A Sharing of Music ((open, attn: Ambrose and Ysabel))
With the help of two of the staff members, Dana carted every instrument stand and most of the instruments from her room to the library. Her quarters simply were not big enough to house more than her playing many different instruments, not to mention the acoustics in her room were abysmal.
She was meeting Ambrose and hopefully Ysabel today and share music with them. The library had a very well tuned piano, and plenty of space for them. Once everthing was deposited on the floor near a deep arm chair, Dana went about setting up each instrument, while the staff brought her four straight-backed chairs from some other room.
When she finally had everything arranged to her exacting standards, she sat down and tuned each instrument, starting with the simple guitar, to the balalaika, to the gittern, her newest acquisition the banjo, and finally her favored, very temperamental lap harp.
The blues they moved into was something familiar, a cousin to the Jazz that was such a part of New Orleans. Cel couldnt help the slight smile on her face as she just closed her eyes and enjoyed. It made her just a little homesick, but in a good way.
"A little of both, never hurt anyone Ambrose."
A soft laugh followed her words as she offered a impish little grin. She glanced up around the room, and found Celeste smiling with closed eyes and enjoying the music they made. It warmed her heart, and she went back to finger picking through the chord slides she was adding to their mix.
"Just a little bit?"Â?
Watching Dana change instruments, he called her on it.
"I think that might be an unfair advantage."Â?
He was making due with an instrument that was less than his forte and didn't think it was quite fair. Although she seemed just as comfortable with the guitar as she had with the oddball string instrument she'd been playing.
In retaliation, however, he switched it up yet again and headed them into something more ragtime, something of a take off on the Maple Leaf Rag. It probably wasn't sporting but he knew the piano would have the advantage here.
She did take a moment to favor Amber with an expression of mild disbelief.
"Who has the unfair advantage?"
She was playing a lap harp, for the love of... perhaps Ambrose should try it. If he would only get his guitar, the piano would be free and she could move to that. It would certainly be easier than trying to fit the delicate sounds of the lap harp into the current genre.
At least she hadn't brought her larger harp. She shuddered to think of what it would sound like if she'd been playing that monster here.
She did not know the feel of the music he was playing and so followed with simple chord changes until she got the feel and could finger pick her way through. The sounds Ysabel was pulling from the harp were a fun background to the song Ambrose was playing and she admired the lady's skill. The lap harp was never easy, and that one had a few quirks, but she seemed to have overcome them just fine.
"I wouldn't call it unfair..."Â?
He drawled.
Now that was a challenge and lord knew Ambrose couldn't pass up a challenge. He got up from the piano a little awkwardly and picked up his guitar case. Getting the guitar out he absently caressed the body. He'd had this particular acoustic a long time and was fond of it.
He'd left it tuned when leaving his rooms there at the Manor, knowing he was going to be using it again and so it only took a second to confirm it was still tuned.
Keeping up wasn't something he was worried about. He could play anything from mariachi to metal and he could keep up with some of the best currently playing. For now though... he'd play nice and only took up the Maple Leaf Rag where he'd left off with the piano.
"Don't look at me I made the last change up."Â?
Her fingers danced happily over the keys as she settled back into the rhythm. "I believe it's Dana's turn," she said over her shoulder.
With a little grin she played the opening walk of Carl Perkin's Honey Don't, before sending them into a fast paced bit of Rockabilly music. This genre was fast become one of her favorites and she played it almost as much as she played blue grass and some of the older country and western music.
She could have easily taken them into one of the court ballads she'd learned oh so very long ago, but they were slow and not as challenging as the rockabilly.
"I think you get a point for that one. I hadn't figured on this from you."Â?
It was a lighthearted compliment.
Having said that, he tossed a grin at Belle knowing it was her turn next and curious where she'd take them. Damned she was cute there at the piano. He loved watching her hands as she played. So delicate, lady like. Not to wax poetic but almost the exact opposite of his hands. Of course, that didn't matter, but he couldn't help noticing of some reason.
After they'd played for a little while, she let her lips drift upward in a secret little smile and began to change the beat to something she was sure Ambrose didn't know she knew. Since adding Marie to their impromptu "family" Ysabel had been introduced to Latin rhythms and beats, and at her young familiar's prompting had learned to play in that style.
Her song, therefore, had no name and was improvised on the spur of the moment but was based on the salsa, representing a distinct shift in tonality from what they'd been playing. She moved into D minor, giving the music a much more sultry but still lively tone.
She had to admit to herself, this was fun. And for someone who grew up with very rigid ideas of how music should be formulated that was saying a lot. She peeked at Ambrose out of the corner of her eye and gave him a little smile to see what he thought of her choice in style.
