Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or LPA. These are just drabbles I come up with based on roleplays on Tumblr etc.
Silver has his violin case on his bed, pondering whether or not to actually play. It was open and his violin was ready for practice. Slowly, he stands up and brings it up to his chin, bow resting on the strings.
He hasn't played this instrument (fondly dubbed Argento) in two years, so how was he supposed to play this piece? His skills weren't up to par since the then…would this piece be ready in time? Well, what Silver was really afraid of was the fact that he wouldn't be able to play the violin, let alone the piece. He felt that he had defiled this instrument by leaving it under his bed for all those years to gather dust.
But Gold has always been stubborn in his beliefs and held an air of superiority in regards to his opinions, so someone had to show him up one time or another.
Letting out a long breath, Silver starts to play the first few measures, albeit a bit slowly. Rhythm was key in jazz, but it had to seem like it was improvised. The music flowed; it had no confinements in the genre of jazz.
The song itself seemed complicated, but it was all basics: sliding, grace notes, rationing the bow, vibrato. The position was mostly in first, sometimes in third. But Silver was rustier from before and his fingers didn't move as fast.
Sighing, he stops and lets the violin and the bow hang at his sides as his eyes scan the notes. It frustrated him being back at this level. He had improved so much for one who started late. But school was definitely one reason why he had stopped.
The redhead brings the instrument back up and starts to play his scales. The warm-ups were helping; his fingers gradually adjust and start to fly faster along the fingerboard. After playing his c# minor scale (jesus, he really needed to work on that one), he feels ready and tackles the piece.
"Yeah, the violin's great an' all, but man, I'm sure it can't do everythin'." Gold drawls as he leans on the headboard of his bed. His eyes are closed as he drums his stomach in time with the song coming out of the radio. "I mean, all ya do with it is classical stuff, right? What's the fun in that?"
Silver gives a small smile as he puts on the shoulder rest, "The violin can do more than that." Grabbing the cleaning cloth from the case, he wipes away the white trail of rosin between the bridge and fingerboard.
The other boy snorts, "Yeah, sure, but can't make this beautiful noise."
Both of them stay silent as they listen to the jazz singer croon along with the saxophone in the background.
His gray eyes flash in evil amusement. Silver starts rosining his bow and gives a nonchalant, "Are you sure?"
Gold opens one eye, a smirk slowly spread across his face. "Is that a challenge?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"What I'm sayin' is that you can't play jazz on yer violin."
Then Silver stands up, placing the violin under his chin and the bow on the strings. Seeing that his friend was serious, Gold pushes himself up and sits cross-legged on his bed.
"Don't cry when you lose."
"I won't," Silver smirks and presses the play button on the CD player.
Then he slides into the song.
Gold watches as Silver moves along with the music. The bow glides effortlessly over the strings, his eyes closed, head moving with the piece. His pale fingers move frantically and stop as quickly as they move. They fly all over the fingerboard and pause to wriggle out a vibrato, giving a full sound to the held note. The song itself had a happy, romantic beat to it, but at the same time, seemed longing, tortured.
And before Silver knows it, the song is finished, the last note dying away with the cymbal roll.
He opens his eyes to see Gold, with a raised brow.
"Well?"
The raven-haired teen goes up to Silver and drapes an arm around his shoulder. "Well buddy, mark this as the first day in hist'ry when Gold was proved wrong."
Silver grins, "I will."
Author's Note: If you want to listen to the song, it's on youtube. Just add this /watch?v=IprPq6eGxAU