fandomtownies | Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [08/25].

Even though Tisarwat had slept a lot since Saturday, she was looking forward to keeping up her recovery from the onslaught of not only her own worst memories, but also those of a thousands-year-old, trigger-happy, imperialistic warmonger with hundreds of bodies by having a nice quiet day in the shop, with chill and mellow music playing over the stereo and trying to make some headway into the next book Lucille had lent her, which she was enjoying a lot, not only because of the more romantic themes but also because the pronouns of the main characters just made it easier for her to get into it than the last one.

A very nice, almost perfect way to spend a day in recovery.

Too bad it was turning out to be another Tuesday where Tisarwat was tempted to lock her phone in a drawer because Summer was sending her messages faster than she even would think possible for a standard human.

It wasn't all just her rambling and trying to get Tisarwat thoughts and ideas about this date she had coming up, though; Summer apparently had a new idea for the bar, and was hoping she could get Tisarwat's help with it, and trying to help was the only thing that didn't get the phone immediately thrown into the drawer. And even if Tisarwat was a little skeptical about the whole thing, she could see where Summer was coming from and agreed to help.

Which meant forgoing any attempts to get further into the book and trying to look up some music, while also delving into some suggestions Summer was sending her, too.

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Lucille had kept to herself a lot last week, mostly playing the piano, which her neighbour probably had noticed.

Now she needed new sheet music, of course.

That might just be an excuse. In any case she entered Groovy Tunes, smiling.

Tisarwat had just noped right out of the first few seconds of some screaming death metal that Summer had sent her, she assumed as a joke (Aatr's tits, Summer, please let that have been a joke) and dove right back into the softer, mellower stuff she was playing earlier as a refuge right around the time the door to the shop opeed and she prepared herself for it being that Vinyl Person.

Needless to say, when she looked up from the computer, she was pleasantly surprised, and would say as much.

"Lucille." She met her smile easily. "What a nice surprise. At least, I hope so. There isn't an issue with the piano, is there?"

"Oh, no," Lucille said. "Not at all. I just need something new to play."

"It's good to see you. I hope you are well."

Tisarwat considered, for a brief moment, a comment on the previous week and being grateful it was over, but there was no need to dredge up and revisit any of that. Then the phone on the counter buzzed with a notification and...sorry, Summer, you were going in the drawer again.

That was at least one benefit to this technology, although if she was using her implant, she could also just mute her. But anyway, she was at work, and she had a customer.

"My day started out well," she said, "and continues to get better as it goes on. Did you have something specific in mind? Or should we go have a look at what's come in to see what might pique your interest?"

"I was thinking I should be adventurous," Lucille said, "but perhaps you know a little about my taste now."

She crossed the room, heading towards the shelves while smiling at Tisarwat.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"My morning has been filled with suggestions already," Tisarwat admitted with a wry grin as she went to join Lucille over by the sheet music, "but I think they run a bit more modern than your usual preferences. Unless you want to learn piano versions of TikTok memes."

Which actually didn't sound like such a bad thing, now that she'd said it.

"I have no idea what that is," Lucille said. "But I'm going to trust your judgement."

She smiled, running herhands across the shelves. "I'm more used to learn from sheet music though. Do you read music?"

"It's some video app a friend introduced me to," Tisarwat offered, mostly waving it off, since that was hardly the more interesting part of this conversation. "Sort of just silly fun, but it's a good way to discover new music, I've found."

Way more helpful than the store's stereo, anyway.

"But I don't really know much about music at all," she then admitted contritely, "much less reading it. Is it difficult? I guess it probably wouldn't seem so to you; you pretty much taught yourself, right?"

"I did," Lucille said. "But I'm not going to make assumptions about whether it's easy for someone who doesn't play an instrument themselves."

"Which I don't," Tisarwat admitted with a rueful sort of smile and a cursory glance through some of the songs, "and never have, though I have been considering learning one of these days.. "

"I will of course try to teach you the piano, should you ever want to learn," Lucille said, pulling out a book and trying not to think about how much she wanted Tisarwat to accept the offer.

"I wouldn't want to impose," said Tisarwat, because of course she couldn't just outwardly accept, but there was absolutely nothing in her tone to suggest she cared even one bit about imposing.

"Oh, you would never impose," Lucille said with a genuine smile. "It would be my pleasure."

"Then I can hardly refuse."

Even Tisarwat couldn't help feeling a little proud of that one, but she was a little less proud of her seeming inability to locate a title for the sheet music that could add to the subtle flirting and sugggestion.

"I have to admit, though," she added, pulling out a piece and looking it over, the marks and bars nearly indecipherable as music to her at this point, "they make it difficult to try to pick a piece of music based on title alone. A lot of these are...remarkably unimaginitive."

Perhaps the ones in foreign languages were more romantically inclined, but how was anyone supposed to tell the difference between so many different Sonatas or Symphonies in Whichever Minor?

"I haven't played this in a long time," Lucille said, pulling out a piece. "It has a name that you might find more inspiring."

She smiled a little. "Of course you can't refuse."

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Tisarwat's head tilted, as she leaned in far more than strictly necessary for a better look at the title.

"Clearly a piece that should demand an evening recital," she observed.

If Lucille noticed that it was closer than necessary, she didn't let it show.

"I'm sure you will like it. It's not a beginner's piece, but I'll find something for you to start with too."

"Hearing you play it," Tisarwat straightened again to smile at Lucille, keeping some of the closeness she'd gained from leaning in, "will give me something to aspire to."

Lucille didn't know how to feel about that sudden closeness, but it was definitely not unpleasant.

"One step at a time," she said.

"Of course," Tisarwat said, her smile now taking on a touch of deference, though she was feeling glad she had been looking into how to play some beginner pieces through YouTube so that when they did get started, her attempts would be a bit more impressive. "It's hard not to get a little eager, though."

Then her eyes drifted a little from the classical pieces to some of the more modern ones.

"Maybe," she said thoughtfully, "we should pick out a more contemporary piece for you, too. It could be a challenge if you're unfamiliar with it, and it would be interesting to see if you found much difference between older compositions and new..."

"I will be happy to try," Lucille said. "It would be interesting, and I'm curious to see what you would choose."

Because she would insist that Tisarwat choose.

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