Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Okay, the old, stupid stereo was dead.

But Starsmore had put paranoid thoughts in his head, and in spite of his attempts to keep it cool, Dante couldn't help but side-eye the amps. Just a little.

What if they did act up? What if all amps across the island did wind up rebelling or something?

"Stay," he growled. "... I'll dust you off, be good to you."

The amp said nothing.

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia came in, raised an eyebrow at the quiet produced by the lack of stereo, gave Dante a vague nod of greeting --

And then promptly headed for the back, because she was really here for just one thing.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let her. For a little bit.

After a few minutes he stood up and went out back, too, just to see how she was doing.

[okteiviakom]

She was doing just fine.

And loud.

She was starting to get a hang of the coordination between her right hand and her left. Probably had something to do with the look of determination on her face. Rhythm, though? That seemed to come naturally.

Sure, it was still pretty rough. But it was a start.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms, and... listened.

No reason to interrupt, right?

[okteiviakom]

Octavia even let him, for a while. Too wrapped up in the beat she was trying to conquer. It was aggressive, and very, very simple. But it was something.

Eventually, though, she looked up, and out came the inevitable, "What?"

Slightly less blunt in tone than it might've been in some circiumstances, though. And if there was annoyance, it was subtle.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You're good," Dante said, shrugging, unperturbed. "For a newbie anyway."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged. "It's not that hard." She rolled her shoulders. Her armor-like jacket had been shrugged off - for once - onto the floor by the drums. The t-shirt she was wearing looked too big to be hers. "Not when you focus on it."

And she happened to have the determination for that. Just ask Indra!

(The fact that you couldn't do that was probably a contributing factor to how she was throwing herself at this articular learning experience, actually.)

[rebelseekspizza]

"Mind if I get my guitar in here?" Dante asked, jabbing his thumb back towards the shop.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged again.

"You do whatever you want."

(What, like she was going to admit she'd like that? As if.)

[rebelseekspizza]

"All right," Dante said, and vanished again.

He came back a few minutes later with an amp and a shiny red guitar, and began the process of setting up without saying another word.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him quietly for a moment.

Then she rolled her shoulders, and picked up her earlier beat again.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante waited for a good opening in the beat.

One-two-three-four-one-two-three-four...

He struck a low chord, cutting in neatly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wasn't going to be adding flourishes straight away. It took enough focus just to stay on-beat.

But still. Hearing just that single chord together with her drumming... It seemed to prod at the same parts of her mind that training with the Trikru had also touched, somehow. Like an awareness was kicking in.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante, for his part, looked casual. He filled in the space between the beats with loud chords, just messing around.

Up, then down.