Itās taken a few weeks for things to return to some semblance of normalāwell, whatever ānormalā constitutes now, because thereās really no brushing all of that under the rug, try as he might. Itās funny, because he didnāt even have an awful time. He still recognizes the man he was in that fantasy world, but he did return home to two very large elephants in the roomāthe Steve thing and the Henry thing, and it seems like neither one are going away anytime soon.
But when things even out a bit and he pulls himself away from aiding with small repairs around the commune, he pays a visit to the Horizon. When he comes upon a small house built into a hilly domain, part of him feels like he instinctively knows who it belongs to, like itās some distant memory he can dredge up if he just tries hard enough. He digs deep into those memories, searching for a name and a face as he wanders right through the door. If the owner of the domain is in, theyāll take note of his arrival.
In a way, it reminds him of his own homeāmodest, but comfortable, and clearly created from the memory of a well-loved place. Of course the instruments catch his eye first and foremost, and he grins as the memory comes to him. He remembers Teddyāhis fellow musician, and fellow Solvunnite. Seems like their first official meeting is going to have to be in the Horizon.
He creeps over to the piano and flips the lid open. He doesnāt know how to play, really. Never had the money for lesson and only ever had eyes for the guitar anyway, but he is from the era of the synthesizer. Heās loitered around enough music stores in his lifetime to have the opportunity to mess around on a keyboard or two, and he has the ear to pick out a tune.
So with a chuckle, he finds the proper keys and taps out the beginning synth part of Van Halenās Jump. Itās basicāone hand, no real chords, and itās sort of the only thing heās ever managed to teach himself. Itās gotten him kicked out of many a music store too, so heās going to put the skill to to use.
āHey, Teddy!,ā he calls out. āYou better come save me from my inability to play the keys before I break out Heart and Soul. Or worseāChopsticks.ā
later in the month!
But when things even out a bit and he pulls himself away from aiding with small repairs around the commune, he pays a visit to the Horizon. When he comes upon a small house built into a hilly domain, part of him feels like he instinctively knows who it belongs to, like itās some distant memory he can dredge up if he just tries hard enough. He digs deep into those memories, searching for a name and a face as he wanders right through the door. If the owner of the domain is in, theyāll take note of his arrival.
In a way, it reminds him of his own homeāmodest, but comfortable, and clearly created from the memory of a well-loved place. Of course the instruments catch his eye first and foremost, and he grins as the memory comes to him. He remembers Teddyāhis fellow musician, and fellow Solvunnite. Seems like their first official meeting is going to have to be in the Horizon.
He creeps over to the piano and flips the lid open. He doesnāt know how to play, really. Never had the money for lesson and only ever had eyes for the guitar anyway, but he is from the era of the synthesizer. Heās loitered around enough music stores in his lifetime to have the opportunity to mess around on a keyboard or two, and he has the ear to pick out a tune.
So with a chuckle, he finds the proper keys and taps out the beginning synth part of Van Halenās Jump. Itās basicāone hand, no real chords, and itās sort of the only thing heās ever managed to teach himself. Itās gotten him kicked out of many a music store too, so heās going to put the skill to to use.
āHey, Teddy!,ā he calls out. āYou better come save me from my inability to play the keys before I break out Heart and Soul. Or worseāChopsticks.ā