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Post by Delta Ivey on Apr 29, 2019 5:22:22 GMT -4
sometimes you want to go WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME
Obviously, Delta wanted a smooth start to her long planned Music Night, so the four armed bartender had been quite careful in her selection for the opening act. Which coincided quite well with the wishes of an employee by the name of Takumi, who desired to finish his performance early and get some work done throughout the night! His skills were suited to getting the performances of the ground with a smooth start, after all, what was smoother than the sensual, superb sounds of the saxophone? So it was this, that Takumi would be opening the night, under his excellent stage name! To introduce this first act, Delta would take the stage once again, right after giving Takumi a heads up and good luck while he waited in the side room or close to the stage, whichever he preferred. Still clad in her wonderful red dress, Delta waltzed Into the stage and right for the mic. Behind her, the stage had been all set for this first act. “Hello, hello, lovelies!” Delta announced, grabbing the attention of the crowd as she gestured outward with all four of her limbs. “It’s about time we began proper, no? With our first act of the night!” Proper showmanship was due, as Delta nodded towards Takumi and gestured enthusiastically as she introduced him. “I’m sure you’ve had about enough introductions of myself, so it’s about time I introduced you all to the first of tonight’s performers! Fourth Corner’s very own sultan of the sax, here to bring you a smooth start to this most sensational of evenings, I present: Smooth Tokyo!” Applause would punctuate the approach of Takumi and his compatriots to the stage, as Delta stepped aside and off the stage, allowing Takumj the mic if he wished to say anything, or otherwise, just begin! Either way, ‘‘twas now in his hands, to start off the evening’s performances! Dear performer, this act is now in your hands!- The performer will post after this introductory post, to begin their performance - From there, they will give a window for spectators to post (i.e. 48 hours) after which the performer is expected to post again! - This repeats until the performance is done! - Dear performers, please, choose a posting window that suits your own posting habits - And most importantly... Have fun!0000 WORDS |
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Post by Takumi Fujimoto on Apr 29, 2019 6:12:48 GMT -4
Sitting in the back storage room that Delta had temporarily repurposed as a pseudo dressing/prep room for all the acts scheduled to perform that night, Takumi was feeling his heart race as he drew closer to his three band mates, all of whom were friends from his school back home in Karuizawa that had been gracious enough to give up their free time to travel all the way to Mustafa and play with Takumi. Strangely enough, it wasn't necessarily that Takumi was feeling a lack of confidence or anything like that; he was quite confident in his ability to play the saxophone along with his friends' respective musical talents. Takumi had never really been on stage in this type of performance setting before, as all his previous performances had just been school recitals for all the parents to spend a Friday night watching and video recording to never watch again. Eventually, with The Fourth Corner becoming more crowded and the night getting started, Delta decided to get the event started and gave Takumi the first time slot of the evening. Setting up all of their gear on stage wouldn't be too arduous of a task, with the drum set taking up the most time at a couple of minutes with everyone helping out, but an upright bass, a keyboard, and a small saxophone were all things that each individual playing them could bring up on stage with no help in a matter of seconds and be ready to get started. Once Takumi and his three friends were on stage, Delta would draw the attention of the crowd, nearly all eyes being fixated upon the beautiful four armed woman perfectly framed in a stunning red dress and a wonderfully unique eye patch to match. Takumi was dressed in a manner he considered quite classy and appropriate for this sort of gig, a well fitting plaid three piece suit with a fedora of matching fabric and design, but his key accessory would be large sunglasses that, on the surface, were intended to add to the cool smooth jazz aesthetic but were really being worn to act as a sort of barrier to hide behind and help deal with stage fright. Takumi stood front in center, beside the microphone being used by Delta, and behind him slightly to the right from the audience's perspective would be similarly aged girl being dwarfed by her bass. On the other side, facing Takumi from right behind Delta was a skinny lad of the same age with his keyboard also facing the center of the stage rather than looking out towards the audience. Hidden from the line of site from most of the audience by the keyboard playing boy was a more athletic looking boy with shorter hair sitting behind a simple drum set. Delta finished up her own smooth talk in order to introduce Takumi and his friends, playing under the name of Smooth Tokyo, and then gave the spot light and microphone privileges over to him. With his saxophone dangling from the strap around his neck, Takumi took a step forward and leaned his face into the microphone while tipping the body of his instrument down and away from the microphone stand. He then tried to clear his throat before speaking in a deep voice that most people would probably be able