3 [Accidental Voice] Forwarded to the morning.

[somethingspecial]

[There's the sound of a piano playing, strong and well played, as if the person playing the piano has played this number over and over. The piano plays for a minute or two until Rachel sings softly to herself.]

I... wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas please...

[And a well practiced pause ~]

Fold 'em, let 'em hit 'em, baby, raise it, baby, stay with me... love the game, intuition, play the cards with spades to start...and after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his... heart...

[And the piano playing ceases as Rachel stops singing, her voice trailing off as her breath hitches. The recording stops shortly after that.]

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[saintedsinner]

-=Crying girl and a dead rabbit. He twists his fingers around to take the knife.=-

I'll be back in a minute.

-=He'll just go and finish gutting the thing himself. It'll take less time. And then come back with knife safely hidden away and no blood=-

.... So what were you going to teach me.

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[somethingspecial]

[She'll stare at him for a moment, sniffing, before she resolutely dries her eyes with a sleeve. Crying wasn't going to solve anything. She can cry later after she prays for the poor rabbit.]

How to -- how to -- play the piano.

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[saintedsinner]

-=The rabbit gave its life in order to feed others, Rachel. Don't dwell on it.=-

Piano, huh? -=acts as if nothing's amiss.=- Alright. Piano.

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[somethingspecial]

Have you ever played before?

[Focusing on this is easier. So is crossing her arms to not look at her hands.]

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[saintedsinner]

A bit. When I was little. -=Before mom died.=-

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[somethingspecial]

Have you tried since you got your new arm?

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[saintedsinner]

No. -=Hasn't played since mom died.=-

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[somethingspecial]

Well! If Artie can dance, you can surely play piano.

[She gestures.]

Come on.

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[saintedsinner]

-=Gives her a look, then follows her inside, hands in his pockets.=-

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[somethingspecial]

Artie is in a wheelchair.

[In explanation; and she'll sit down, carefully opening the piano to show the keys. Her fingers are still shaking slightly, so she purses her lips to get a grip and forces a smile in Edward's direction.]

So what do you know?

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[saintedsinner]

Of course you can dance in a wheelchair. -=a bit of a smirk. The trick is wanting to.=-

-=Right. Piano. He gives a one armed shrug.=- Stuff. Music.

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[somethingspecial]

And here I thought you played the piano to magically feed the poor.

[Sigh! And she'll start playing the opening chords to Poker Face. It was what she was singing, after all.]

I meant what kind of songs? How complicated are they?

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[saintedsinner]

-=He has no clue what you're playing.=-

They're common for my country. Fairly difficult if you don't know the music.

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[somethingspecial]

[And she'll stop.]

Play one for me. I can play by ear.

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[saintedsinner]

...

-=He hesitates big time. Because he knows his right hand isn't going to be able to keep up. Then with a stormy look on his face, puts his hands to the keys and plays something like this=-

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[somethingspecial]

[She grins a little as soon as she hears the familiar chords. It sounds... slightly slowed and there are some key differences in the composition, but the basic sound is still the same. She says nothing about his right hand not keeping up, instead listening intensely to the music.]

I know a song like this. It was one of the first things I ever learned to play on the piano.

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[saintedsinner]

You had something like this back home? How similar is it?

-=His face is flushed. He's a perfectionist, and every wrong note was painfully acute in his ears.=-

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[somethingspecial]

Want me to show you?

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[saintedsinner]

Sure. -=looking uninterested.=-

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[somethingspecial]

[And she will play her own Canon in D Minor, frowning to herself in concentration. Singing and dancing is her forte and she only learned how to play the piano to assist her in the other two fields -- a star can't be too diverse, after all -- and there are a few mistakes, but she'll chalk it up to the rabbit slaughter from earlier than her own inexperience.]

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[saintedsinner]

-=Ah, more mistakes. And she's been playing more recently than he has. But he's quiet through it, listening.=-

The similarities are very interesting.

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[somethingspecial]

Maybe our worlds have more in common than we thought. Music is supposed to be the universal language, after all.

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[saintedsinner]

-=snorts=-

I thought they said that love was the universal language.

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[somethingspecial]

Well, if you want to continue using cliches, then music is the language of love!

[Duh, Edward. She finishes playing with a grin.]

You're pretty good at this for not playing in awhile. I think practice twice a week should prove to be helpful and get you used to playing with your arm. Provided the piano isn't stolen or ruined in the near future.

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[saintedsinner]

-= :| is the expression you get=-

Right. -=as if he's planning to do that.=- Twice a week.