And Today Was a Day Just Like Any Other... [Open!]

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

"Dammit. 'I am aware I've been misled…'" Hunter sings quickly, tapping out a chord progression on the keyboard. He's been staring at a piano sitting in the middle of a practice room, racking his brains for the next notes, for about five minutes now. "Oh. It was a B-flat." he mutters, moving through a short section of the song at a much slower pace.

"And... from the top. Again.

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge
Of unraveling with every word
With every word you say, make me believe
That I won't feel your tires on the street
As I'm finding the words, you're getting away

I come undone, oh yes I do
Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you
And every word you say, say something sweet
Because all I taste is blood between my teeth
As I'm finding the words, you're getting away..."

Hunter doesn't harbor any secret dreams of being a rockstar, and he certainly wouldn't immediately stop playing if someone accidentally walked in on him. Nope, not him.

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[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

Someone does, indeed, walk in on him.

But she's a very quiet someone. It might be entirely possible to miss her until—if she has the chance—she smoothly joins in on the singing, voice soft and bell-like but somehow keeping up with the song well despite never hearing the song before.

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Hunter does not, in fact, notice Roxie until she starts singing along. As intently focused on the piano as he was, he probably wouldn't have even noticed that if her voice hadn't been so different from his.

"'I am aware I've been misled
I disconnect my heart and my hea--' hi." Hunter stammers, hands faltering on the keyboard.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

Roxie's voice cuts out a moment later, and she watches Hunter silently for a few long seconds before she finally speaks up.

"Hello. It's a nice song."

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

"It'd be better if I could remember the song." Hunter says with a frown. "It's been too long since I've played it."

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"Have you tried memory exercises? There are a number of ways to recover things half-forgotten."

She shuffles forward to inspect the keyboard.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

Slobo snuck in slowly. He didn't want to interrupt Hunter's singing. Yet.

Slightly behind and to the left of Hunter, a drum set fizzled into being. Slo slowly made his way to it, sitting down, and began adding a backbeat to Hunter's song softly.

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Hunter notices that backbeat, Slobo, and it's one of the reasons he cuts off mid-line.

"Well I'm ready, I'm ready to drop
Oh, oh-- oh, didn't realize someone was in here. Sorry."

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"Hey, man, don't stop!" Slobo said as he silenced the high hat. "I was jus' gettin' inta it. Though somethin' faster would be cool."

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

"... all right." Hunter says, thinking for a second before launching into a heavily adapted version of this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-ipX_K5Xso&feature=related) song. Unexpected genre shift? Yes, indeedy.

"'Love me cancerously, like a salt-sore soaked in the sea
High-maintenance means you're a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean.
Kill me romantically..."

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

Slobo's grin returns as he provides a good backbeat.

"Yeah, this is a bit more my thing..." He says happily as he keeps up the beat. "If only we had a bassist er guitar player, we'd be rockin' the house!"

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

When you can read minds, recorded music has nothing on a live performance. In addition to just hearing the piece, you can hear how the piece should sound, how the musician envisions it purely in their mind.

Then again, it makes any discrepancies between the two all the more noticeable. Satori leans against the doorway and listens quietly, waiting for him to finish a playthrough before speaking.

"Not perfect, but certainly better than I'm capable of."

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

"Um... thank you?" Hunter says, giving the purple-haired girl in the doorway a skeptical look. He's certainly no Andrew McMahon, but he's a decent pianist and a good singer.