http://fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] houseofcards_rp2012-06-17 11:08 am

[ota] rocking out

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.

[identity profile] heart-the-art.livejournal.com 2012-06-17 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
She's not quite bored, Sandy's more or less dealing with the fact she has time on her hands for the first time since... well, Glittergate. And she doesn't plan on a nightmare situation like Glittergate again. She simply cannot afford buying gifts to be diplomatic. So she might have been wandering.

Wandering is not being bored. And she looks interested when she peeks her head in, watching Johnny for a moment. Now it's the time to decide if she should be rude and listen unabashedly or listen behind the door with a trace of shame.

She's thinking about it. It might take her a few moments.

[identity profile] heartafterheart.livejournal.com 2012-06-17 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ceiro didn't mind that Johnny failed to notice him. It was, he thought, better that way. He could listen to the music in a way that was completely unguarded.

It was only after he finished that Ceiro raised his hands and clapped softly.

"You've not lost a thing, I see."

[identity profile] onlytolerable.livejournal.com 2012-06-17 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Sophie's finished her next to last stop on her interlibrary loan run, poked her head into Jordan's office to say hi and on her way out when instead she's lured by the sounds of a fiddle playing off in the distance. She follows her ear, at last finding the out of the way room.

Johnny. Of course. A huge smile lights her face as Sophie settles against the door jamb to listen. Where on earth did he learn to play like with such, well, passion? It makes her own attempts seem like mere plinkings of the keys. Johny's is magical.

She says not a word, not wishing to disturb him, until the last notes hang in the air.

"That was amazing. I've never heard anyone play like you before."