20.Aug.19, 08:34 AM
Kitt grinned as J’shom said he was welcome as long as he liked. He almost joked about ‘how’s forever, then,’ but wisely bit his tongue. “Thank you,” he said instead.
From his favored nickname back to his full name. That was… less than ideal. Oh well. He took the book back with a bright smile and flipped through it till he found one he liked.
“Wayward Gaze,” He replied setting the notebook in a stand so they could both see, and holding it open. It was a silly little song about a cot holder who kept getting in trouble because of a wandering eye—tripping over unseen obstacles, seeing things he shouldn’t, and the like. The troubles got more and more ridiculous and the melody tumbled over itself like the man stumbling through his life. It was meant to also have a piper on the harmony, but they could make due. He especially liked the tripping little interludes between verses, and knew J’shom liked a challenge on his favored instrument.
He hummed a bar for J’shom to catch the introduction, then ran through the song, humming the harp part first, then running through it again with the words, humming when he forgot one or couldn’t read his handwriting quickly enough. Kitt poured a glass of water from a pitcher on the sideboard and took a few sips while the Harper ran through the first few bars to get a feel for it.
They ran through the song a few times, frequently stopping and starting a section again, or hopping ahead to a tricky part. Unlike teaching songs or other known ones, they usually didn’t run the songs Kitt collected straight through right away, learning the various bits then stitching it all together after they were comfortable.
From his favored nickname back to his full name. That was… less than ideal. Oh well. He took the book back with a bright smile and flipped through it till he found one he liked.
“Wayward Gaze,” He replied setting the notebook in a stand so they could both see, and holding it open. It was a silly little song about a cot holder who kept getting in trouble because of a wandering eye—tripping over unseen obstacles, seeing things he shouldn’t, and the like. The troubles got more and more ridiculous and the melody tumbled over itself like the man stumbling through his life. It was meant to also have a piper on the harmony, but they could make due. He especially liked the tripping little interludes between verses, and knew J’shom liked a challenge on his favored instrument.
He hummed a bar for J’shom to catch the introduction, then ran through the song, humming the harp part first, then running through it again with the words, humming when he forgot one or couldn’t read his handwriting quickly enough. Kitt poured a glass of water from a pitcher on the sideboard and took a few sips while the Harper ran through the first few bars to get a feel for it.
They ran through the song a few times, frequently stopping and starting a section again, or hopping ahead to a tricky part. Unlike teaching songs or other known ones, they usually didn’t run the songs Kitt collected straight through right away, learning the various bits then stitching it all together after they were comfortable.