[ There isn't much space on a piano bench meant for one, but the stranger manages, turning to bow with a flourish that makes Gustave chuckle and lift his hands to clap them softly together. It's no thunder of applause such as he's heard in this theatre that made it feel as though the roof itself might shake apart, but it drifts clear as each of those notes through the silence, echoing. There's no one else here to join in.
And yet the silence fills, anyway, with a ripple of notes beneath the man's fingers, his dryly sardonic words. He's close, very close, but with the way he's turned towards the keys, Gustave can still only catch glimpses of his face from behind the dark wave of his hair. He can see the straight line of a strong nose, expressive lips that twitch into tiny, self-effacing smiles; the glint of those strange pale eyes.
A mystery, but a beguiling one. ]
It may shock you to learn my opinion on musical ability might not be enough to sway the general populace. You should probably seek out a more distinguished reviewer. Or sometime a degree more skilled with words.
[ He leans forward a little, trying to get a better look at the man's face, his own inquisitive. That smile still plays around his mouth, quirking one corner more than the the other but never disappearing entirely. ]
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Date: 2025-05-22 05:07 pm (UTC)And yet the silence fills, anyway, with a ripple of notes beneath the man's fingers, his dryly sardonic words. He's close, very close, but with the way he's turned towards the keys, Gustave can still only catch glimpses of his face from behind the dark wave of his hair. He can see the straight line of a strong nose, expressive lips that twitch into tiny, self-effacing smiles; the glint of those strange pale eyes.
A mystery, but a beguiling one. ]
It may shock you to learn my opinion on musical ability might not be enough to sway the general populace. You should probably seek out a more distinguished reviewer. Or sometime a degree more skilled with words.
[ He leans forward a little, trying to get a better look at the man's face, his own inquisitive. That smile still plays around his mouth, quirking one corner more than the the other but never disappearing entirely. ]
What's your name?