[ota] rocking out

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Johnny can be found, playing for himself, in one of the emptier rooms in Heart Castle with very good acoustics.

So if you hear the sounds of Sweet Child 'o Mine as played on fiddle echoing down the halls, it's just him.

He's so engrossed in the music, he might not notice right away if he attracts an audience.

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"Well... not as horrible as I used to think of them." What she wouldn't do for her mother to tell stories once more.

Because knowing that someone watched and cared isn't a horrible feeling at all. If she only knew what Johnny didn't.

"Nothing wrong with that, I'm told to draw pretty pictures for the most part." There's a head tilt as she becomes more interested, "He's got a theme song? His very own theme song and he won't let you play it?"

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He's not sure if he wants to ask why there's a 'used to think of them' in there so he kind of...just skates on past that and nods instead about Ceiro.

"Oh yeah. I mean, I wrote it one night. And I might have been drunk at the time. But it was awesome. And he totally helped."

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"I think everyone does their best work drunk. But not too drunk. There is such a fine line between those two states. So you wrote the music and he composed the lyrics, then?"

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He held his hand out, palm parallel to the floor and wavered it a little, "more or less. Some of the words were mine. I'll play it for you sometime."

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"Can sometime be now?" She can be patient, she truly can. But she'd love to hear something composed for his Majesty. She thinks it might be light, warm, and gentle jovial tone.

Mun isn't that clever, just pretend it's awesome

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"If....you want to?"

He shrugs, considering. "Not sure I remember all the words..." But he can hum to himself a moment before starting into the music itself.

I will.

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"I would but... if you ever don't want to, it's okay." She gives him an assuring smile, "Sometimes this stuff can't be called on whim."

If music is anything like art, it can be so hard to quietly lure it out to do your bidding.

But once he begins to play, she gently begins to clap along with him, trying to hum to the beat. The music is just as lovely as it was for the cover, if not better.

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He's smiling as he plays.

Sometimes stuff can't be called on a whim but you know...sometimes it can.

And he'll give a bow with a flourish when he finishes.

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She claps enthusiastically and makes a silent mark on her leger. Another person owned for a gift, she likes returning favors some way or some how. "Did you go to Juillard?" Whoops, not considering the fact Johnny might be Deckborn, "Or did you have a tutor while growing up?"

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Since he's now busy putting his violin away, it makes it difficult for her to see the expression on his face. Which is a good thing.

"Juilliard is like college, right?" That'd be a no. "And no, can't say I did."