Nᴀʀᴜᴋᴀᴍɪ Yᴜ. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
covenantal) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
recolle2017-03-23 07:55 pm
covenantal) wrote in recolle2017-03-23 07:55 pm
[closed] when an idol discovers a songwriter.
WHO: Yu Narukami & Honoka Kousaka
WHERE: In the music room at school.
WHEN: After school Thhhhursday this week maybe, 3/23.
WHAT: Yu writes music. He tells no one this. Except for Honoka, who just kind of ... finds out.
WARNINGS: Nah.
[ Yu is always careful to be sure that the music room is empty - and that no one else seems in danger of approaching it - before he slips inside once classes are over, shutting the door behind him and heading over to the room's piano. It's a simple thing, old and well-worn, but perfectly tuned, and that's all he needs. Though usually he heads out after school to go study, some days... some days he does this, instead. Sits on the piano bench, dropping his backpack beside him and pulling out an assortment of papers.
Sheet music.
His pencil always goes behind his ear while he just plays for a while at first. Sometimes it's songs he knows, a mix of classical and more contemporary, something he might've happened to hear on the radio. Sometimes it's nothing anyone would recognize, because he's improvising, coming up with things on the spot and simply letting his fingers take him somewhere he doesn't know.
Today he's got a bit more purpose. His hand-written sheet music sits in front of him, and he's playing through it slowly, stopping often to make tweaks and additions.
He is also singing, in a soft tenor. Stopping and starting as he writes down words, but singing nonetheless.
The thing is, he wouldn't be singing if he had the least idea someone was going to happen upon him. In fact, he wouldn't be here at all. But of course, he doesn't know someone is going to walk in that door. So he keeps playing - and singing, too, oblivious to his own impending discovery. ]
WHERE: In the music room at school.
WHEN: After school Thhhhursday this week maybe, 3/23.
WHAT: Yu writes music. He tells no one this. Except for Honoka, who just kind of ... finds out.
WARNINGS: Nah.
[ Yu is always careful to be sure that the music room is empty - and that no one else seems in danger of approaching it - before he slips inside once classes are over, shutting the door behind him and heading over to the room's piano. It's a simple thing, old and well-worn, but perfectly tuned, and that's all he needs. Though usually he heads out after school to go study, some days... some days he does this, instead. Sits on the piano bench, dropping his backpack beside him and pulling out an assortment of papers.
Sheet music.
His pencil always goes behind his ear while he just plays for a while at first. Sometimes it's songs he knows, a mix of classical and more contemporary, something he might've happened to hear on the radio. Sometimes it's nothing anyone would recognize, because he's improvising, coming up with things on the spot and simply letting his fingers take him somewhere he doesn't know.
Today he's got a bit more purpose. His hand-written sheet music sits in front of him, and he's playing through it slowly, stopping often to make tweaks and additions.
He is also singing, in a soft tenor. Stopping and starting as he writes down words, but singing nonetheless.
The thing is, he wouldn't be singing if he had the least idea someone was going to happen upon him. In fact, he wouldn't be here at all. But of course, he doesn't know someone is going to walk in that door. So he keeps playing - and singing, too, oblivious to his own impending discovery. ]
no subject
She's wandering mostly idly when she passes the music room just in time to hear a run of piano music and a voice -- she wouldn't usually pay that much mind coming from the music room and all but she's positive she knows that voice. It sounds familiar enough anyway.
So she creeps up to the door and presses her ear right to the crack so she can hear better. Honoka's snooping and she knows it, so she doesn't want to try and peek through the window just yet. She wants to make sure she's hearing what she thinks she's hearing. ]
no subject
[ Pausing to murmur to himself as he lifts his pencil to notate the music. ]
I didn't want to say--
[ That line is half-said, half-sung, mostly murmured to himself as he adjusts the lyrics. He's not playing now, which will make his voice clearer. ]
If you would just believe... then maybe we could leave this town together-- [ A soft tsk. ] I need to adjust that.
