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3 [Accidental Voice] Forwarded to the morning.

[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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[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.

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.=-

Want me to show you?

Sure. -=looking uninterested.=-

[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.]

-=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.

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

-=snorts=-

I thought they said that love was the universal language.

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.

-= :| is the expression you get=-

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

[She's used to people :|-ing at her. It's the default expression most people give her whenever she opens her mouth.]

Maybe we could even get the piano brought to the house... or another piano.

--=That face is becoming >:[ =-

Bringing it home...

Of course. You can't celebrate Hannukah without music. ... or Christmas, I guess, is what most people celebrate here.

Oh yeah. Al told me about Christmas. We don't have that back home.

I don't celebrate it in my house, but a lot of my friends from home do.

I sang for the homeless shelters with New Directions last Christmas. It snowed and then we had to dig out my dads' car and I nearly broke my neck trying to get into the back seat. It was terrible.

At least you weren't camping out in the winter.

Wouldn't you get... you know. Frostbite?

[She reaches over to tap his metal arm with a finger to prove her point.]

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