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Post by Samuel on Feb 21, 2010 8:49:50 GMT 10
Sam hated doing his work. More than he hated doing his work, he hated doing his work the day it was assigned to him. So, his History binder lay on top of his bookbag, which was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. Instead, he lay on his bed, slouching up against the headboard with his dark blue and black bass resting on his stomach. He kept his eyes closed, letting his fingers to the work as he plucked out a rhythm on his beloved instrument. The notes were low, and were felt, more than heard, through the speaker he had sitting on the floor.
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Post by lysander on Feb 21, 2010 9:14:41 GMT 10
Andy walked into his room - or rather, the room he was currently staying in, sighing heavily as he dropped the pile of books he had to read over the weekend. That was when he felt the vibrations coming from Samuel's side of the room. How he'd never thought of it before, he had no idea, but suddenly Lysander wondered if they could jam some time. Or maybe even start a band. "What are you playing?" He asked, with a nod towards his roommate, "Anything I might... uh, know?" He added, curious now. Maybe they had the same taste in music, and they could... well, talk about it, or something.
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Post by Samuel on Feb 21, 2010 9:26:14 GMT 10
"Unless you're familiar with the music of Sam Grant, I doubt it," Sam muttered, not stopping his beat. He didn't write music, but had a good taste for what notes sounded good together, so improvising a tune wasn't all that hard. Then, he opened one eye, thinking. He never really registered that Lysander played guitar, but now that he asked about the music...well, why not? They shared a room anyway, so they might as well find something in common. And it seemed music was that thing, or at least a love for music.
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Post by lysander on Feb 21, 2010 10:19:05 GMT 10
Lysander smiled, climbing on to his own bed and nodding to his guitar, "I think I might want to familiarize myself," He said slowly, "I mean, since we're going to be living together and all, we could, I dunno..." Shrugging, Lysander reached over the side of his bed and grabbed his acoustic guitar, silently praying that Samuel didn't think him a bit ridiculous and even more forward. He wanted to be friends with his roommate - he had a feeling that (if he didn't screw things up right away) the two of them could be good friends.
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Post by Samuel on Feb 21, 2010 10:32:38 GMT 10
Sam opened his other eye, turning his head to look at Lysander with raised brows. He watched curiously as the other boy pulled out his guitar, continuing with a steady beat, this time just playing a straight G.
"You want to..." he shrugged, looking down for a moment before back at Lysander. "jam, or something?" At least, that was what he thought he was getting at. He wouldn't mind. Actually, it could be cool. They had to live together, so they should become friends. It wasn't hard: he seemed like a cool guy. Chances are, they would get along just great.
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Post by lysander on Feb 21, 2010 11:04:57 GMT 10
Andy nodded, smiling at his roommate, "Unless you prefer playing alone." He amended his action, feeling that perhaps he was being a little rude by intruding as he started to play a soft melody. It wasn't something he had written in advance, but rather an assortment of notes, his fingers moving lithely but still slowly enough that the rhythm was discernible to the boy sitting across the room. He couldn't be sure just how musically inclined the other boy was. For all he knew, Sam could have picked up the bass last week and decided to learn to play.
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Post by Samuel on Feb 21, 2010 11:36:01 GMT 10
Sam stopped for a minute, listening the the melody Lysander made with his guitar. It took him a few seconds, but then he resumed playing, creating a sweet harmony. Actually, it wasn't so much a harmony as a beat. He liked to think of the bass as the foundation for music, keeping everyone steady and providing the strong support needed to make a great song. His head bobbed a little bit as a smile spread over his face. This could work. This could definitely work. He glanced over at Lysander, wondering if the boy felt the same way he did.
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Post by lysander on Feb 22, 2010 1:01:28 GMT 10
Lysander was smiling to himself, making the simple melody more dramatic by adding extra notes here and there, as well as speeding up his tempo. He was actually quite fond of Samuel's beat, and he liked the way it sounded together. He was always quite fond of the bass, and the drums, though he never had the patience to learn another instrument. While he quite enjoyed setting the rhythm and playing guitar, he was in awe of people who could play bass and drums, and play them well. He didn't look up at Sam, yet, instead focusing on his own fingers.
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Post by Samuel on Feb 22, 2010 1:26:00 GMT 10
Sam quickened the pace of his beat when Lysander did, a lopsided smile forming on his face. He plucked out on the strings, shifting his hand so he could hit notes a little higher. Some of his hair fell into his face as he sat up a little higher on the bed, but he flipped it out. He was enjoying himself, more than he really thought he would (and he thought he would enjoy himself quite a lot). He and Lysander could probably get along just great, especially if that was how they could spend their nights. Maybe they could even write something together some time!
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Post by lysander on Feb 26, 2010 1:27:57 GMT 10
The tune turned familiar moments later, and Lysander began playing one of his favourite songs, Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles. He didn't mean to, it was just that he was learning the chords in order to be able to play covers at the local pub, and so his fingers naturally went that way. He smiled sheepishly over at Sam, hoping that he wouldn't mind too much that Andy had strayed from 'jamming' and wandered into pup music. He was fond of pop music, after all, especially the old stuff where the musicians actually played. There was a reason it was called 'pop'; it was popular... even with Lysander.
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Post by Samuel on Feb 26, 2010 12:54:45 GMT 10
Sam returned the grin, though without the sheepishness that Lysander had. He continued strumming, making his fingers move faster against the thick strings of his bass. His head bobbed with the rhythm, as it usually did while keeping the beat. He recognized the song almost immediately, approving of Lysander's song choice. After a moment, he wondered if the boy could sing, and if he could, whether he would or not. Sometimes he found himself singing along to the songs he played, if only under his breath. He didn't have the best voice, but it wasn't bad, either. At the very least, he could carry a tune.
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