[ These aren't lyrics from any song off the radio. Well, anyway, after that, he goes back to playing. Just the instrumental this time, no singing. ]
no subject
It sounds like he's... writing a song? She had no idea Yu could compose and she's suddenly a little envious. It's such a pretty song too. Honoka wishes she could write music like that.
She doesn't interrupt -- not yet. She wants to hear the rest of this lovely melody. Then she'll interrupt. ]
no subject
It's in the silence that he sits a little straighter, as if he's realized something, and then twists to look at the door. Something had felt off, something he couldn't place, and--
--Honoka.
Honoka is here, watching him.
If there was any doubt about the identity of which twin this is, it's probably erased by his reaction. Which is: a mix of shock and horror as he pulls his hands away from the keys and just kind of gapes at her, flushing pink. ]
H-Honoka-chan?
[ yikes yikes yikes ]
Did ... you hear all of that?
no subject
Of course I heard all of it!
[ Without any further ado, she throws the door open and comes barreling over to him. She practically skids to a stop by his side, nearly colliding with the piano and her eyes are positively sparkling with delight. ]
Since when could you play piano this good? Since when can you compose?! I can't believe you've been keeping all this secret, you big jerk! That sounded awesome!
fuckiNG LOSES MY SHIT LAUGHING I CAN'T BELIEV EYOU HAD THAT GIF READY
... do you remember how you used to sing to Souji and I, when we were kids?
[ They sang together, too. But what he remembers most clearly is the first time she sang for them, and how it made him feel. Like ... like the sky above them was endless. ]
IVE HAD IT OPEN IN PINNED TAB FOR ABOUT THREE DAYS
[ She's still grinning down at him and bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. The only reason she still sings today is because of all the playing around they used to do as kids -- she'd liked doing it by herself before that but there was something very different about singing for somebody and getting to see the look on their face and they listened to your song.
It's something special that she can't really get anywhere else. ]
Really feels like it was forever ago though, huh?
you're the worst
And then he shifts over on the piano bench, opening a spot for her to take a seat beside him. He keeps playing, with slightly more purpose now, a soft, pretty melody that sounds much warmer than what he was playing before. ]
It was ten years ago. But... I never stopped thinking about you. This is one of the reasons why.
[ One of his hands reaches across to press a high note. ]
After we all split up, I kept thinking about those songs. It was a lonely time in my life, and those days we'd spent together were warm in my memories. So I decided I'd keep making music, whatever it took. Our father refused to let me take piano lessons, so I taught myself in secret, at school. Same with composition.
excuse, i have done nothing wrong ever in my life
She's smiling and after a moment she sways in her seat so she can gently and affectionately bump her shoulder against his. ]
... You know, the only reason I still sing is because of you guys too. I just realized I never really thanked you for it.
Because -- I guess I didn't really know what it was like actually singing for people instead of just at them before we all started playing together. And I know that sounds super cheesy, but it's true. It was really important to me.
So I'm glad you didn't forget... all that stuff. I sure didn't.
[ about me is what she wants to say but she decides against it. It wasn't like she'd been the best friend and she couldn've tried harder to keep up with them instead of just letting them drift off and be cosigned to the mists of her mind. There's no point in dwelling on that now -- they're here and Honoka's doing her best to make up for lost time. ]
just .... gestures at all of you
I could never forget someone like you.
[ Soft and painfully sincere. ]
I never really dreamed I'd see you again. It's one of many reasons I'm ... glad Souji and I are in Recollé.
[ A beat, and even more softly: ]
I'm glad you found your dream.
i do NOT deserve to be called out like this
[ She laughs and then leans back a little, hands planted on either side of her on the seat to keep her steady while she idly kicks her feet. ]
It's kinda funny though, huh? You guys come back just in time for me to start singing again. You woulda thought I'd try it sooner, you know? But doing it professionally never really seemed like an option and I kinda petered out when I tried doing it myself.
And then when I heard the auditions were opening up I was like "okay, I'll give it a shot!" and then now I'm... doing stuff.
