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Post by Beck on Mar 1, 2007 21:19:34 GMT -5
From behind closed doors, the crisp sound of Beck's ancient grand piano can be heard throughout the Manor. Starting with somber classical, stepping up tempo to Beck's old blues and jazz classics, and building into rock ballads nobody has heard before, the music fills the house. Every so often, the previously unheard songs stop, occasionally followed by satisfied laughter, more often by profanities, and then starts again until it goes through perfectly.
Meanwhile, the Red Room is being prepared in the far wing of the house.
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Post by Gabriel Theron on Mar 21, 2007 14:41:58 GMT -5
Gabriel follows the sounds of music to the room where Beck sits at his grand piano.
"Your playin is absolutly superb Beck. Love the way you are mixing the feeling of blues with the touch of classical." Smiling at the lovelyness of his playing.
Taking a chair close to where Beck sits playing. "Thank you for allowing an audience whilst you create."
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Post by Beck on Mar 23, 2007 2:05:31 GMT -5
Beck smiles to himself and continues to play and rock back and forth with the rhythm, "Shh." Not another word is spoken until the song is done.
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Post by Gabriel Theron on Mar 23, 2007 14:42:12 GMT -5
Gabriel relaxes into the large chair, closes her eyes and becomes immersed in Beck's beautiful playing.
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Post by Beck on Mar 24, 2007 2:00:43 GMT -5
Finishing the piece, Beck leans back and stretches, "Get all that, guys?" A young voice comes back over a speaker set where sheet music would generally be kept, "Every note, Mr. Östberg, we're converting it to digital as we speak. Is there somebody there with you? I thought you said nobody was allowed to meet you."
"I still have friends, you know. Just think of this as part of my mystique, besides, I thought you said you liked the idea of an anonymous artist."
The voice returns, "What was that she called you? The only Beck I've ever heard of that could play like that died back in..."
"I'm logging off now," Beck cuts in, "We'll pick this up tomorrow night when I get my samples from you. And let's get this done quick, I've got some platinum records to hang... Right?"
"Right you are, Mr. Östberg, we'll get right on it. Have a good..."
Not letting him finish, Beck feels around and flips the switch to the recording and transmitting station mounted next to the bench.
Idly fingering a calm background song with his off hand, "Forgive my curtness, Miss Theron, but there's always ears in Greenwood. After all, this is where the music is." He turns his other hand to the keys and opens into a full classical piece never heard before, "Do you play?"
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Post by Gabriel Theron on Mar 24, 2007 23:53:53 GMT -5
"Sorry about that. Did not realize we were being recorded. For the future when stopping by, what should I call you?" Shifting forward in her chair to watch Beck's hands on the keys.
"No, have always wanted to learn..." Sighing. "My parents said it was not proper for a princess of Turkey to learn such an art. They had my tutors teach me acrobatics instead. Have always loved and had a great appreciation for music and all of the arts."
Smiling to herself wistfully. Then using a her voice tone to convey the emotion behind the words. "Though one day when I rule there, it will be my laws. Perhaps then if you would be so kind you could give me a lesson or two."
"That piece you are playing... it is delightful... did you write it? Have never heard it before tonight."
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Post by Beck on Mar 25, 2007 13:59:11 GMT -5
"Writing it right now, actually. There's appreciating music, and then there's living it. Same goes with power."
Letting that idea sit for a few minutes, Beck finishes the piece and nods, "Probably should have written that down, sounded good. Oh well, one for the ages now I guess."
Closing the keys, his voice becomes slightly less casual, "As for living power, and your intention to rule back in your homeland... You're not planning on starting your conquest here, are you? I'd hate to find that kind of feud and I think you know with whom I would side."
The smile returns to his face, "I have to ask, after all. Vested interests and such. And when you return I would be pleased to play your first court. I'll even dust off my old baðlama for the occasion, and of course I can get you started."
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Post by Stefan Connelly on Mar 27, 2007 20:10:28 GMT -5
A middle-aged man with glasses sporting a subtle brown suit enters the room. Looking around casually, he advances taking in the decor.
He looks upon those gathered, and smiles a quiet personal smile. A smile of secrets known and untold.
In his hand he holds a playing card. To observant eyes it appears to be a two of diamonds. the hand that holds it bears a ruby ring of a dark nature.
Never looking at anyone directly he moves to a seat and sits quietly near but not in a corner, straightening his jacket and the creases in his pants as he does.
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Post by Beck on Mar 28, 2007 0:57:52 GMT -5
Beck turns his ear to the room in the direction of Mr. Connelly, "Someone else there? Not polite to come in without at least saying hi and lettin' me know who it is..."
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Post by Stefan Connelly on Mar 28, 2007 9:56:37 GMT -5
“I am sorry,” the man says after a moment of hesitation, “No offense was intended I am certain.” Standing, he moves a step closer to Beck. “I am Mr. Connelly.”
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Post by Beck on Mar 28, 2007 13:56:18 GMT -5
"Not at all, just didn't see you come in..." He flashes a coy smile in the direction of Gabriel, "Welcome to Greenwood."
