Donegal Town Ireland (Invite Only)

[lucyloo]

She looked up as soon as she heard Morgan’s voice. Was she embarrassed? Yes. She didn’t know anyone was there, but she was happy that he liked what she was playing. “Thanks. It didn’t take me that long to learn, actually. Things just sort of, stick with me.” She smiled softly and noticed his guitar that he was still holding. Ironically, that was the only instrument that she never took out time to learn. She just thought that it wouldn’t be as entertaining as the piano or something else. She was right, but then again she was wrong. Just a matter of opinion, I guess. .

She shook her head slightly while pressing her finger accidentally on a key. “You just surprised me, is all. I’m really glad you like it, though.” She placed her hands on her lap, attempting to refrain herself from making another un necessary note echo throughout the room. Casual? Well, of course she didn’t expect him to be all dressed up just to walk around his house. She wasn’t that kind of person either. She would stay in a pair of sweatpants and an oversize t-shirt all day, if she could. She laughed slightly at the thought, that was mostly what she did anyways. When she was back at ‘home’ she wouldn’t wake up until late afternoon, only to be awake for take out and to write some more music. It wasn’t the perfect lifestyle, but she was happy with it.

She maneuvered herself to the opposing side of the bench, allowing some room for him to sit as well. She loved seeing other people create music, even if it was random notes off the top of their head. “I’d much rather hear you play, even if it is some simple songs. If you don’t mind, that is.” She didn’t like flaunting herself in front of other people. Ironic how that was practically what she did for a living. But, she didn’t feel like it was needed especially at this time. Music was what really told her the most about a person. Whether that was a good thing, or not.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan appraised Lucy as she spoke. She seemed to mean what she said, which was good. he hated to intrude unintentionally. He settled onto the bench when she made room and grinned. It was a regular size piano bench, but they were both pretty thin and two could always sit comfortably there anyhow. He remembered lessons with his father, he had quit way too young. He absently strummed the guitar, a simple Gibson Hummingbird. He really wished he would have found that Dove that time in the shop. But this was his favorite guitar.

He looked at Lucy again. So you play just for fun? He hoped it wasn't as stupid a question as it had sounded when it fell from his lips. He fiddled with tuning his guitar, but gave up quickly messing with it too much would just knock it out of tune. I just play for fun, I mean just because I like to...no one ever said they wanted to hear me play really, and I would never make it as a guitarist in a band, especially now...although the hours for concerts seem to work well at nights. He chuckled as he joked, which was all it was; a joke.

His fingers absently began picking out Danny Boy again, it was an old favorite and a version he had modified himself, rewrote to hit the high A that the song really needed. He could sing it to, in proper Irish brogue...but he rarely ever did and then only to himself. When he found himself idly humming along he began to consciously pick out another song. His fingers picked out a few riffs from various songs he knew, mostly old metal. Metallica, and ACDC, mostly. But then his fingers paused and he grinned.

He held the guitar casually and began to strum the opening chords, he knew his voice was no Robert Plant, yet he softly sang the verses and chorus along with his playing...There's a Lady that's sure, all that glitters is gold.... It was a great classic Rock song, Led Zepplin Stairway to Heaven.

[lucyloo]

She nodded. “Mostly.” She never did use a piano for any pieces of music. Even though she wanted to, it wasn’t the same forte that she was into with her music. But, that didn’t mean that she didn’t love the instrument itself. She watched as he fiddled with his guitar strings, trying to get them in tune. Yet another thing that she could never do with any instrument. If it was out of tune, she would have to get someone else to do it, if not, she would end up making it worse than it was before. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to do it, she just didn’t have the patience to make sure it was ‘just so’.

She silently laughed at his joke. She didn’t want to seem like she was ‘pity laughing’. Although, she did that a lot, to her manager and people who attempted to be funny, but failed miserably. But, the hours do work. She laughed again, funny how she never really noticed it before.

She stopped making any movements or noises when he began to play. She didn’t really recognize the song, some of the melody she remembered from somewhere, but not the entire section he was playing. She shifted slightly when he stopped plucking the tune and began on another. She knew this one. She loved this song. A smile exploded onto her face as soon as the words began to fall into their place.

She hummed along, even though her soprano voice was too high for the song itself, she thought it gave it a ‘eerie’ feeling to it. He did play very well. She didn’t think he gave himself enough credit. Then again, people are harsher on themselves, than on other people.

She soon enough couldn’t keep the lyrics inside her mind anymore and began pouring them out of her larynx. “There's a feeling I get When I look to the west and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees. And the voices of those who stand looking And it makes me wonder.” Damn, her voice really was too high for that song.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan grinned as she joined in, her voice was ethereal and against his added a ringing quality that made the meloncholy song otherworldly. It was perfect for the present audience. He thought to tell her how they should make a copy just for themselves and play it to recall this evening. He enjoyed how their voices wove together and changed the song.

Really makes me wonder, ..... And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune; Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn; for those who stand long; And the forests will echo with laughter. The music shifted there and became faster and a different beat. He played with feeling a huge grin on his face as he enjoyed playing and singing with her.

He had never before felt so at ease with his music, her rich high voice was what the song needed to make it his own and not just a copy of Led Zep. He put more emotion into playing and strummed the chorus, letting her carry it the next time through alone. He moved his head in time to the beat and his grin was wide and honest. He was really enjoying this impromptu musical interlude. He really had been away from his guitar for too long. He could imagine his mother finally smiling as she looked down on what her son had done with his life. He had turned back to the things that brought her joy and this had rekindled his own joy in the instrument.