to tell was being faked and not how Takumi's voice sounded when he spoke normally. "Hello, ladies and gentleman. Thank you all for coming out tonight. Now please, settle in, get cozy, and enjoy your time with us...As he stepped back and pulled away from the microphone, Takumi internally dreaded how goofy he thought he sounded while trying to sound cool and jazzy during his self introduction. He pulled the top end of his saxophone's body back up and brought the mouthpiece up to his neck before twisting his body and glancing back to the rest of his friends. His eyes would dart quickly to the keyboard player, then to the drummer, and finally to the bassist as he gave them each a short nod before stepping back to fully face the crowd. Takumi gracefully lifted his horn another two inches and slipped the mouth piece between his lips, curling his bottom lip back over his teeth and letting the reed rest on the cushion of his pulled back lip while his top lip dropped to form a seal around the apparatus. Unless there was any background noise from the patrons of the bar chattering, there would be a second of complete silence. The air would sit still and heavy for that second while Takumi's fingers found their marks on the array of keys that adorned the wonderfully golden colored piece of instrument. A deep inhale through his nostrils would preface a firm but gentle flow of air being pushed up by his diaphragm and through his mouth, being sculpted by the boy's concentrated cheek and lip muscles before it was forced into the saxophone. The reedy sound would project out of the bell and fill the empty air of The Fourth Corner, creating an atmosphere that Takumi always likened to old black and white detective noire films. A short and slow sequence of notes would flow smoothly before the bass kicked in, adding some bottom end to lift Takumi's sound to the forefront before the piano part joined to add a wonderful extra voice that accentuated the simplicity of the bass notes, bringing chords of the higher end into the mix while maintaining a position in the background that allowed the sound of the saxophone to remain the lone voice that spoke out to everyone watching and listening. While he put in small efforts to hide his face from the audience with the sunglasses, Takumi was without a doubt the face of the band to anybody listening to them. Now that he was actually playing his music, a song that he had listened to a thousand times since beginning to learn the saxophone, he was losing himself into it. There was no stage fright, or even an audience. All that existed was the stage, himself, and his three friends that built the foundation with their own talents that allowed Takumi to put his soul into the air and fill the whole room with it. First song: ------------------------------------------ Going for a 48 post timer, but it is currently 5 am my time so the next post might come a little bit earlier (between 43-48 hours from now for this first round)
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Apr 30, 2019 22:13:51 GMT -4
As well-suited as Farrah ought to be for a music night, pooling the myriad musical and lyrical talents of Tokyo's many citizens, she was deficient in one particular talent that the rest of the field had already proven themselves adequate in: timeliness. The others had already mingled and rubbed elbows under the watch of the Four Corners' staff and the first introduction had been fired off before Farrah managed to slide in, late as ever, and reach the bar. She was dressed in a black cap and topcoat, only slightly different than her standard outfit: same color, same motif, just a different coat. The fact that she was tapping in to her deep breathing exercises was clear evidence of the sprint she'd made over, as was the fact that she couldn't stop habitually pressing her fingers into the top of the hat, as if keeping it on against the wind. The fact that she yet wore her sunglasses indoors might seem like an oversight on her part, but really, she considered it part of her style and endured the induced darkness, regardless of the low light already set up for the show. One might further remember that she had just come in from the night, so there had been no point even before she entered the bar.
If she'd still been living at home, it would have been hard for her to convince her mother to let her out to visit a bar she'd never been to before for this meeting of the musical minds. Thankfully, living out of the dorm instead of her old home meant that as long as she wasn't breaking curfew, she could basically go where she pleased. The poetess watched the stage eagerly as performers began to take their places; her choice made it slightly difficult to order a drink at the same time, but she managed. "I'll take a diet cola, on the rocks! I'm unfortunately too young for your heartier stocks," she informed the bartender, drumming her hands on the bar until she realized that it was going to be distracting to everyone listening and restrained herself for courtesy's sake.
The music was starting as she collected her drink and tipped the bartender. She quickly found her seat at a high, thematically square table and stool, then adopted her best beatnik listening posture, leaning forward upon the table and resting her chin upon her fist, while nursing her drink with the other. She figured she owed it to the performers on stage to pay attention thoroughly, but also, to herself. For tonight, she'd make a game effort not to sing over the participants or drum when she wasn't wanted... but she'd need some good music to enrapture her in order to avoid getting distracted.
