Alex loves to eat (nanwu) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-10-16 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alex jiang, character: ambriel triádhos, location: class - music room |
thread: music man (alex & open)
WHO: Alex Jiang & Open
WHEN: Oct. 16, after classes
WHERE: Music room
Alex knew that some Broadway purists would be pissed at touching or changing anything that Sondheim did for Sweeney Todd but he hoped that they were numbered few at the school. He and that girl Jae were supposed to work together, but she was avoinding him and acted kinda stiff around him. Almost like she was afraid of him. She was supposedly some sort of were, which could easily tear him limb from limb, but that was the impression she gave him. She hurried out as soon as they'd finish running over the scores together and he now sat at the piano, poking at the keys and trying to see what else they could do other than just having her banging at the ivories throughout the entirety of the play. He was thinking . . . rock opera. It would be hard to sell that to Ms. Eduoard, but maybe he could get away with it? But not just any sort of rock opera, but adding an underlying electronic feel. The play took place during the Industrial Revolution. He could think of some sick beats to maybe add underneath to give it the sound of metal grinding on metal to add to the harshness of that time period. Music was really where Alex's creativity got going and more often than not, it was why his homework didn't get done. Licking at his lips he pressed the simple tune on the piano down, echoing against the solid acoustics of the music room. "Hm," he said and reached over to his MacBook that sat nearby and then pulled it over to play some of Jae's playing again. The piano sounded good, and he wondered if he could get his parents to send them his computer's musical keyboard so she could record more of a bar-style piano sound. She supposedly played some violin, he could work with that too. Snatching the pencil from behind his ear, he scratched a number of notes onto some blank manuscript paper with lines already drawn for musicians to fill in. He made for an interesting site though. While clearly Asian in appearance, his hair was a choppy bleached blond and he wore a pair of bright red orange skinny jeans with a black button up shirt and a bright white bow tie. The shirt was short sleeved and he had on saddle shoes. His heel began bouncing up and down to the rhythm in his mind as the notes swirled around, trying to find cohesiveness to make for a good composition. Sondheim may never forgive him, but he was sure he could make it one hell of a show. |