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[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

Date/time: May 22nd, evening
Location: The ballroom
Status: Public
Summary: Just making Murdoc available to be played with, maybe also for merging him into Joe and Belial's plans.


Originally, he had only wanted to take a look around and opened the door to the ballroom to quickly glance in and leave again.

Then he had spotted the piano there. It may have been a mismatch for a man of his profession, but he loved theater, and he loved music.

He entered the room, walking over to the instrument and carefully tried a few keys to see if it was in need of tuning.

It was not.

He slid onto the stool in front of it without thinking about it and tried a tune. He kept it simple at first, feeling the years of too little practice in the somewhat sluggish reaction of his fingers and almost-mistakes.

Soon, though, he picked up both confidence and speed, moving on to something a bit more sophisticated.

Comments

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

Joe smiled at his two guests. "Same as always?" he asked, already taking down a glass for Coke and another for wine.

[lordofsin]

"Yes, thank you. By the way, have you gotten any volunteers?" Belial slid onto a stool next to Murdoc.

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

Joe shook his head. "No," he said as he put down the glasses in front of his guests. "Either no one reads posters or no one's interested."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"Volunteers for what?" Murdoc asked, looking from one to the other.

[lordofsin]

"A band," Belial answered. "By the way, Joe, Murdoc here plays the piano. I heard him."

He grinned at Murdoc and gestured to the notice in the bar.

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"I used to, a little," Murdoc said. "I haven't played in a long time."

He glanced at the notice.

"Well, except for just now. You're probably looking for someone with a lot more practice."

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

Joe raised an eyebrow at Belial, hoping for his more detailed judgement of what he had heard.

[lordofsin]

Belial shrugged. "It sounded good enough to me, and I've heard quite a few players."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Murdoc said. "So have I, and I know my skill isn't what it used to be. Doesn't mean I'll not help out if you think I'm good enough for it, though."

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

"Until proven differently, I trust Belial's judgement," Joe declared.

[lordofsin]

Belial's lips twitched. That was a new one. Still, he did mean it. "I think you're good enough."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"How long had you been listening?" Murdoc asked, a little suspiciously.

"And how large is your band yet?"

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

"Not very," Joe admitted. thenhe chuckled a little as a thought came to him. "You can have a formal audition if you want to..."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"I'll take one if you want me to," Murdoc said. "Otherwise you'll hear me at the first rehearsal at the latest."

[lordofsin]

"Not too long," Belial responded, sipping his wine. "An audition would be nice, though; Joe should probably judge for himself if you're what he wants."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"Can you leave the bar at this point?" Murdoc asked the barman.

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

Joe looked around the otherwise empty bar.

"Right now, I think I can afford to leave for a bit," he decided.

He walked around the bar to join his two guests. "Shall we?"

[lordofsin]

"Of course," Belial grinned.

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"Fine then," Murdoc said. "Let's go." He turned to leave the bar and return to the ball room and the piano.

[lordofsin]

"After you," Belial gestured to Joe.

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

Murdoc walked back to where the piano stood with them and sat down at the instrument.

"Anyting specific?" he asked.

[lordofsin]

The demon shrugged, glancing at Joe. "He's in charge."

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

"What were you playing when he heard you?" Joe asked.