With that (and without his own introduction) Beck turns back to the piano, opens the cover, and breaks into a loud and technical blues riff, pounding the keys to drown out any sound in the room for several minutes.
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Post by Stefan Connelly on Mar 28, 2007 18:13:40 GMT -5
"Thank you." He says in a quiet, relaxed voice, and returns to his seat.
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Post by Michele Eisley on Mar 28, 2007 22:06:47 GMT -5
"Scott..." Michele Eisley's voice is heard calling down the hall before she enters the room.
Apon entering the room she sees that Beck is not alone.
"I didn't realise you had company" Michele crosses the room, the patent sound of her stilettos clacking against the marble as she approaches the Piano. She carries a file folder in her hand, which she rests in on the top of the piano before speaking again.
"It's good to hear you play again, Beck. I apoligize I have been so busy recently."
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Post by Gabriel Theron on Mar 28, 2007 23:17:24 GMT -5
Enjoying Becks new change in the music.
Gabriel nods to Mr. Connelly and a gives a smile to Michele Eisley. "Thank you for your help the other evening Michele. It was greatly appreciated."
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Post by Michele Eisley on Mar 28, 2007 23:36:33 GMT -5
Michele waves her hand dismissingly, "Of course...Miss Theron." Still looking as Beck. Suddenly she stops and looks more thoughtfully at Gabriel.
"JJ speaks of you often.. have you two become very close?"
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Post by Beck on Mar 29, 2007 1:21:36 GMT -5
Softening the music, but still playing, Beck shakes his head. "Not that I know of. Last we spoke he didn't seem particularily fond of me. If that's changed, great! Personally, I love the kid, keeps things interesting..." (It seems like there's more to say, but Beck seems to get lost in the rapidly changing music and begins to hum instead of speaking, eventually building up to singing as the song steadies into a single number. However inappropriate, the song he chooses is 'I don't like Mondays' by the Boomtown Rats.)
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Post by Stefan Connelly on Mar 29, 2007 10:19:30 GMT -5
Mr. Connelly looks at Michele and smiles slightly, flipping the card around in his hand. He then pulls an old battered book from his pocket and begins thumbing through it.
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Post by Michele Eisley on Mar 29, 2007 18:34:41 GMT -5
"Oh.. Scott.. I didn't mean you." Michele says jovially, her tone changes slightly as she looks at Gabriel. "I mean't my question for Miss Theron."
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Post by Beck on Mar 29, 2007 20:22:42 GMT -5
Beck sticks his lip out in the most exagerated pout he can muster and seamlessly switches to the saddest music he possibly can... (Think the end credits from the old "Incredible Hulk" series.)
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Post by Michele Eisley on Mar 30, 2007 0:00:08 GMT -5
Michele bends down till her face is next to Beck's head softly she whispers something into his ear, smiles, and straightens. "Come now Miss Theron, I have become very interested in you as of late. As you are such a rising star in this court."
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Post by Gabriel Theron on Mar 30, 2007 1:08:08 GMT -5
Laughing a bit at Beck's comment. "It is nice to know that JJ speaks of me. He and I do make a very good team."
With a pleased smile. "It is good to be able to bring the fortune of my clan up with the rise of this particular star. Will always do my very best for you, and for our clan Michele."
Giving Michele a truly friendly look."Your interests is quite flattering. And please, do call me Gabriel."
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Post by Beck on Mar 30, 2007 1:21:50 GMT -5
After Michele's whisper, Beck breaks from playing and laughs hard. "Oh, that's rich!" He sits grinning for a bit as if thinking of something to say back, then gets back to the keys. The music has gone to classic jazz...
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Post by Michele Eisley on Mar 30, 2007 1:38:37 GMT -5
Michele slides onto the bench next to Beck, "Scott, do you remember the song you wrote in late Novemeber? The one I liked so much? Could you play it for me?"
Michele reaches to the electrical system on the piano and presses a button - a red light on the top turns on.
"Miss Theron, I would never treat you with so little respect to refer to you by your given name. I do hope you understand..." She says gently smiling.
"How is your most recent project coming along?"
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Post by Beck on Mar 30, 2007 1:52:41 GMT -5
Beck smiles and seamlessly fades into the song she mentioned. The blues-rock ballad fills the room with the rich tones of the ancient Steinway grand and the lyrics leave no mystery of his feeligs for the Prince, (although he keeps his voice low so as not to impede conversation).
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Post by Joe Zavilla on Mar 30, 2007 2:32:09 GMT -5
A large well built man warring dress pants, shirt and Tie, overlapped with a Wrestling Mask and white Blazer that looks to have had is arms ripped from the seams, and chains sowing on to the shoulders, strides into the room. "Nice song sounds a little familiar." remarks Joe “Ah The Right and Honorable Prince, Alder Michele Eisley, Marquise of Calgary. How are you on this eave? I would hope that The Most Exulted Marquise Eisley fairs well..." As Joe prattles on with his lengthy titles he makes an, all too exaggerated, bough. Then stands and looks to the man sitting at the piano. "Beck, you'll never guess whose back in town!"
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