Week 16 - Thursday
Who: Alice, Mirael
What: Mira & Alice meet in the music room
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: Music Room
The strains of the first movement of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2 drifted out from behind the closed doors of the music room, the solo piano line missing its normal accompaniment of strings to complete the richness of sound which the composer had intended.
Nimble, calloused fingers swept over the keys, familiarizing themselves with the touch of the instrument. For all the standardization of the instrument, every piano was different, worn by the practice sessions of its users. Acoustics on each instrument could be subtly different, accounting for changes in the wood. The pedal response varied enormously to a trained musician. Mira wanted, needed to learn this one's particular intricacies, especially if it turned out to be the only available instrument for her practice sessions.
Hitting a particularly difficult phrase, the elf opened her eyes, scanning the sheet music which rested upon the stand. She'd been playing with her eyes closed, testing her rote memory, and now could see that it had been a 4-1 crossover missed in the left hand, responsible for the little stumble. Dropping her right hand uselessly to one side, she repeated those two bars, eyes on the movement of her fingers until the transition was smooth.
Only then did she add her right hand, returning to a prior rehearsal mark to test the phrase. But satisfaction wasn't to be had in playing something right once. Worthwhile things took time and trouble, not luck. Mira was of the opinion that practice merely made habit -- it was perfect practice that made perfect. And piano was one of the few human inventions she had enough of an innate love for to tolerate practicing.
Satisfied with her progress on the phrase after some minutes more, the elf paused, stretching one arm across her chest before flexing her fingers. How long had she been here? In fencing and music, the young elf had a tendency to lose herself -- and with that went any sense of the outside world, focus on the task at hand rather than the realities of time.
What: Mira & Alice meet in the music room
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: Music Room
The strains of the first movement of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2 drifted out from behind the closed doors of the music room, the solo piano line missing its normal accompaniment of strings to complete the richness of sound which the composer had intended.
Nimble, calloused fingers swept over the keys, familiarizing themselves with the touch of the instrument. For all the standardization of the instrument, every piano was different, worn by the practice sessions of its users. Acoustics on each instrument could be subtly different, accounting for changes in the wood. The pedal response varied enormously to a trained musician. Mira wanted, needed to learn this one's particular intricacies, especially if it turned out to be the only available instrument for her practice sessions.
Hitting a particularly difficult phrase, the elf opened her eyes, scanning the sheet music which rested upon the stand. She'd been playing with her eyes closed, testing her rote memory, and now could see that it had been a 4-1 crossover missed in the left hand, responsible for the little stumble. Dropping her right hand uselessly to one side, she repeated those two bars, eyes on the movement of her fingers until the transition was smooth.
Only then did she add her right hand, returning to a prior rehearsal mark to test the phrase. But satisfaction wasn't to be had in playing something right once. Worthwhile things took time and trouble, not luck. Mira was of the opinion that practice merely made habit -- it was perfect practice that made perfect. And piano was one of the few human inventions she had enough of an innate love for to tolerate practicing.
Satisfied with her progress on the phrase after some minutes more, the elf paused, stretching one arm across her chest before flexing her fingers. How long had she been here? In fencing and music, the young elf had a tendency to lose herself -- and with that went any sense of the outside world, focus on the task at hand rather than the realities of time.