[ punctuates this with a little "tah dah!" gesture with her hands. ]
It's pretty crazy. I still need to pick out a song and everything for my debut and work out what I'm gonna do from there and it just doesn't really seem real. I'm just real glad you guys are gonna be there to see it all.
no one on earth has ever deserved it more than you
[ Gently, and without explanation. But ... that's exactly how he'd ended up feeling about it, too. The longer time went on the guiltier he felt for not getting in touch with her, so he never did... at least Honoka can recognize her fault. Better than him.
Slowly he'll let his song come to a close as she talks, feeling her shift and move beside him without looking at her this time. Once his hands still on the keys he sits up and rolls head on his neck, trying to release some of the tension on his shoulders. ]
So ... you don't have a song chosen yet? Have you thought about it at all?
no subject
[ She trails of and tilts her head from side to side in thought, trying to articulate just what it is she means. Eventually she gives a sigh. ]
I guess they're sorta... someone else's songs? They didn't really have me in mind when they wrote them so I dunno what kinda thoughts and feelings they put into it. So I can't really bring that out when I sing and it doesn't feel right.
Does that sound weird?
no subject
Then he looks up at the sheet music in front of him. Scribbled on, a bit smudged, covered with notations and words.
His mouth opens before he can even really think about it. ]
What if I...
[ ... ah. Now that he's started he can't exactly back out. Slowly: ]
... wrote something for you?
no subject
Really? Like-- a whole song for me to debut with? You really wanna write something for me?
[ Because it's not a question of if Honoka wants him to -- of course she does. She's touched beyond belief by the offer and the idea of singing something that such a dear friend had written just for her... she wants it more than anything. But she wants to make sure that he's sure before she gets too excited. ]
no subject
... what has he been writing music all these years for, if not for exactly this?
If not for her?
So, with a breath, Yu nods and tries a smile. ]
Yeah. I do. I just hope it'll be good enough for something as important as a debut.
no subject
[ And then like a switch flipped on, she's even brighter than before, practically bubbling over with enthusiasm. She wouldn't just be singing something written for her, it would be something written especially for her by Yu and the very thought of it is enough to get her bouncing excitedly on the piano stool. ]
I mean -- if I'm singing something you wrote then I'll be able to really sing my heart out and I'll make it sound even more amazing! It'll be perfect!
[ These two idiots are the whole reason she's even singing in the first place -- so what could be more perfect than making her debut with this song? ]
no subject
He can do this for her. If it'll mean she smiles like this more. ]
Alright. Then let's do this.
[ He taps out a single note, a few times. ]
What do you want to sing about, Honoka-chan? What would make you happy?
no subject
[ She plants her hands either side of her on the piano stool and leans back, kicking her feet out a bit. ]
I guess... something nice and bright'd be fun! I really hate gloomy songs. When I sing, I wanna make things a little brighter for people so something that'd bring them down wouldn't really work.
Maybe a kind of summery song? You know, the kinda stuff you hear people playing when they're on the beach or they're having a barbecue outside.
no subject
[ Slowly his hands start to work their way across the keys. Picking out a few notes here and there, but slowly gaining steam. It's a major key, warm and sunny, and as he picks up rhythm the sound of it becomes bouncy and cheerful. ]
Maybe... something you feel like you could dance to, but something you wouldn't mind listening to while lying on the grass and looking at the sky, either.
[ Sweet, and fun... yeah, that's exactly like Honoka, and the music he's playing slowly changes shape to match. ]
no subject
[ She trails off for a moment. She's got a very vivid image in her head but she feels a little silly saying it out loud and expecting him to translate that into music. But... well, it's what they're trying to do in the first place, right? So she takes a breath and plows on. ]
Like, maybe you've all been having fun running around all day and everyone's super hot and you're all dying and worn out. So you're kind of all flopped over in the shade together, listening to whatever's still playing on the radio on someone's phone or something. Like that! That kind of chilled out summer song.