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Sean Hanna (sean_hanna) wrote in omega_reality,

"Something from home." While the song file queued up, he set the computer on the bed and moved around so he could watch her face while she listened to it. This was for her, after all, and he wanted to see her reaction. "It's the piece I wrote for this year's concert, actually. So, you have to pretend the instruments aren't quite so tinny sounding and you're sitting in Lincoln Center with Moms while I'm onstage with the Jazz Orchestra," he explained with a grin before pressing play.

The music wasn't exactly the same as what he'd originally written at home. There were some subtle orchestration differences in the style between the two worlds and he'd borrowed some motifs from this dimension that had sounded better than what he'd known at home. But, it was mostly the same, a bright combination of Jazz and Gospel melodies that told the story of a brother who was proud of his big sister and what she'd become, even if he missed her when she was gone.

He'd used different instruments to represent each of the family in a manner similar to Peter and the Wolf. Jenna herself was the alto flute with it's tones that were deeper, stronger, but still feminine. Moms was the piano, a constant presence in the background offering the supporting chords that lifted the melodies and threaded them all together. He'd assigned the bari sax to Dad, it's low even tones holding up and echoing the flute in harmonies that were similar, but individual just like Dad and Jenna. The brass line played the Corps, leading his sister across the sea and back.

Of course, the line that represented Sean was the alto sax line and the sax solo he'd played himself and recorded rather than generating by computer. The solo came near the end of the piece and he'd planned for that to be his final welcome home for Jenna, building into a crescendo with the rest of the piece until the final flute trill.

Watching her intently, he grinned as it ended and handed her a copy he'd burned to CD for her. They didn't have a printer at the house, so he'd had to design the insert for the jewel case himself, something abstract in yellows and greens with the title Jen's Homecoming along the bottom where she could clearly read it. "I figure you ought to have a copy of it, if you like it."