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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 26, 2007 21:17:42 GMT -5
Aesir's office is as messy as they come; chocolate frog boxes here and there, clothing littered about as well as tools and a big jar of Every flavoured beans on his desk. A rather impressive lap top computer sits on the desk, buried under blueprints, as well as a video game console and small tv in the corner and a metallic blue bass guitar and amp off in the back of the room. His personal broom is always kept in a secured bracket in the room, over a poster of his favourite Quidditch team with the autograph of the female chaser on it.
Beneath all the papers on the desk is a photo of a rather young, giggling teenage Aesir with an older gentleman, smiling down at him. An mp3 player is on one of the desks, littered with cd's and a few memory sticks.
As cluttered and messy as it is, it's cozy to say the least.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 27, 2007 6:12:50 GMT -5
Stevie approached the door carefully, and knocked a few times. Hopefully, Aesir was in there. But still... Why was he needed? He couldn't help but feel nervous. He hadn't broken any rules... Had he? He racked his brain for answers, yet came up with nothing. He guessed all there is to do is just hope he answers the door.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 27, 2007 11:09:28 GMT -5
There was a peculiar and familiar sound coming from Aesir's office, a sort of rythmic strumming, however low key.
"Come on in, s'unlocked!" he said, sounding somewhat irritated and distracted. There were a few thumps as it sounding like something was being kicked.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 27, 2007 16:41:45 GMT -5
Stevie opened the door, and peeked his head in, before stepping in. "You wanted to see me." He said, somewhat quieter than his normal voice. He tried to clear his mind, maybe sound a bit more normal. It didn't work.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 27, 2007 16:54:06 GMT -5
Aesir stood in his office, still wearing his clothing from class as he held an electric bass guitar in both hands, kicking the amp with his foot. He looked a little stymied at the piece of machinery but looked back to Stevie, his face splitting into a grin.
"So, yer probably wonderin' why yer hear, right?" he said, sounding somewhat apologetic. He left the amp alone and gave Stevie a reassuring grin. "You are in big trouble, Stevie. Big, big trouble. Ye know why? Course not, otherwise ye wouldn't look so lost."
Aesir, you're mean. You're really mean.
Aesir played a few quick notes on the bass. It sounded pretty good."Ye told me ye know guitar." he said, fixing him with a roguish grin. "I was jus' wonderin' if ye might want ter indulge me on what ye know. It'd be nice ter have other mates ter jam with and whatnot."
He gave Stevie a questioning look. "Whaddya say? With me, or against me"
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 27, 2007 17:27:09 GMT -5
Instantly, a sigh of relief came flowing from Stevie. He thought for sure he'd be in big, big trouble. But he wasn't. For hating actors so much, Stevie thought, this guy was pretty good of one.
"Sure!" He said, grinning. "Be right back." Mentally storing where this place was on Stevie's mental ever-expanding map of Hogwarts, he went off to his common room to get his guitar.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 27, 2007 17:33:44 GMT -5
Aesir smiled, happy to see that the first year boy was eager to go and fetch his guitar and indulge Aesir with a does of much needed music. He stared at his malfunctioning electronics, fixing them with a hard and menacing stare as though they would leap back to work due to the glare.
He plucked a few strings and sighed as the amp refused to be cooperative. It was going to be a long boring semester without these. Looks like he'd have to keep himself busy in other ways. He had plenty of inventions and personal projects he wouldn't mind working on again.
He though of his date with Elsbeth, which made him smile.
He thought of that Zea woman.
He smiled some more as he remembered he low cut dress.
Might not be so much of a boring year after all.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 27, 2007 17:41:13 GMT -5
Soon, Stevie returned, and knocked once more before coming in. He figured knocking first wouldn't be rude, so he did so. He was still smiling, acoustic guitar and pick in hand. He wasn't in trouble, and his teacher wanted to play music with him. He thought that was pretty awesome. And the flying teacher, no less. Though, he had no strap, so he looked around for a stool.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 27, 2007 17:54:57 GMT -5
Aesir opened the door for the boy and hung a sign with several band stickers plastered on it, onto the doorknob:
If this room is rockin' don't come a knockin'
"Alright Stevie, show me what ye got. Any kind o' music ye be into in particular? Some sort of genre er whatnot?" he asked, eager to get started. He threw a pile of Quidditch magazines off one of the stool and handed it over to Stevie.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 27, 2007 18:00:22 GMT -5
"Uh..." He took the stool, and sat on it, propping the guitar up on his leg, and holding it by the neck.
"Pretty much anything." He shrugged. He'd listen to anything with a guitar in it. Except if it's rap. Stevie hated rap. But if he had to choose just one band he liked the most, he'd probably say R.E.M..
He played a complicated string of notes, using the first three strings. Though, Stevie made it look easy. He quickly and seamlessly turned to a series of chords of all kinds, then went back to playing single notes. But he was just improvising. Eventually, he stopped, turning to Aesir.
"Any particular song you want to play?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 27, 2007 19:59:20 GMT -5
Aesir watched STevie deflty fix the strngs to his guitar, nodded in silent appreciation to the boys skills.
He's gettin there. Not too bad for a little squirt. Aesir, smiling, began plucking the strings to his guitar, not telling Stevie the name of the song, and began to sing.
"Well I don't know why I came here tonight. I got the feeling that something ain't right. I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, and I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs. Clowns to the left of me-"
He looked to Stevie, grinning. "Jokers to the right! Here I am, stuck in the middle with you."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 27, 2007 20:07:10 GMT -5
It took him a bit, he didn't really listen to much country. He eventually got it and started playing, looking more in thought than he normally does. He remembered playing this song a while ago, probably for his uncle. He was a big country fan. Eventually, he got into it, and started focusing more on just hitting the notes than remembering the notes. For the most part, he was hitting them, but some were a fret off. Not many, but some.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 27, 2007 20:30:44 GMT -5
Aesir continued to play the song once it was done, just playing the tune without singing and allowing Stevie to get a hang of it. He'd stop every now and again to show Stevie how to hold his fingers properly and a trick on how to move his hand up and down the neck easier.
He seemed to know what he was doing, and wasn't so much of a stern teacher when it came to music.
After a bit of playing, just getting the guitars sounding decent together, Aesir looked to Stevie.
"Any song in particular you'd like ter play, me boy?" he asked, smiling. He looked like he was having fun
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 27, 2007 20:47:45 GMT -5
"Hm..." He thought for a bit, then started playing a song. Bad Day by R.E.M. He loved playing the first bit, just because it sounded cool and was fairly easy to play. But, then again, playing it multiple times helps, too.
"You know this one?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 27, 2007 22:26:28 GMT -5
Aesir shook his head. "Negatory. Don't know it, but let's give it a try. Lead the way, Stevie Wonder." he said, his laughter following suit.
He let Stevie show him how the song went for a bit, being able to counterpoint Stevie's playing to a mildly successful degree despite the fact it was completely different than the original song. He allowed the young Gryffindor to even correct him once or twice before they ended the song again.
Aesir grinned as he began to play the bass again, this time the tune definitely beginning with a little more funk.
"Yeah, there was a funky singer, playin' in a rock & Roll Band! And never had no problems, yeah, burnin' down one night stands, and everything around me, yeah. Got to stop to feelin' so low. And I decided quickly, yes I did, to disco down and check out the show."
He tapped his feet loudly to simulate some drum rhythm as he bobbed his head to the beat, grinning slyly as he sang.
"Yeah they was dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'. And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted 'Play that funky music white boy! Play that funky music right! Play that funky music white boy! Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die!' Till you die, oh till you die!"
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