Thankfully, smooth saxaphone was just what the doctor ordered in that regard; the somber, classic, some might call it "old-school" melody crept out slowly and grabbed hold of her attention. For a moment, she felt herself learning and acclimating to the slower tempo, before she practically melted into the table, smiling from ear to ear with a happy expression, like she was either about to take a very pleasant nap (or perhaps had just smoked something). This wasn't the sort of music she could drum or snap along with- she was unfamiliar with the tunes of the horn, after all, not to mention that it wasn't the audience participation type- so it allowed her to take it easy. Farrah felt the rare sensation of not wanting to interject herself into something, but also, not struggling to hold herself back... at least for now, she could let herself be carried. The only danger was that she might be ending up getting a little too mellow, between the smooth music and the shades...
She managed to snap herself out of that state as she realized the one playing the saxophone: it was one of the boys she'd met during her rescue operation at the school fair. "Goodness gracious, to think I'd find such a prize! A talented musician was right in front of my eyes! I wish I'd shared his team during that whole business, so I could have learned of his artistic fitness!" she thought to herself, grinning and rocking back and forth in her chair with sparkles in her eyes. Who knew how many more musicians were hidden among the student body? The night was as exhilarating, as Farrah took another long sip of her cola and imagined being part of a band herself.
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-Farrah enters fashionably late, right as the intro is over. She orders a diet cola and takes a seat. Farrah is so entranced by the classy, slow, and smooth sound that she nearly falls alseep, but she wakes back up once she recognizes the player on stage![/i]
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Post by Karen Hoshizora on May 1, 2019 5:11:23 GMT -4
The lovely host had returned to the stage to announce that the performances were finally starting. Karen straightened up her posture and eagerly listened to Delta's introduction. It was a rather short one, poking fun at the fact that people must have gotten tired of intros by now so it was on the main event as soon as possible. Introduced as the sultan of sax, Karen's eyes widened with surprise when she saw who it was stepped on to the stage. It was none other than the upperclassman that she had met not too long ago. He may have given off a different vibe being dressed in a suit, but she was quite certain it was Takumi up there accompanied by some unfamiliar faces. Thinking about it, she did remember Takumi telling her that he played the saxophone. Though when they spoke, he said that he didn't really know many people from UA who played instruments too. In that case, she could only conclude that the band standing with on stage were acquaintances who weren't from UA. Karen chuckled to herself. He was being modest about having friends as well, and yet here he was among peers whom he was comfortable enough to be in a band with. His own opening words were short but sweet. The choice of instrument combined with the overall arrangement on stage clued her in to expecting a jazz number. The first few notes would confirm that suspicion. There was a dated feel to the tune. It was definitely something that felt like decades ago but that detract from the performance and only served to highlight the pars' cultured taste. The saxophone was at the forefront of the music, complemented beautifully by the other instruments. It was a good opening number that served to give people a taste of what was to come. She eagerly awaited the next song.
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on May 2, 2019 5:32:39 GMT -4
all the pieces lie where they fell... ♥ She came to be distracted, that's how Delta had convinced her to come, but now that she spoke to the Princess, she decided to focus, focus on everything that would distract her. No longer think about the wrongs she had done only days ago, ont once but twice. Sid she ever learn. Hanako had her doubts about that. She leaned with her right elbow on the bar, crossed her legs and turned her back maybe a bit rude towards Nori. She wanted to get rid of the smoke in her face and she tried to breath correctly to avoid that. The funny thing was that she did not want a cigarette this time, she wanted to be alone. No, she promised to be here and her eyes looked at Delta as she came back on the stage to introduce the first performance of tonight. She took her phone from her bag, Nori at least had given her one idea, why not use this for more than just trying to get distracted. She had always focused on work, no matter what, that would maybe save her now too. So she wrote down the name; Smooth TokyoA piano, cello or was it a bass? She decided that it was the latter, a cello was different and the drums and of course the guy on the saxophone. She closed her eyes for a second to simply listen to the music. As the boy had described to settle in and get cozy, she was convinced he picked the right music based on that. It was easy, smooth, funny saying cuz of their name and she wrote that on her phone, little notes on the performance of what she thought about it. She had never really considered herself a fan of this music, but she also had no specific music that she liked but the performance was well put together, working together and made her smile a little, it pushed and pulled for memories that she did not want to consider but it would be okay, she could stand it for a while. It was a longing that the music made her feel, not putting a name or an item up in her mind, just something of a feeling of wanting to be comfortable. Her foot dipped up and down on the soft beat of the music, mostly focusing on the sound of the saxophone, would you consider that the lead because it was the sound you heard the most, the loudest, clearest and well she would say the most enchanting one right now. She did not know, she wasn't a music expert but her blog did not need that. She took a sip of her mocktail and would just scribble some words, until the next performance.