They were reaching the endof the song now. His voice had grown stronger as they sang together. now they headed to the end, And as we wind on down the road; Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know;
Who shines white light and wants to show... He let his voice grow softer, as the music would be soon in the next couple of lines. until finally it ended with the plaintive cry "and she's buying the stairway to Heaven."

It was a great classic rock song, and he enjoyed playing it, he had actually forgotten how much he enjoyed playing. He vowed to take his guitars to Romania with him when he left. Atthe least he would have something to occupy his time if he needed an escape for a bit.

The song ended and he looked over at Lucy, You have no idea how much I enjoyed that, Lucy. Thank you.

[lucyloo]

The song had finished, but the ringing of the last note played on his guitar remained in her ears. The echoing of the lyrics played back in her mind, as well. She took music to heart. It was always there for her when people, simply couldn’t be. It was there when her father committed the heinous crime, sending her some sort of reassuring comfort. Yes, her pets did mean a lot to her, but they couldn’t spit out some words that related to her situation. It was hard, not having anyone to rely on. She sighed, but perked up slightly when he thanked her.

“You‘re welcome Morgan. I enjoyed it too.” No lies. He had, amazing talent, that was obvious. She never really sat down, one on one, with someone else and played music. All she did was do it for a profession. Not to say that she hated it, she just never had the chance to relax and do a cover of a song that she loved. She pulled her legs up, tucking her feet under her body, making the illusion that she was somewhat taller. She did that often, sometimes without even realizing that she did it, if that was even possible.

Her fingers crept their way to the keys, out of habit. She always did that when an instrument was around, whether she knew how to play it or not, she still wanted to touch it. Put her hands on it, the way she would if she actually knew how to play it. She ran the thought through her mind, of hot cross buns. She laughed at the thought, it was an easy piece, most children learned it in elementary school. Her fingers tapped out the verses, and she hummed the tune along.

She finished the mediocre piece and turned her attention to Morgan, once more. “I really should be the one thanking you. For letting me stay here, for letting me play your piano. All of it is wonderful.”

Word Count: 340
Listened to: Eurythmics muwhaha.
and?: Tralala.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan looked at Lucy as he finished playing. His face was curved in a smile and he felt bouyant. The weight of the music tribute to his mother earlier was completely gone now and he felt free. Music had once again become a thing of beauty and a freedom for him. Yet Lucy sat there watching him. Her fingers moved as his often did; absently as if caressing the instrument, no conscious thought or action in the moment. She was curled upon herself and was more presently there in doing so. She was truely an enigma.

He watched as her aimless playing became more centered and a child's song began to play. One of the many he'd been forced to learn at his mother's side. His smile widened at the flood of happier memories that came unbidden to him. He closed his eyes to hold them, it seemed everything was clearer here now; in this new life and in this new body. He would be able to recall these memories any time he wanted to now that Lucy had helped him recall them.

And then she was thanking him. Lucy, you are always welcome here. Ever you find yourself roaming my country again you must promise to come calling. Even if I am not here your name will gain you entrance to my home and the suite you have now shall be yours. I will even take the joy of purchasing new clothing for the armoires. He loved to shop and this was actually a joy for him; a chance to have a reason to buy new things for the room. You cannot know the weight you have helped me lift today, just for being yourself and allowing me to be mine. I can find joy in music again, and I can rest my Mother's memory in peace. I am playing my guitar, and I have a new friend. The small exchange of lodgings is nothing in the face of what you have given me, dear Lucy! He had slipped into formal address without thinking about it, but his words were truely spoken and heartfelt.

[lucyloo]

She smiled as he thanked her yet again. She wasn’t used to this kind of praise, let alone she hadn’t done anything to deserve it before. He didn’t have to thank her, though. Or anything of the sorts. The only thing that she had done was make his inner being show itself. Metaphors really were her life. Being herself? Oh, that was what she did everyday, there wasn’t a day that she held anything back in her mind, or kept herself from doing what she wanted to.

The thought ran across her mind, she needed another cigarette. Lucy knew better than to barge her personal habits into someone else’s home, though. She would have to put up with her ‘imaginary’ craving. She, in turn, had to keep her hands busy. She began fiddling, with the bottom of her shirt, the hem of her jeans, practically anything that she could get her hands on, to keep them busy.

“I’ll be sure to stop by again, Morgan. If I can’t come out here, I’ll see if I can fly you out to New York. Sound alright?” She hoped it did, she really wanted to come back here. But then again, she was a working woman, and sometimes, her personal plans, didn’t agree with her professional ones. Even though she was here today on a professional basis, she didn’t always get this opportunity.

She folded her legs out from under her. Did she have ADHD? Probably. She hadn’t been to a doctor in, god knows how many years ago. She laughed at the thought. What would they think if she went into a doctor’s office and checked her pulse, and she had none. But yet she was still ‘living’. Her laughing trailed off with a sigh, following gazes around the room. It really was amazing. She thought that she was smothering the room with compliments, but it deserved them.

She started wondering about Morgan’s mother. She knew it was none of her business, but if she was capable of making, or doing, all of this. Then she must be something wonderful.

word count: 354
Listened to: Otep
And?: excuse the font colors, I keep messing around with them, apparently.