing.]
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He couldn’t. He can’t even.
He doubled over laughing so hard he was crying and it was only because he finally put the strap over his shoulder that he let go of the guitar, dropping the pick in the process, just to kick his feet as he laughed. Oh man, how long had it been since he just laughed from deep in his belly?]
Wh-What the-!
Oh my god I-I can’t-! I can’t-!
[He couldn’t breathe and it was the best.]
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I'm sorry! It burned in the back of my brain and I had to!
[She played the bassline of the song for two bars, but couldn't go any further.]
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He set the guitar down for now as he dragged a hand over his eyes.]
Oh man... my sides hurts.
[He gave her an appreciative nod.]
That was good, you got me real good.
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[She dismissed her guitar.]
Moreover, I'm utterly thrilled you recognized the tune! Then you, too, know the legend of Ser Mix!
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