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Post by Takumi Fujimoto on May 2, 2019 7:27:10 GMT -4
With three of his former classmates acting as band mates behind him, Takumi found a family of sound supporting his saxophone as they all played on stage for the crowd enjoying their drinks. The number that they opened with was a slow one, for sure, but the relaxed pace allowed them more liberties when it came to pushing into a race for select moments where he found the opportunity too enticing to resist. By his own standards, Takumi wouldn't consider himself to be a flashy player, but the very nature of the alto saxophone as an instrument combined with his role as the lead voice in the song made it difficult for the melody that his horn produced to sound anything but flashy to his own ears. It didn't matter, though, as every note he played into, messed around with, and wove into the tapestry of his music only drew him closer to what he considered being in the zone.
Eventually, like all good things in life, the song had to come to an end; the drums and bass ceased being played, leaving Takumi and his buddy on the keyboard to finish out the last few bars by themselves and properly punctuate Harlem Nocturne for the audience. When they were finished playing their final notes, Takumi pulled the mouthpiece out from between his lips and glanced back to his supporting cast, offering them each an excited smile accompanied by beaming eyes which would be hidden by the large, dark sunglasses that may as well looked like two eye patches connected by a plastic frame to anybody else. With the break after the song, Takumi gave his friends a simple nod to imply that they should just go right into the next song before turning back to face the crowd and forming his mouth over the reed once more, rather than taking a minute to speak to the audience again.
Takumi held himself mostly still, merely taking in a breath through his nostrils while the sound of a piano filled the room, immediately prompting some soft and delicate cymbal play from the drummer along with the nuanced presence of a gentle snare poking through the mix. This next part was nerve wracking. John Coltrane was a name that anybody whom had ever touched a saxophone was sure to have heard of, and since beginning to learn the instrument Takumi had quickly begun to admire the man's control of the instrument along with his song writing prowess above those of nearly anyone else. Had the pressure of covering a work of brilliance from one of jazz's greatest minds not consumed his own mind, Takumi might have spared some thought to wonder if his friend felt the same way playing the piano part of the wonderful Duke Ellington. Neither of them could compare to the legends, but Takumi could hope that they, along with the splendid drummer and bassist, could do the number some justice and entertain the crowd with a treat.
Takumi kept his breath firm but light, trying his best to give his saxophone a lofty tone that floated miles above the foundation of his drummer and bassist, sinking down slightly from time to time to mingle with the melodically clunky piano tones that clocked forward until the rhythm picked up. As the pace was pushed, Takumi stopped his own playing and allowed the piano part to dance over the rhythm section for a minute before jumping back into action. Once he began playing again, his own notes flew into the air with more urgency, taking command of the song and demanding attention from the piano as the clockwork chord clunking returned.
To Takumi, at this moment, the crowd was a single mass of faceless people with nobody he particularly knew. Aside from his coworkers whom he only knew were around because they were either participating or helping to run the event, or both, their presences in the back of his mind would be nothing more than that. To Takumi, it was simply him and his band on stage playing the music that they loved, and the audience in front of them all, listening to the songs and (hopefully) enjoying what these jazz enthusiasts were able to put together for tonight.
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Post by Kazu Fureu on May 2, 2019 15:48:47 GMT -4
Why is this so dull, like come on bring on the rock! Where's the nonstop guitar shred and power cords?! I wanna hear some hardcore classical rock! Kaz's face forms into a slight mess with the first performance of the night. He was never really a big fan of Jazz. If anything, the only good thing about it was the drums, and that's only because they like, kept on banging super fast. You don't see that often in many concerts, so seeing it up close is quite unique. But why does it gotta be all about jazz, man? Why can't it be like an epic guitar solo?
Look, this is not because Kaz hated Jazz. Well, he kinda does. But that's not the point. The point here is clearly they are wasting their talents on this genre! Seriously man, you just have to take one glance at them and see the brimming potential pouring out of them! That one guy behind Fujimoto something, he clearly commands the beat of the room with his constant drumming in such a clear and precise manner. He is in complete control of the situation. Fujimoto isn't even half bad (though come on, play something other than a sax). His short solo is quite intriguing, able to compete with the piano. It's an interesting battle between two different sounds. Shame it has to be wasted on Jazz of all things.
