Post by letsplaysurgeryx on Aug 13, 2008 0:56:55 GMT -5
"I don't mind the spot light too much," he laughed thick in his English accent in regards to her not so stage shy, "I can be quite the attention seeker at time to be honest..." he said half smirking, just waiting for his truly geeked self to trip or something with that brilliant comment.
But he quit his fake bragging, or was it really gloating after all more than truth he didn't know, it was truth up until recently, he'd been very much trying to hide anything about him recently, but on stage he would admit, attention whore. Either way, he quit his gloating and replaced it with a blush from her wave of compliments again, he really couldn't take compliments in a bighead manner, he knew he was talented, but, he always found imperfections in most of his work, the 'piece' she'd heard he heard no imperfections, only because it wasn't at all planned, so it was perfectly.. imperfect, and random, but it worked. Now, he didn;t remember anything his fingers had just done, but was sure he could do something just as extraordinary at another given moment when the chances were right. Never could he actually will himself to sit down and just twiddle to make something good like he had done, it came as a spur once in a while. Most other times he's sit, and have to mess around a bit before a tune struck him that he'd write down in notes.
"Long lost twin, eh?" he said amused, "You'd be surprised how many odd genes you have then!" he raised his eyes brows grinning, "Of course my mother was a blonde, if thats you're natural, stunning, might I add, colour. And the musical influences definitely from Father..." he nodded jokingly, "Now are you 17 years of age and were born on the fateful sixth of February?," he laughed fooling around, "Then we'll know for certain."
But he quit his fake bragging, or was it really gloating after all more than truth he didn't know, it was truth up until recently, he'd been very much trying to hide anything about him recently, but on stage he would admit, attention whore. Either way, he quit his gloating and replaced it with a blush from her wave of compliments again, he really couldn't take compliments in a bighead manner, he knew he was talented, but, he always found imperfections in most of his work, the 'piece' she'd heard he heard no imperfections, only because it wasn't at all planned, so it was perfectly.. imperfect, and random, but it worked. Now, he didn;t remember anything his fingers had just done, but was sure he could do something just as extraordinary at another given moment when the chances were right. Never could he actually will himself to sit down and just twiddle to make something good like he had done, it came as a spur once in a while. Most other times he's sit, and have to mess around a bit before a tune struck him that he'd write down in notes.
"Long lost twin, eh?" he said amused, "You'd be surprised how many odd genes you have then!" he raised his eyes brows grinning, "Of course my mother was a blonde, if thats you're natural, stunning, might I add, colour. And the musical influences definitely from Father..." he nodded jokingly, "Now are you 17 years of age and were born on the fateful sixth of February?," he laughed fooling around, "Then we'll know for certain."
