Iroh (
uncle_iroh) wrote2021-05-15 04:13 am
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Inbox for Sn: Pai Sho - Avalon
(Please note that Iroh still does not quite understand his phone so... this will be.... interesting.)
"My nephew tells me that I should ask you to leave a message. He says he will show me where to find that message once I have one. So please, leave a message."
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He pauses, considering. How did he feel…?
“…A few weeks ago, Gokudera played piano for me in a bar,” he muses. “He played Four Seasons by ear, having just heard me sing the tune once for example, and then transitioned it into this beautiful song, it was so complex… I don’t know if he wrote it himself or not. Probably.”
He did not. It was Beethoven or Schubert or someone. But Zuko thinks so highly of Gokudera’s intellect, he just assumed it was his own. But indeed, it was Gokudera’s ability to improvise and work a new, very different tune in like he did, that stunned Zuko so. He’s such a structured person and tends to just follow music exactly rather than wing it like Gokudera had. It impressed him then, and again now, thinking on it with his own instrument in his hands.
“…I tried to play around the mistake I noticed, to disguise it.”
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"Play— but do not play a song..." he parrots, tone thoughtful as if repeating the words will make them make more sense... It doesn't.
He pauses, frowning down at the horn resting on the side of his lap, as if it might hold the answers inside it. But it also doesn't. So after skipping a beat, he plays the tsungi equivalent of playing scales... That's not what Iroh meant, surely. It's not a song, though, to be fair. And he's played his scales on the tsungi horn so many times in his life it's basically rote memory by now. He looks back to Iroh expectantly without a word.
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