Case #10 Music Lesions. ...Lessons, I mean.

[cantacquityou]

[Today, Miles Edgeworth will be in the music room, accompanied by simple sheet music, a flute, a bass, and a cello. He's playing an exotic Middle Eastern melody on the flute.]



Whenever you're ready.


[[ooc: Even though it's a filtered post, feel free to walk on in on him tooting the flute and/or bother him if you happen by the music room.]]

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A c t i o n ; ;

[wheatdos]

[Music is simply not one of Wheatley's gifts, but he could always appreciate a good melody when he heard it. So, of course, when he heard the music spilling out into the hallway, he couldn't help himself at the idea to peek inside to see who the 'culprit' of such musical finesse.

He was not expecting Edgeworth though.
This was proof he actually knew very little about him.

So trying to go unnoticed, he'd simply watch, wishing a bit that he could actually play something... unfortunately, music lessons were not something that Aperture provided. Especially not to cores.]

Pfft sorry for the wait

[cantacquityou]

[Edgeworth fluted away seemingly effortlessly, pausing at times to take a breath or flip a page of sheet music.

Then, some subtle movement catches his attention through the corner of his eye. He pauses.]

...


[Oh look. Someone's attempting to hide in the corner.]



What on Earth?!



[There are not many ways in Hell that you can't notice a 13548592-foot man, especially even if he's trying to be inconspicuous.]

It's fine. Me too. xD

[wheatdos]

Ahhhh!

[He gave a little shout, and a nervous laugh, already backing out of the room.]

Uh, sorry mate! Didn't mean-didn't mean to disturb you there.

[cantacquityou]

...Well, if it isn't Wheatley. What a... pleasant surprise. I don't suppose I could help you?

[wheatdos]

Ehe... No.
weeeell, Not unless you can tell me how you learned to play like that.

[cantacquityou]

[Well. That was unexpected.]

I've been playing ever since I was a child.

[wheatdos]

Really?

[He approaches Edgeworth a little, still wary.]

I wish I could play. Really do. It's one of those things I wanted to do in this human body, b-but never got the chance. Y-you know, people who can play instruments are more highly regarded as intellectuals. Bet you didn't know that. Read that in a book.

[cantacquityou]

Yes...that I know.


[He reclines slightly in his chair, locking his fingers underneath his chin.]


Well, what seems to be stopping you now?

[wheatdos]

I suppose it's...

[He pauses to think about it.]

Nothing really... actually.
It's uh, it's just been really difficult.
Y-you know... for me to learn.

[cantacquityou]

Hm. [Raises an eyebrow thoughtfully.] How have you tried?

[wheatdos]

Oh... you know.

[He clears his throat and adjusts his tie awkwardly.]

Got on those little bell things.
Played a few notes...

[What are those even called...]

[cantacquityou]

"Little...bell things"?

[wheatdos]

Y-yeah... the... the bell things!

...

You know...

...

Those things.....

.5

[cantacquityou]

...In...deed.

1.00

[cantacquityou]

Perhaps you should start by learning how to read music.

[wheatdos]

Hahahahahaha!

[He starts laughing.]

Ahhhh, you're a funny bloke, you are, mate.
You can't read music.
It's in the air... in-in fact you can't even see it.
What do you take me for, a fool?

[cantacquityou]

[Oh, screw it. He can no longer hold it. He starts snickering into his palm, trying his damnedest to stifle it.]

[wheatdos]

[He's laughing too... but only because he thinks that he's laughing with him at a silly joke that Miles had obviously made.]

[cantacquityou]

...though, seriously.




[He holds this out to Wheatley.]


...To what extent can you comprehend what is on this sheet on paper?

[wheatdos]

[He takes the page and leans in to adjust his glasses...

Squinting...

...

...

...]

Uhhhh...

[Ummm...]

Oh! Flute! Ri-right there. Got that, got that.

[He points to 'Flute' in the middle of the page. HE CAN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND THE TITLE.]

[cantacquityou]

What planet are you from?


[This is a semi-serious question.]

[wheatdos]

What????

[He looks baffled. No seriously, we're talking about MUSIC. WAY TO STRAY FROM THE SUBJECT.]

What-what brought this on?

[cantacquityou]

Even those who aren't familiar with reading music are aware that it is a sheet of music.

[wheatdos]

What? This?
Oh, no... I knew that... that uh, that whole thing before was an act. A joke.. I... I know this...

[He's lying... he's even holding the paper upside down...]

[cantacquityou]

I do believe I have diagnosed the reason behind your music ineptitude.

[wheatdos]

Oh...

[He stops, raising his head a little with a smile. Bright eyed and friendly! At least he was cheerful!]

H-have you now?

[cantacquityou]

Just as speech is documented by means of words and letters, so are specific notes of sound recorded into what are referred to as 'scores' of music.

[wheatdos]

[He casually looks at Edgeworth, then at the paper, then back at Edgeworth, then back at the paper, looking a little bit more determined to read it.]

I'll uh... take your word for it. Yep.

[cantacquityou]

I won't say that it is necessary, but if you hope to be able to play music, perhaps you should attempt to learn how to ...read it.

[wheatdos]

Well...

[He's staring at the page, trying to figure out anything he could by simple observation.]

I... wh-where do I start. It looks like a bunch of lines and dots, if-if I'm honest.

WHEATLEY DAY CONTINUES

[cantacquityou]

Isn't our alphabet naught but a 'bunch of lines and dots,' and yet, we know that they are there to represent sounds?

EDGEWHEAT DAY. /flail

[wheatdos]

...

...

Uh... right.

So uh, this means... yooooooooooooooou're teaching me how to play a flute?

[cantacquityou]

[THOSE LIPS WILL NOT DEFILE MY FLUTE. Not yours anyway]

I think the flute may be a little... out of reach for you at the moment. How about we take a look at that 'bell' instrument you seem to be familiar with?

[wheatdos]

[HE'S AN AI RELAX it's like sharing a flute with a toaster. ]

Ah, so you have one of those?

[cantacquityou]

[So if I hold it while Wheatley plays will I get electrocuted?]


...If you describe it in a bit more detail I may.

[wheatdos]

Well... there are bars... and-and you hold these sticks... and hit the bars.


...

...W-With the sticks.

[cantacquityou]

A...xylophone.

[wheatdos]

W-what?

[cantacquityou]

...not ringing any bells? [shot]

[wheatdos]

N-no! It is!

[Derp.]

[cantacquityou]

Well, I did happen to spot a xylophone somewhere about.

[wheatdos]

Oh, really?

Can you play it too?

[cantacquityou]

I haven't played it, but I've tinkered with similar instruments. I'd imagine it's no harder.

[wheatdos]

Alright!
Then let's get started, shall we?