Paradisa Sinfonia Post #01 - (Un)Sight(ly)-reading

[cantacquityou]

 
[Today, in a remote corner of the music room, there is a large, beautiful couch, a couple of very comfy chairs, a few random instruments (a large grand piano and a harp being the centerpiece), and a couple of small tables adorned with decorative trays of little finger foods.

Edgeworth didn't expect more than two people to show up... but, alas. It seemed as though there were more people interested in music than he had imagined. He had expected a small gathering for a titillating discussion of music, but it ended up with musicians and non-musicians alike tinkering with random instruments and/or scarfing away at the (limited) food.

So, he thought he'd try something. A sight-reading test! Why not gauge everyone's starting point? He wishes up scores of the well-known song, Thus Spake Zarathustra, handing it to everyone who happened to have an instrument in hand. With lack of a conductor, he approached the podium and tapped the baton, waving it in the air to signify "start".

If you are unfortunate enough to turn a page to the music room, you'll come across this wonderful rendition of auditory rape.]
























...and Thus Flatulated Zarathustra...


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[takethat]

[When the sight-reading test is over, Phoenix clears his throat very loudly.

Wow, that sounded terrible.

Except for his "amazing"--and still-vibrating--cymbal crashes smattered (wherever he thought they'd go well) throughout, anyway.]

[cantacquityou]

[Yes, that throat-clearing swiftly grabs his attention]

...Something you'd like to add, Mr. Wright?

[takethat]

Yes. We suck.

[He looks slightly apologetic about that, but the truth is what it is...]

[doublethefun]

[and there's a pained looking pony princess glancing over at Phoenix. The song's definitely over, so there's a brief glow of magic surrounding his cymbals and muffling them.

One ear slowly resumes its normal position now that the din is over, though the other remains firmly plastered against her skull.]

/until Phoenix-mun returns!

[cantacquityou]

...Thank you.

[takethat]

[He pouts over at Luna when she stops his cymbals, but takes note of her expression.]

Luna! Are you... er... okay?

[fistfullofmagic]

[When the "music" stops, Dhaos carefully uncovers his ears, looking very visibly unhappy. Really, he should not have had to cover his ears less than twenty seconds into the test because the din was too horrible to continue to listen to.]

[cantacquityou]

[He rubs his head]

I had almost forgotten your hearing was a little more sensitive than most...

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos makes a small noise of confirmation, though a "little more sensitive" is quite an understatement for someone who can hear another's heartbeat from across the room if he cares to focus enough.]

[doublethefun]

[and her ears are pressed flat against her skull in an attempt to muffle the noise. She's trying to go for an impassive look, but she can't quite hide her winces.]

Pffft

[cantacquityou]

[Edgeworth doesn't cover his ears. But all be damned if he isn't wincing enough for the both of them.]

...Are you alright, there?

[doublethefun]

[she's sort of hunched over, as if making herself smaller would help in protecting herself from the din]

I have heard worse. [not that she can think of any instances at the moment]

[hard_talker]

[being the keyboard player, Mark didn't really have a part in this piece, and when he found that out, he'd stuck around to spectate. now, wincing visibly, he's really wishing he hadn't]

OW. Jesus fucking Christ, I thought you asked for people who knew music, Edge...!

Pfffthaha

[cantacquityou]

Seriously. [Ahem]

...Oddly enough, having heard some play individually before, it is clear that some of them are actually indeed talented musicians. It appears to be that sight reading is the problem...

/is good at being fashionably late?

[hard_talker]

... So most of 'em play by ear, izzat what you're sayin'? [he wanders over to a music stand and snatches up the score]

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler is almost glad that this doesn't have a guitar part. It means he can hide in the very far corner of the room and look horrified at...whatever the hell is going on right now.

Okay, new personal rule: Never leaving the room unless it's a STRICT emergency. He can go to the others and show that he tried the social hobby thing, but it was more traumatising than they lead him to believe]

Is that how music is done in other worlds? Because if it is, I feel really bad for pretty much anyone with working eardrums.

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[cantacquityou]

Not...usually.

-Perhaps I should have taken into consideration that other worlds may have different ways to visually depict sound...-

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[cantacquityou]

Say, you mentioned "other worlds." How are you accustomed to reading music?

[whichwayyoulean]

We have written music in my world, but I never learned it. [After all, music lessons were one of those things deemed by his mother as a 'waste of money we don't have'] I learned it by ear.

[hard_talker]

Heh, trust me, no. .... I'm surprised you actually called it music.

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm using it in the loosest possible definition of the word.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, dear God, her sensitive Elven hearing. D:

She'll just be cringing over here by her harp. The harp she couldn't continue playing for very long because she was too busy covering her ears.]

[cantacquityou]

[Oh, he gets it. Quite a few here with sensitive hearing, after all. Also cringing, he makes a request with the castle (though it cannot be heard over the mess of noise).


Here. Have some headphones.


As the atrocity commences, he gestures to her a suggestion to 'slip them on' over her head.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She nods her thanks (because, let's face it, you couldn't hear her over this mess anyway) and slips them on over her head. It doesn't completely kill the sound, but it dulls it enough to make playing bearable.]

[doublethefun]

[after the 'song' is over and once she stops cringing at the noises emanating from the instruments, there's a curious look at Galadriel's corner of the room. Hay, you kinda look like Queen Elizabeth.]