Dana look the flourish from her play, as Ysabel changed what they were playing into something completely unrecognizable. She picked up the under chords of the music and once Ysabel moved into D minor, she could make a passable base walk through the music.
Dana look the flourish from her play, as Ysabel changed what they were playing into something completely unrecognizable. She picked up the under chords of the music and once Ysabel moved into D minor, she could make a passable base walk through the music.
So the beat wasn't too far from his mind and easy to play with. It took a second for him to realize it was Ysabel who'd taken them this way. When that idea clicked, he started a bit and out and out laughed.
"Mucho gusto senora!"Â?
There was no getting around it he was both pleased and impressed with what she was doing. He did, however, pick up that Dana was a bit hesitant with it. So he didn't change it up right away, he wanted her to have time to work with it and hear it.
"Not what you're used to? Try thinking about dancing to it."Â?
Ambrose had no idea if she danced or not. But if she were about Belle's age his guess was she did, at least a bit. And if she could relate dance, movement to the sound it should be easier.
"But none of those stuffy court dances."Â?
He cautioned after a seconds thought. How those stuffed shirts thought any of those dances were fun was beyond him.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as the Latin sound began rubbing on her nerves. Unceremoniously squashing the irritation she instead listened to their quips and glanced over at Dana, wondering why she wouldn't recognize the music. 'Must be old or sheltered,' she mused. Both were interesting ideas and fleshed out the small vampire further in Cel's mental landscape. Turning her attention to Ambrose with his guitar she grinned and spoke up finally. "How about you see if they can handle some Sabbath or Metallica?" 'You know, anything from the past five decades,' she added to herself.
Celeste's suggestion had her wrinkling her nose in distaste. She wasn't a fan of heavy metal. Fortunately, Amber didn't play a lot of it, being mostly a jazz and blues man. She let him respond, however, as the question hadn't been addressed to her.
She kept the beat the same but modulated into A minor using a harmonic tonality that suited the music quite well, leaving their progress up to whoever was next.
She had absolutely no idea what a Metallica was, and the only Sabbath she knew was a holy day. She could be certain however, that this was not what Celeste was talking about. Though she was happy to have the young woman contribute and she would follow along as best she could.
At Ysabel's chord change, she slid up her guitar and opened up the chords, picking through the notes of an A minor scale with a base thumbed in between. It was up to Ambrose to lead them on from here.
While he thought this through, he started in on the opening to Fade to Black. It was pretty, it was mellow and it wouldn't totally alienate either of the other two musicians. While he played that, he covertly studied Celeste. She could undoubtedly handle something harder and faster. OK... OK... why not. He switched abruptly and hit Fuel as hard and as fast as he could on an acoustic, it still sounded like he knew what he was doing. Felt good too, but he caught himself wanting to sing.
As he was suppressing the urge to go into the vocals, an idea hit him and he changed gears again and settled into Whiskey in the Jar. It was Metallica's arrangement, but it was essentially a cover of a traditional Irish Ballad. The ladies shouldn't have too much trouble with it.
Her eyes drifted closed and she swayed to the song, her foot and fingertips tapping to the music as they switched into one of her favorites. The urge to sing along was strong. But, considering she was not a trained vocalist she refrained. Celeste had lessons when she was younger since Gustav had considered it mandatory that every female be able to passably play an instrument and sing well enough to entertain visitors. A hold over from days long gone by when ladies were set decoration for the home but what else could you expect from the pretentious bastard? So, while she could carry a tune enough to make her somewhat popular on karaoke night Celeste wasn't feeling like competing with real musical talent. Instead she showed her approval by giving Ambrose a nod and another smile when the song finished.
"That was really good... thanks."
She smiled wryly at Celeste's thanks, chuckling to herself. Not a very good showing by the pianist, but the guitarists seemed to be doing just fine. When they'd finished, she took her hands away from the keys and let the last notes fade away into the normally quiet library.
"That was fun." Ysabel had a look of contentment upon her face; regardless of the genre they'd started or ended with, or what they'd hit between, it was always good to share music with friends and family. Not being a natural band leader, she looked expectantly back and forth between Ambrose and Dana, waiting to see what either of them would come up next. She was tempted to offset the metal with something ridiculously meticulous, classical, and technically complex, but it would have been out of place in this setting. Instead she allowed her fingers to tap idly on the ivory keys, not pressing for a sound but just bouncing them slightly.
When it was all over, Dana was breathing just a little harder than when they'd begun, and that made her laugh. Music as work always did. "That was...different."
Still chuckling, she set the guitar in its stand and stood, stretching well used arms over her head.
"So shall we learn a bit about instruments or would you like to teach us your song Ambrose?" Her heels dropped back to the floor, as her hands fell back to her sides, the smile still firmly on her lips.