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[asoutcastshear]

[Erik is forgoing broadcasting his playing this time. It's an attempt to curtail the number of people that would come nosing around. But that doesn't mean Erik is done mourning. Not by a long shot. Not only was Chrissie the woman he loved, but she was also his muse. Without her...well he hasn't be able to write anything and that's just...wrong. After all, stalking Raoul is only entertaining for so long.

He plays quietly, something old and from another world.]

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[asoutcastshear]

[Erik plays the final notes of the song and turns to look at Anna thoughtfully. She has a lot of potential.]

Your voice. It has a different quality. It is rich, exotic. Something I have never heard before. Impressive.

[tigressina.livejournal.com]

[She pressed the pads of her fingers against her throat as the last few notes trailed off. It had been a long time since she had sang.]

Ah...thank you. That is very kind.

[She offers the paper back to him.]

[asoutcastshear]

[He waves a hand.]

Keep it. [He has plenty of copies.]

I would like to offer you training. To improve your singing. I believe you have potential that should not be wasted.

sup made o fail over here

[tigressina.livejournal.com]

[She draws her hand back, glancing down at the paper still in her hand.]

Merci. [He seemed to know the French, so she stuck with that.]

...You--

[Anna has never had a chance to have formal training before, and to have someone suddenly just...offer it to her is unheard of.]

Truly? You would...teach me?

<3

[asoutcastshear]

I would.

[It would keep him occupied at least, having a student again. But don't get no ideas. This is strictly professional /snrk >B|]

You have talent.

[He doesn't say that of everyone. He must really believe it.]

[tigressina.livejournal.com]

[Anna is stunned, but not stupid enough to say no..]

I...I would like that, oui.

...Very much.

/loves on this icon

[asoutcastshear]

Then consider it done.

[He turns to look at her, studies her intently for a moment. Her voice is of a different quality than Christine's. It was foreign, exotic He couldn't treat her like he treated Christine.

After a moment, a look crossed Erik's face. What is that look? Why it's inspiration. He's finally feeling inspired. Congratulations Anna! He turns back without a word and lifts his quill to begin composing promptly. Anna may stay if she's curious. Or go. Erik probably won't notice.]

those liiiiips

[tigressina.livejournal.com]

[Of course she's curious. So, she'll sit on the edge of the piano bench, watching him carefully.]

Seriously

[asoutcastshear]

[It takes him a moment to realize she's sitting next to him, but when he does, he moves over and makes room for her. But she won't see what he's composing until it's done.]

[tigressina.livejournal.com]

[She's alright with that. She'll just splay her fingers across the keys and play something light (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0h7UJgVZGk).]

[asoutcastshear]

[Erik stops a moment to listen to her play.]

Lovely. [It is muttered under his breath, not truly meant to be heard by her. Still, the piece he's composing is done. It's short and very simple. But for a first lesson? It's perfect. When her song is finished, he puts the piece in front of them and begins to play.]

Listen, feel the music.

[And then he'll let you sing.]

[tigressina.livejournal.com]

[She leans forward to look at it as her hands fall away. This is something she can do, and after sight reading it in her mind once, she sings it aloud for him, voice dancing along in time with the melody he plays.]

[asoutcastshear]

[He listens to her sing and stops playing partway through the song. He stands, moves to the other side of the bench and offers her a hand.]

Stand up. I want to show you something.

idk how I missed this 8o

[tigressina.livejournal.com]

[The mane gets a wary eye - anyone wearing a mask and so freely offering her something she's always dreamed of is someone certainly to be suspected, but she is pretty confident that should the need arise, she could tear him to pieces.

So, she takes his hand, and gets to her feet.]

S'all good bb

[asoutcastshear]

[With her hand in his, he turns her until her back is facing him. His hands are light and brush against her abdomen as he explains a breathing technique. Don't question it, Anna. Just roll with it. With that done, he steps back and returns to the bench.]

Now, try it.

[And he plays the song again]