Arms Hotel Main Ballroom [Friday]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

A very, very unenthusiastic Robin had made sure that everything was decorated and there was food out, and so forth. And no, for the record, she wasn't dressed like Robin Sparkles. No one had coerced her into it yet.

A banner read, "Welcome, Members of the Musical Community," and as guests filed in, they might take note of the registration area.

[you wait for my OCD omg which is up! have at it.]

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Re: Mingle! [06/19]

[playsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Eliot would say, when he wasn't playing, that Arpegius was really lucky to have those dashing good looks. And point out that girls like guitars way more than they liked violins.

The song, as songs must, did eventually end. The Lady Dawn fought him on that, wanting to continue across the bridge to the next section of the piece before he wrested control back squarely into his hands.

And when he was done, he wobbled a little and gave Arpegius a bright smile.

"That? Was cool."

Re: Mingle! [06/19]

[harderbetter.livejournal.com]

It would have been easy enough to segue into another song, to keep moving into another rhythm, another thrum, another beat that might as well have been the musician's own heartbeat, really.

If Arpegius was at all a talkative individual, he might have noted that his entire life was made up of such songs. Musical segues that adequately accompanied every step that he took, day in and out. Where else should an artist draw their inspiration, after all?

As it stood, he really did prefer to let his actions and his guitar do the speaking for him, and so his response was more along the lines of a pleased grin, a nod, and a thumbs-up.

It was cool, wasn't it?

Re: Mingle! [06/19]

[playsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Eliot couldn't help a short laugh.

"Thanks. You too."