closed | jam session.

[cozen]

WHO: Ellie, Tony, Byerly, Bastien
WHAT: A recording session
WHEN: Vaguely now
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: As planned and promised.

Comments

[cozen]

"Even worse?" has punctured Bastien's brow-furrowing attempts to decide how they could defeat Corypheus through the power of rock, or at least convince Flint that they could.

He looks down at his cello. Even worse. Coming to a decision, he tilts it by the neck away from him, toward someone—anyone—else.

"One of you do it. I'm not sure I can."

[notathreat]

Ellie pulls a face at Bastien offers the bow to her, not wanting to fuck it up, but the draw is so strong and his eyes are so sincere, and this isn't a night for abstaining from the things she wants to try.

She reaches out to accept the bow. She knows the basics of holding it, so she doesn't look like a total idiot, at least -- but she soon finds that it's a little too slidey, so she taps a little more rosin on the base, by the frog.

Starts by the base, and does a long, slow, strong drag on the C. Adds the G, and slides her pointer finger down toward the bridge.

It does sound remarkably like the purr of an electric guitar.

She nods to Byerly. It would probably work even better on a fiddle.