[ The song comes on a few seconds before plops down, pulling her stool up as piano is accompanied by a very familiar voice. She freezes, turning her head to look befuddled at him. That's her song! Her brain might be telling her that this isn't the first time (or place) she's heard her stuff playing, but good luck getting through the loud keysmashing taking place in her brain.
...
But she hears him loud and clear, which is why she turns her head toward him, visibly flustered. There are other places playing her music?! That... weirdly makes sense, but at the same time, she's a bit dumbfounded. ]
Ah, yeah. Right. I'm glad they like my stuff enough to play it. Still feels really weird, though.
no subject
...
But she hears him loud and clear, which is why she turns her head toward him, visibly flustered. There are other places playing her music?! That... weirdly makes sense, but at the same time, she's a bit dumbfounded. ]
Ah, yeah. Right. I'm glad they like my stuff enough to play it. Still feels really weird, though.
[ Maybe her own music will drown her out. ]