closed | jam session.

[cozen]

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

Comments

[propulsion]

Mid-lyric, Tony locks eyes with Byerly, raises an eyebrow at the hostility emanating in his direction, looks behind a shoulder just in case, maybe, someone else walked in—

And is immediately distracted by Byerly's entrance to the dance floor, inasmuch as any available space becomes one if you want it enough. The rest of the line is lost in a cackle, delighted instead of mocking, but maintains his playing throughout. Heavy key strikes, loud and clanging and bold, but it suits the tempo and feel, maybe even to a Thedosian.

Important to note: Tony does not remember all verses of this song, dug up from his hindbrain as it is, so it's a truncated version that still features an instrumental flourish and a breakdown, relying on Ellie's dulcimer and heel-strikes and low left-hand notes in place of the drumline, before bringing it home with some flashy, end-to-end fills.

[notathreat]

Ellie lets out a wolf-whistle at the dancing, redoubles her efforts to keep the beat in time with Bastien's dancing.

Though she remembers most of the song, she can tell there's gaps in both of their memories, so at some point she just starts improvising, keeping time and finding harmonies.

Out of nowhere, they go from trying to show them a song to just having fucking fun with something they partially made up, which is really what jamming is about.