Claudia Dubois
Piano solo
Sun Mar 5, 2017 17:13

Most of the other students were having their evening meal in the Diner, which is the time Claudia had found best suited for slipping unnoticed into the theatre and playing the piano. Often, but not with any great frequency or regularity, the second year ate a larger meal in the middle of the day, and collected a few light snacks to enjoy in the solitude of her room rather than face the crowds that in the Diner. On those occasions, she would sometimes seat herself just so on the stool, and spend a half an hour, or maybe a little more, playing whatever she felt like. Claudia was by no means proficient, but she had been instructed in music since she was young, and piano playing was often relaxing.

The instrument that was available to use in RMI’s theatre was fairly basic, but serviceable. Claudia’s home had a white gloss baby grand in the recessed library, which even she had to concede was a little pretentious because it really required a much larger space for the acoustics to be effective, but it was attractive and melodic nonetheless. Sometimes her father would enjoy hearing her play, but Claudia liked to practise when nobody was around to hear her. She felt much the same way at school; just because she produced a sound while she was playing, that didn’t necessarily require another person to hear it. Claudia could hear it, and that was enough for her. She would only get nervous whenever she tried to play in front of other people, anyway.

That evening, she was revisiting a tuneful waltz, its melody light with occasional trills that, to Claudia’s ear, sounded quite pretty. There was a song to go with it, but Claudia had never enjoyed singing; she wasn’t good at it, and lyrics had a tendency to be too fanciful for her liking. Her longer fingers skimmed delicately, occasionally clumsily, over the keys. It wasn’t an especially difficult piece and yet she didn’t play it at all faithfully, slurring the most difficult parts and not keeping time as accurately as she would like, but she was playing for herself, not an audience.

Except, apparently, she was playing for an audience. Claudia saw something move out of the corner of her eye, and she stopped playing. She brushed some strands of dark blonde hair back behind her ear, as she was wearing it loose to her shoulders just then, and it had fallen forwards while she’d been playing. She leaned to the side a little to give her a better view of the space concealed by the piano. “Is someone there?” she asked, expecting an answer.

    • Room for an audience? - Holland Keene, Tue Mar 14 15:50
      The play was fast-approaching. Holland’s role was to handle all of the appearance-related bits of tech: costuming, hair, and makeup. At this stage, most of the costuming was finished, barring some... more
      • Room? Yes. - Claudia, Tue Mar 14 17:08
        The someone was Holland, a… person in Danny’s year. Claudia had misunderstood about Holland for a number of years, but then she had only been eight when she’d first been introduced to the concept of... more
        • Then I’d love to join - Holland, Fri Mar 17 10:24
          “Well, you sounded like you were enjoying it,” said Holland. “That makes music sound good.” At least as far as Holland was concerned. They could identify wrong notes in a song they knew well, and... more
          • I suppose you are welcome - Claudia, Sat Mar 18 16:21
            “That makes two of us,” Claudia replied, with the ghost of a smile, when Holland denied being especially musically talented. Playing the piano to meet only her own low standards for musical aptitude... more
            • Don’t mind if I do - Holland, Fri Mar 24 11:37
              Having just heard the second-year playing, Holland categorically disagreed with Claudia’s statement about her musical ability. Claudia wasn’t going to play Carnegie Hall any time soon, but she was... more
              • I've decided I don't mind, either - Claudia, Tue Mar 28 15:36
                The sound of the chair screeching across the floor with no audible spell cast as a warning made Claudia jump. An additional side-effect of her surprise was that when she realised Holland meant to... more
                • I’m glad to hear it - Holland, Mon Apr 3 19:57
                  “I do,” they said, applying the foundation and blending it with a makeup sponge. Holland moved closer to the edge of their chair. It made a squeaking noise that wasn’t quite as offensive as the sound ... more
                  • I Feel Pretty - Claudia, Tue Apr 4 14:53
                    Claudia could see how it might be fun to apply make-up to others. Sort of like artwork, she imagined, except your canvas was a walking, talking expression, that could perhaps compliment you (or... more
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