[The pace varies more than it should, slowing slightly where he may be uncertain, and he knows it sounds good. This piano may have dust and some neglect, but it's performing well. He's satisfied with the music that jumps at his fingertips until his left hand decides to do its usual cramping. Regardless, he pushes through it. His rendition of "Four Seasons" repeats in Bass chords and ties it all off at the end.
This song is only easy for him because it has so much repetition, and he follows it easily, walking his fingers up and down the keys with practiced familiarity. But when he hits notes that are similar between the songs, he can throw that bass back in. He remembers his first owner pointing out to him that he didn't tend to gravitate to Italian songs, despite that being where he was from. Can't beat a classic like Beethoven. No matter the culture, the music speaks to everyone.
And for a moment, he's back in the luxurious floor in the Golden City, the older man who purchased him setting roses down right where the sheet music would be. Gokudera blinks pain and the song changes again to something reminiscent of Debussy's "Claire de lune". Him playing a piano in a bar... and then him sitting at an oceanside picnic with someone he couldn't love, and then he's back at the piano and remembering that everyone leaves him, that he's left a lot of them too. He sighs, accepting that he'll have to focus on enjoying every moment he has while he's here.
He's a free man, now, after all. Takeshi would want him to be happy. He'll wait for him. The song ends, the last note drifting off as he slides his finger off, then rubs his left hand.]
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This song is only easy for him because it has so much repetition, and he follows it easily, walking his fingers up and down the keys with practiced familiarity. But when he hits notes that are similar between the songs, he can throw that bass back in. He remembers his first owner pointing out to him that he didn't tend to gravitate to Italian songs, despite that being where he was from. Can't beat a classic like Beethoven. No matter the culture, the music speaks to everyone.
And for a moment, he's back in the luxurious floor in the Golden City, the older man who purchased him setting roses down right where the sheet music would be. Gokudera blinks pain and the song changes again to something reminiscent of Debussy's "Claire de lune". Him playing a piano in a bar... and then him sitting at an oceanside picnic with someone he couldn't love, and then he's back at the piano and remembering that everyone leaves him, that he's left a lot of them too. He sighs, accepting that he'll have to focus on enjoying every moment he has while he's here.
He's a free man, now, after all. Takeshi would want him to be happy. He'll wait for him. The song ends, the last note drifting off as he slides his finger off, then rubs his left hand.]