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Who: Cain Knightlord and Charles Fei-Ong
What: Killing two birds with one stone IE some concert practice with a side of detective work
Where: High school auditorium
When: Backdated to the week before the event
Warnings: N/A

[guess who's shown up at the designated meeting spot way before the actual meeting time? this guy! surprising, considering how rare it is for him to even manage being punctual. the stage of the auditorium was cluttered with bits and bobs from drama practice and mediocre music classes though, so of course he had to take it upon himself to make the stage presentable. even if it's only a recital round, and not even a dress recital at that, everything must be in perfect working order.

so here he'll be waiting, already tuning his own ~~stolen~~ borrowed violin up at one of two stands that have been placed in the very front and center of the stage. it's not exactly as grand as he's used to, but it'll do for now.]

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[Cain had been reluctant to receive the invitation, especially after their last outing had ended, but... he had agreed to the concert (and his ego wanted to show off), so he was showing up for practise right on time.]

Wow... you even set the stage.

Naturally. [not a beat is missed in his tuning, and he gestures with an elbow to the stand beside his own.]

Adjust yours accordingly and let's get started.

[Hopping up on the stage and getting out his own (also stolen) violin, he makes sure everything is set up properly as quickly as he can. Maybe this won't be so bad after all... just so actual practise.]

Ready.

[that could very well be true! except "normal" is pretty much exactly how things started the first time... he has a bad tendency of pairing music with mini-inquisitions, apparently.]

This piece, then. [flipping his own book open to Assorted Classical Piece (that they have probably practiced one too many times but practice makes perfect), readying his violin and waiting for Cain to catch up before starting.]

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[If Cain is good at one thing, it's obsessively practising something over and over until he's absolutely perfect at it.

Setting his bow in the ready position, he gives Charles a small nod and plays the first few notes.

It's sad they probably make lovely music together.]

[it is one of the most tragic things in the city, probably. two absolute brats creating something that sounds straight out of a national orchestra. there's that whole saying about poor personalities ruining beautiful work...

but he'll play through the song as flawlessly as Cain manages it. is there really even a point in doing a practice run by now the world may never know. he doesn't look very pleased for the duration of the song though, and his expression sours the further into the piece they get.]

[Cain can just about see Charles from the peripheral of his vision, though most of his attention is on the score in front of him.

Why is he looking so soured? Neither of them are out of tune, they've both flawlessly hit every note... It's only when the song ends that he sets the violin aside and raises an eyebrow.]

Is that what you always look like while playing?

[he lowers his own violin, looking huffy in a disbelieving way like he can't even imagine why something like that would have come to Cain's mind.]

Of course not, don't be ridiculous. You've seen me play before. [bow still in hand, he makes a sweeping gesture out into the audience seating.] The acoustics in this place are horrendous, that's all. Even that cramped music room disperses sound in a better way. This place is nothing more than a glorified gymnasium with bedsheets for curtains. [charles why... looks like his question is sitting on the backburner until he gets his snobby perfectionist fit out of his system, too.]

[He doesn't know enough about acoustics to know if that's true or not, but he wouldn't admit his ignorance for a second. He just nods as though he had also been contemplating the same dire issue.]

Why not hold the concert in the church? Surely the stone walls will produce a better sound than here? The audience could sit in the pews and we could remove the altar to build a stage for the night.

[well it's nice to have someone agree with him! even if Cain is likely one of the only people in town who would concerning this particular matter. the acoustics would be completely fine by the standards of any rational person.

he's seriously contemplating that suggestion though, free hand placed against his hip as he surveys the area.] Vaulted ceilings aren't always the best since they can enhance echoes and unwanted background noise, but I have a feeling it would be better than this place. We'll have another rehearsal there to test the sound quality before making a proper decision. The ceiling there isn't too high, either... [kinda trailing off a bit and mumbling to himself at the end there, this is clearly serious business.]

[Successful bluffing is go! He feels a tiny swell of relief as he realises he said the right thing, nodding agreeably to whatever decisions Charles is making.]

You're the maestro, Just Charles, you know best.

[he gets an irritated look at the nickname, which Charles hasn't really reacted to in a while, but it totally throws off the other parts of that statement! it doesn't sound impressive at all when you throw a sneaky insult in there.]

Let's hope your suggestion is decent enough. I highly doubt there are any other places in town that could substitute as a proper stage if push came to shove.

[He couldn't just give Charles an actual compliment, that would be against the rules of their trolling friendship.]

Would you like to go and test it now? Though we might have to put up with the clergy at the same time.

[their like some strange fraternity with all of their weird friendship stipulations...]

I don't want to deal with that right now. [whether he's talking about the drone portion of the clergy or the half that he knows is up in the air...] There might be a back room that we could practice in, but it wouldn't give off quite the same sound as the open chapel area. I'm not certain it would be worth the hassle of hauling all of the equipment over there.

[Either half of the clergy would be equally as annoying, lets not lie now.]

Then we'll just have to practise here for tonight, and try the church another time. Besides, we can still make sure we're in tune, even if the hall isn't.

[sometimes he likes pretending his favorite group of people are less annoying than drones though...!]

I suppose we'll have to make do. We improve the sound quality of the hall simply by playing, so it isn't an unbearable practice area, if nothing else. [arrogance? what arrogance?? he moves his bow to the hand still holding his violin and leans forward to flip through the music book again.]

[Wow, that's some ego! It's just a shame Cain shares it... he knows they're good, okay?]

Have you picked a full arrangement for us to play at the concert yet?

[being perfectly aware of talent and flaunting it is totally kosher, no one will ever convince him otherwise.]

I have a few things in mind, but I've not settled on any one in particular yet. I was also considering crafting an original medley from several pieces. Is there anything in particular you're dying to perform?

I have become quite fond of Handel's Water Music, though if it doesn't fit with the tone of the other pieces then that's fine.

Classic. I like it. [not exactly one of his favorites, but it is easily recognisable and very stately-sounding. he nods to himself and flips through a few more pages.] I'll see what I can do.

[and then, because he actually has learned how to make marginally smoother transitions than giant over-the-top hints:] -Ah, about the date and time of the performance. Was there anything you had in mind?

[He thought Charles might like it. Cain loves it because of the lilting sound that is very reminiscent of water, of rain... things he's always loved.]

I would suggest Friday night. It's at the end of the school week, but not too close to Sunday that the drone clergy would disturb us.

This Friday night, correct? [he pauses and flips between two pages for a moment before continuing on.] I don't wish to risk waiting too long and running into any hold ups.

[like the town going batshit again, that would definitely be problematic]

[What a shame the town is a douchebag and will be going batshit before they get the chance.]

This Friday, right. We could lay on a buffet for before, it could entice a few more people to make the effort to come.

[mayfield is always impeccably timed to leave them high and dry...]

Ah, yes. The time-tested lure of free food. [he doesn't look or sound enthusiastic at all, surprise surprise.] I'd normally say that anyone not interested in attending the concert for the music alone out to be banned from entering, but that could eliminate a vast majority of the town.

[He's such an elitist.]

Perhaps free food will be what brings them, but they could be converted to lovers of music.