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Haji ([personal profile] whithersoevergo) wrote2011-09-10 04:38 am

3rd Solo [video]

[The camera is laying on its side, showing Haji, seated near the fountain in the morning light, his cell out and playing the third movement of the Cassadó Cello Suite. It's nearly flawless, save for the section where it's required to manually pluck the strings with his bow-hand, a little difficult when one considers his bandages covering it. Still, he manages, decades of practice compensating for the handicap.

He's gathered a small audience of onlookers, perhaps they're on their way to work, or to play - it is the weekend, after all - and when he's finished, they all clap. Some do it to be polite, but some seem genuinely moved and those individuals toss coins into the open cello case near his feet. To those people, he speaks in his usual, calm voice.]


Thank you for the kind donation. I'm certain it will go far towards the contribution I'm expected towards my lodging. While my [there's a slight pause] brother made it clear that he would take what I could manage in terms of rent, I certain he would not be put out should I come up short and he had reason to evict me. [Pause.] Not that I really believe he would, Saya would not allow it and the one thing we do agree on is that her needs and wishes come first. But the thought would cross his mind at least once, if not more. In fact, he will no doubt be pleased that I have decided to spend today out here, playing for all of you. It gives him more time to devote to her without worry of being interrupted by me, something I understand he must have gotten quite used to before my arrival. Which begs the question, should I call her and invite her to join me for a time? It would be nice to play with her, we could start working on some duets I found and it has been a long time since I've heard her play. But Solomon would no doubt consider it another attempt to keep her away from him when in truth I just miss spending time with her and the music she taught me, without worrying about other things. Perhaps if I invited him to join us? I have no idea if he is musically inclined, but it would be polite and I'm certain Saya would appreciate the effort for her sake. I should call her. But perhaps later, she might like to sleep in later and I don't want to disturb her needlessly. After lunch, I can call her after she's had lunch. [Pause.] I wonder if she received the note I left...

[He keeps talking while his audience walks away, wondering what sort of malady might have afflicted the poor mad musician. In fact, considering his apparent madness a few double or even triple their donations. Haji, for what it's worth, doesn't stop talking until he starts playing again, this time the familiar Prelude from Bach's Cello Suite no. 5.]




[ooc: No Inner Monologue. For a guy who likes to leave a LOT of things unsaid, this should be interesting.]

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[identity profile] sempreadagio.livejournal.com 2011-09-10 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course the music caught Jill's attention initially. She sits in her room listening to the notes with her eyes closed just to enjoy the sounds of the piece, that is until Haji began to talk. She's never heard him say much more than ten words in one string and that's pushing it.]

Have a thing for a girl named Saya, huh? But she's with someone else?

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[identity profile] liveontoday.livejournal.com 2011-09-10 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Wow, he's talking. A lot.

Saya would be more confused if she didn't instantly jump to the conclusion that this must be a curse. And there's the talk of her needs and wishes coming first again - something that drives the woman crazy. Haji was always so seemingly easygoing, she had never considered he thought the same way Solomon seemed to on the topic.

There was a note? While Saya looks for it, she hits reply on her device.]


I'm always be happy to spend time with you, Haji. And to play with you too.

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[identity profile] unweighty.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
--my, someone is talkative today. Is it the change in the seasons? Or perhaps music brings about the chatterbox within you.