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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 19, 2011 23:44:11 GMT -8
Lou Page entered the Chrysalis, looking around. It had been a long day and what he really wanted to do that evening was go home and sleep, but that's what days were usually for. He wove his way through the tables, straightening a chair here, rearranging a seat there until it was easy to get in and out of each of them. His gaze moved to the dance floor, clear and smooth enough that the ladies' heels wouldn't get caught on it. With those things confirmed he headed over to the stage, frowning at the piano. With Jack up and gone suddenly they were short a pianist. It wasn't the end of the world, but they sure could use one.
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Post by cloudninelives on Nov 20, 2011 6:53:39 GMT -8
Pouncival smiled at the door he stood in front of. He had been working here as a bartender for a short while and the novelty of having a good job had not yet worn off. There was more life in this building in one night than there had ever been back in Wales and he couldn't get enough.
He grinned and walked through confidently, nearly bouncing with glee. He dropped his bag in a back room and got his work clothes out; neatly folded and beautifully clean.
He didn't want to ruin all his hard work of cleaning the clothes just yet, so he decided to go for a look around, strolling out of the room and over to the bar where he would work. He checked that everything was working and in the right place and very nearly poured himself a drink, but stopped in time to remind himself that it would be wrong and practically stealing and he didn't like stealing because it was wrong. He mentally patted himself on the back and thanked the Everlasting Cat that he hadn't given in to temptation when he saw Lou, the bandleader, walking around on the stage.
He watched for a bit, trying to work out what Lou was doing- he seemed to be frowning at the piano now, maybe it was broken? Pounce wandered over, eager to help and be friendly.
'Is there something the matter, sir?' he asked pleasantly, standing just in front of the stage and looking up at the older cat.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 20, 2011 8:41:49 GMT -8
The brown tabby startled at the voice, "Oh goodness, Pouncival. I didn't hear you come in." He considered the question for a moment before shrugging, "Not really I suppose. Just the day to day life of keeping a band of wanderers together."
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Post by cloudninelives on Nov 21, 2011 8:47:39 GMT -8
'Oh OK.' Pounce grinned. He supposed he had been quite quiet, and startling Lou had been funny, if unintentional. 'A band of wanderers- I like that sir! That's quite a line, it is. How long do you reckon we've got until the onslaught?'
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 21, 2011 9:11:31 GMT -8
Lou considered that for a moment, checking his watch, "An hour and a half til the doorman shows up and I unlock the doors."
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Post by cloudninelives on Nov 22, 2011 12:29:55 GMT -8
'Ah the good life, eh Sir? Going to be playing any good tunes tonight on your, er, trombone is it?' Pouncival stopped to think. It began with 'T' for certain, but he couldn't remember the name- the closest they'd had at home had been a sort of pipe that his dad had bought home one day. It hadn't been nearly as shiny as Lou's instrument...
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2011 19:31:44 GMT -8
The bandleader arched a brow at that, "Trumpet, lad. Trumpet. And we'll see what the crowd wants. Nothing new at this point."
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Post by cloudninelives on Nov 23, 2011 9:59:43 GMT -8
Pounce frowned, trying to fix the name in his head- he got the impression that Lou wasn't too impressed by his having got the instrument wrong! 'Trumpet, trumpet. OK, then. Need any help setting things up? I might as well help you seeing as I'm all ready!' He smiled pleasantly, then faltered. 'Oh- bar my uniform! But I don't want to get it dirty yet...' his smile cranked back up again, and he didn't care that he probably looked a bit like a frog...
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 23, 2011 11:17:36 GMT -8
Lou grinned a bit at that, "Not much to set up, really. Though we ought to move that piano more toward the back so it's not as obvious we're short a pianist."
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Post by cloudninelives on Nov 24, 2011 13:58:23 GMT -8
'Sure!' Pounce nodded vigorously.
'Hey, wait- what was that about the pianist? Where did he go? I'm sure I saw him around just yesterday! He was playing that fun dancing tune, you know, the one that went like hmm hmmmm la di da drrrrum hmm?' Pounce tried in vain to mimic the sound the piano had made, giving up when he realised how silly he sounded. His ear flicked embarrassedly and he looked down, hoping against hope that Lou could understand what he'd meant...
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 25, 2011 14:14:15 GMT -8
Lou smiled faintly at that, but shook his head, "No, he up and quit about two days ago. I ain't seen him since."
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Post by cloudninelives on Nov 26, 2011 8:24:31 GMT -8
'Oh no!' Pounce cried. 'What are you going to do? Is there a back up player? I mean- I can play piano a bit. Wait- what about you yourself- can you play instead?' He babbled, worried about the fate of his new colleagues' band and his own pleasure at listening to them play.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 26, 2011 10:11:30 GMT -8
"We'll do fine without if need be. It's not as though a piano is a staple. It helps, but isn't necessary exactly." He paused for a moment, "You said you play?"
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Post by cloudninelives on Nov 27, 2011 9:36:57 GMT -8
'Well, only a couple of tunes from the pub band back in Wales- nothing fancy or jazzy enough for here, but I can play notes Sir.' Pounce stood proudly. Maybe, just maybe...
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 27, 2011 11:19:41 GMT -8
Lou motioned to the piano, "Well, a lot of jazz is improvisation. Let's hear what you've got, lad."
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