kobe_sykes (kobe_sykes) wrote in kobols_legacies, @ 2008-01-18 18:38:00 |
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Current location: | Shangri - la |
Entry tags: | (c) kobe sykes |
Piano lounge
It was the night before the Pyramid tournament and Kobe was able to catch the shuttle to the Shangri-la with a group of other officers who had been invited to spend the night on the resort liner. Some how after a little gathering with tournament event sponsors, the group of Colonial officers in civilian attire escaped to a secluded lounge that had been specially opened for guest and those participating in tomorrow’s tournament. Most importantly it had a cash bar.
After a couple bottles of Shangri-la’s special home brewed lager, Kobe was working on his third and talking with some pilots from the Pacifica. They were talking about old times aboard that battlestar, which Kobe’s reserve squadron had been attached to shortly before the start of the Second Cylon War. Some of the pilots were from his old squadron, Wolf Pack.
Somewhere in the conversation, someone had pointed to an unused grand piano in the corner and suggested how nice it would be if someone would play it. “Sure,” replied Kobe with a raised bottle of lager. Some of those around him that had no know him before the war were surprised as he walked over and lifted the cover away, and pull out the glossy wooden bench.
“I didn’t know you played?” commented one of the pilots from Avalon.
“I’m full of surprises, Spiderman.” He had learned how to play the piano since he had been a child, and had played at a piano bar when he was a student at university for some extra spending money. Kobe raised the keyboard cover up and out of the way. Seated on the bench, Kobe began with a warm up melody to check to see that the piano was in tune. He then looked back up at the pilot with the call sign of Spiderman. “Get me a large bowl and another one of these,” he lifted his bottle and took a big gulp, before placing it on a coaster atop of the piano.
“Hello everybody,” he said to get people’s attention, once he had their attention he continued. “Thought we should have some music. I’m an average player, but I get better with more drinks in me. So if you have a request, there will be a bowl up here for those,” he pointed briefly up top of the piano. “On condition, that drink donations are plentiful for me and my mates.”
He began to play a few fun tunes, some that made others in the room sing along, while others were just simple melodies. The drinks and requests had come in regularly, and everyone seem to enjoy themselves in the room.
After the end of the last piece, Kobe reached into the bowl to pick at random the next request on a folded paper napkin. It was a musical piece that held sentimental attachment for him, and perhaps others as it was popular in many colonies. The music would remind him of his wife, Kate, as it was her favorite.
After the first few cords, conversations in the room started to die down, as people started to listen and perhaps remember another time before the war.