Kaz asks a passing by waiter for a small drink. He looked around, was this a proper time for a soft soda? Or would his mother get mad at him for drinking sodas at night? She always goes on about staying up all night once you drink one, but she usually lets one go whenever there's a special event going on. He looks at his mom, who absentmindedly nodded and not even paying attention to Kaz. "Ill have one Epsi, please." He smugly smiles as his sister scoffs a little and starts chugging down her lemon soda.
At least this is almost over, once it's over he can finally continue to practice on his trial. Soon this corner will know the power that is his muse. The muse of the chosen ones, the one thing that inspires him to keep on going. He'll use that to fuel his words tonight. He nods as he taps a pencil on his notebook, clearly haven't actually thought up of what to actually do for his performance.
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Post by Karen Hoshizora on May 4, 2019 3:52:26 GMT -4
With the second number up, Karen could pretty much understand why Takumi and his group signed up under the name Smooth Tokyo. It wasn't about making a particularly powerful performance but more about setting a mood. Though to be fair she wasn't really what you'd call a jazz enthusiast so overall she might not appreciate the tunes as much as a real fan. But as a more general listener of music, she still had a decent sense of the skill and talent put into the music. The music aside, the passion and enjoyment on the performers' faces was something Karen could appreciate as well. Takumi in particular was really in to it. She took a sip from her drink just in time for the solo to come up and the upperclassman really played up the notes as if he was making a statement that he was the leader of the act here. Or at least as much as you could play up smooth jazz. His excitement was contagious and Karen found herself humming along even though she didn't really have the same level of familiarity with the piece. It sounded like another classic at least. There wasn't much else to say about the piece. Though the mood it created did make her feel like wanting to talk to someone about it. Her eyes scanned the crowd again. With the lights slightly dimmed it was a little harder to make out faces. Though she could pick up a general idea of people's reactions. Some were entranced. Some were more restless. Perhaps some people were looking for something more impactful. It made her wonder if Smooth Tokyo would continue to perform more of the same or if they had a little something else up their sleeve. Either way she didn't mind. A nice and easy start to the evening's performances wasn't a bad thing.
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Post by Takumi Fujimoto on May 4, 2019 7:32:08 GMT -4
It was by no means the greatest song in the world, and Takumi and his friends certainly were nowhere near the level of the likes of John Coltrane and Duke Ellington, but nonetheless they all enjoyed the minutes spent playing this tribute to some of the all time greats. Even though he could technically meet up with his fellow musicians whenever they had the chance to play through some of these fantastic jazz numbers, they still never got the chance to do so all that often, and even more was that there was never much of an opportunity to play them for an audience. This moment was something for which he would be forever grateful to Delta.
The song began to wrap up with a very slight reduction in tempo, the saxophone stopping and the piano and bass softening their attacks of the notes before it all lead into a gentle drum roll on the snare to give the piece proper closure. As the song ended, Takumi took a step back and pressed a small key near the hook of the saxophone's curvature at the bottom of the body, letting some of the spit that had accumulated inside the instrument drip to the floor. Luckily, with the dim lighting and the generally tiny size of the droplets that came down to the floor of the stage, not even the boy playing on keyboard just a couple of feet beside Takumi would be able to notice.
If there was any applause that followed the end of their second song in the set list, Takumi would let it ride out for a few seconds before stepping back up for the third song on the docket. This one would be introduced with what he felt to be dramatic and emotionally charged piano playing, pacing alone at a quick pace before dropping the speed to allow a rudimentary bass line to join along with a more melodic saxophone line that swam through the murky waters of the rhythm section like an eel on the prowl. Not too fast and not too slow, Takumi pushed his melody along with some longingly held accents connected by some swift transitions for which his fingers needed to dance along the keys of his horn to achieve. The whole time the boy sitting on the drum set behind him would barely be playing a rhythm at all. His contribution to the song would be a simple stirring of the snare drum skin with a jazz stick brush that had the wires loosened and a a simple tap on the bell of a ride cymbal for the first beat followed by a step on the hi hat pedal for the third beat. It wasn't fancy, but then again nothing about this song was fancy aside from Takumi's part.
