Title: Solace
Author: Neme
Blood Type: Whichever kind sparkles the most.
Fandom: Gravitation
Disclaimer: Gravitation is not owned by me in any way, shape or form. It's boring because I'm too tired to be quirky.
Warnings: Don't see Catwoman. It's apparently a horrible movie.
Author's Notes: Comments? Criticism? I'm feeling masochistic. Be sure to tell me where to stick it.
It's been a while since I've come down here. The keys are neglected, dusty. I question whether I've sold my soul to become famous. It's not like I really had a choice in the matter. Blood is thicker than water – or, in this case, piano wire. A quick scale proves that it I has /I been too long. It's discordant and reminds me of Shindou-san's voice after he and Eiri-san have been fighting. Guilt washes over me. I should have been taking better care of you, but the tours and promotional outings, combined with Shindou-san's propensity toward mental breakdowns...well, there just never seems to be enough time. Then there are the arrangements, problems with the lyrics, fights over the tracks...
I guess that's why I'm here, seeking solace in you once again, because today was no different from all the rest. Shindou-san and Eiri-san fought again. Or something. Why can't they keep their angst to themselves? It's not that I'm pretentious, although I let people believe what they want. Well...maybe I am. A bit. Those Seguchi genes that keep me above the proletariat. So aristocratic. I sometimes wonder these behaviors that I display are inherent in my genes or if I've learned them from my cousin, the same way I learned how to play the piano.
The tools feel good in my hands. The sweet complexity of returning you to your former glory is both daunting and adrenaline inducing. Like riding a bike, I'll never forget how to tune you to my liking. It's thrilling to play something that has a I soul /I . Everything in the studio is digital -- even the soundboards. But Bad Luck's musical style is not my choice. Beethoven. Chopin. Rachmaninov. Beautiful pieces with heart and emotion. Tuned, you'll be my escape from the monotony of syncopated beats and manufactured drum tracks.
Funny. Shindou-san is always saying that I'm cold and heartless. He's right -- but it's his music that makes me that way.