Throughout most of the song, Takumi's mind was flashing into various scenes, or rather dramatically embellished imaginings, of various film noir detective movies along with some good old fashioned Jamison Bond flicks. There was something about the perfect combination of smooth and mischievous swing that hid beneath it that likened these types of songs to those sorts of movies. Takumi was never the type to think of himself as one of those slick detective types that were romanticized in that era of film, but playing this type of music let him feel pretty close to it.
A little more than halfway into the song, Takumi's eyes would glance out to the mostly faceless crowd and he would notice someone holding a large black object, wading through the bodies with a stature that suggested keeping a low profile was desired. As the body reached the other side of the room and got close to the door to the refashioned back room where the acts were waiting or preparing before they went up, the person looked up and made eye contact with Takumi. He instantly recognized her as someone from back home in Karuizawa. Another old classmate from his old school who also played in the band, and had spent a few jam sessions with the quartet on stage at that very moment. Takumi kept playing, but his brows furrowed and his face delivered a quizzical look to the suddenly appeared ex classmate. A finger was pointed to the black object, which now looked more identifiable as a trombone case, accompanied by an excited expression and head nod, and Takumi instantly understood what was going on. Takumi tried to reciprocate a subtle head nod while leaning into his sax on a more dramatic note before returning his attention fully to the song and while this happened the newcomer disappeared into the back room.
Now was the time for Takumi to really show off with a solo. The boy pushed the pace of his playing and let the notes fly, while keeping the rhythm off beat where he could and straightforward where he couldn't, but all the while pumping out slick sequences that ran up and down the range of his instrument. While his fingers kept hammering all over the various keys, Takumi's eyes completely closed and his mind dove into the sea of his own playing, with nothing else in the world holding even a sliver of his focus. His three band mates formed an even groovier rhythm section to keep everything else locked down while Takumi took advantage of this opportunity to be selfish with his playing. It wasn't something he did very often, a bit weird considering that his instrument of choice was the saxophone, but when he did get the chance to crank out a solo he always found a way to really enjoy himself in it. Maybe for him, it was the same feeling that some metal guitarists got whenever they spent several minutes shredding out some face melting solos at machine gun pace, but that was something he wouldn't be able to achieve for quite some time. Even if he was somehow able to achieve playing speeds akin to the rapid paces of the metal genre, Takumi likely wouldn't be able to find any musicality in it for himself. But this... this sort of slick, swingy journey towards the abilities of a jazz virtuoso was a path from which he could never grow weary.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on May 7, 2019 0:29:07 GMT -4
The starry, shades-covered look Takumi had on his face was not too far from Farrah's own as she explored the musical stylings of her classmate. The second song was certainly a departure for her; they'd left the realm of smooth and gone to somber, or at least it had in Farrah's mind. It would perhaps be a relief for Takumi, or perhaps a little insulting, to see her regarding the second song with much the same unreadable smile as the first. She appreciated the jazz, and in this case, very much enjoyed the piano, but she wasn't a study of the greats.
That said, she found the third song very much to her liking, and once it got rolling, she found herself wanting to snap her fingers. Now this sounded like the kind of cool track she'd like to do unravel some freeform poetry to, she figured, perhaps missing the more obvious connotation that it would be fitting for a noir film, an art style she also fancied, mostly from an aesthetic perspective. Nonetheless, she managed to refrain from becoming the only person in the room snapping, and instead simply smiled appreciatively. "Hm hm hm! In that suit and sunglasses, he reminds me of me! I wonder if I could pull off a saxophone symphony?" she questioned to herself, already imagining the type of music she'd like to play. It was a good bit more slapdash than the classics on display tonight.
Speaking of noir films, taking a look around her, she noticed an ensemble cast of jazz listeners who each looked to have a story to tell. They ranged from attentive to bored, energetic to morose. It almost made one want to go start questioning them, detective style, if only she had some reason to do so. "Romance! That's the word for it. Romantic, I say! Everyone's hidden stories have a mystery that way!" she thought to herself, grinning to herself as she imagined herself and the others in a black and white movie.
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Post by Takumi Fujimoto on May 9, 2019 7:24:40 GMT -4
As Takumi and his friends explored the soundscape of their music, they would eventually spend their minutes trailing into a cadence where all the other instruments fell silence, allowing the reedy notes of the saxophone to cut through the air unaccompanied while the boy's fingers fired back up a speedy run along the keys. Takumi would riff through a lightning scale full of frills before building up to a point of tension, then the rest of his friends would come in for the cadence and give him one final chord upon which he could show off for a few extra seconds as they wrapped up the song. The boy enjoyed the chance to have some time to really let the flare of his instrument fly, even if it was less than a minute for his solo, but it wasn't always about how much time there was as opposed to what you did with each precious second afforded to you.
When the song was completely finished, Takumi removed his horn from his lips again with a smile and stepped back, this time stepping over to the keyboard and leaning forward to whisper something to he player, then moving on to do the same to the drummer and eventually the bassist. He was telling them about the new person who came into the bar during that song, carrying a trombone case and going into the back room. It was another friend from their old school back home in Karuizawa who decided to show up after all, even if it was a complete surprise for the four of them. Having played together in the past, they all knew what song they could fall back on once their fifth was on stage, but for now they would just make a slight adjustment to their set list and go into a song on the shorter side while their imrpomptu trombone player warmed up in the back.
Takumi walked back up to the front of the stage and lifted his horn so that the mouth piece rested on his bottom lip once more. With the audible called by him like a quarterback, he led off the intro of the next song with a soft tone followed by the rest of the band jumping in.
It was relaxed in tempo, but the walking bass line gave the rhythm a nice hustle while Takumi chilled back, mirroring the lyrics of Frank Sinatra through his horn while the drums kept things simple beneath the syncopated piano chords. Takumi began to sway as he played, as if he were gently dancing with a delicate partner in a ballroom, but he would soon get deeper into the zone as the melody called for some fancier sequences. As much enjoyment as he was getting from the wonderful song that they all loved keeping in the set list, it was basically over before it even started. Alas, this was often the common denominator among the more popular songs throughout any period of time, except for maybe classical music. With the song coming to an end, Takumi would glance over to the back room door to see if their additional friend would be ready to come up on stage.
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Post by Takumi Fujimoto on May 16, 2019 5:03:21 GMT -4
Takumi and his friends played their way through the smoothly jazzy rendition of the Frank Sinatra classic, eventually wrapping up the laid back number into a soft but choppy saxophone melody which lead into a final cadence for which the entire band joined in. Every note that Takumi played felt lovely coming from within, as if he were offering a small piece of him to the audience much like a best friend might offer very personal secrets to another best friend during a deep, introspective talk that lasted hours throughout the night. It was wonderful and full of life, as far as he could tell, and to be perfectly honest he could have happily ended the set with that song if it weren't for the sudden appearance of a newcomer. When the song did actually end, Takumi removed the mouthpiece from his lips' grasp and brought his face up to the microphone to address the audience. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your wonderful presence here with us tonight... Takumi's voice would be obviously brought down to a fake, lower pitch as if emulating an older man whom had finished puberty. ...and if you would all graciously indulge us just one last number, we have a special someone coming up to bless us with her presence and help us give you all something very special. I hope you all enjoy this final number...As Takumi spoke to the crowd and basically informed them all that this next song would be their final of the set, a girl appearing to be the same age as everyone else on stage walked up, wearing a white shirt and red sweater vest topped off with a white hat. She would walk behind Takumi to the other side of him and stand off about a meter away before raising her trombone up, her arm running the slide out and back in a few times to make sure it was moving fluidly. Takumi would look back and give the rest of his friends a nod before turning back to the audience and bringing the saxophone back to his mouth. The boy sitting at the keyboard would begin the song with nothing but his own, emotionally charged and dramatic playing, running through a melodic run of chords set to a firm rhythmic pattern that gave off a sense of awe before gracing over melodic flams, prompting a playful walk from the bass before the whole band joined in, the saxophone and trombone holding a soft harmony that wove around each other's melodies. Both of their lines danced with each other over the pristine floor created by the rhythm section. The piano, drums, and bass had floated themselves, ceasing to be a floor and ascended to wispy clouds that brought the horns up into the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs like two birds soaring above a vast landscape that one might see in a Bob Ross painting. The song would last much longer than any other they had played so far, but every moment would be filled with the collective souls of all five musicians, taking their turns to find their time to shine while still coming back together as a cohesive family.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2019 18:54:46 GMT -4
Delta has 264exp and gains 3exp Takumi has 463exp and gains 35exp Hanako has 880exp and gains 4exp Karen has 374exp and gains 6exp Farrah has 39exp and gains 10exp Kaz has 52exp and gains 4exp
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