12.Dec.20, 01:21 PM
After one final check to make sure things were right Gangleri got the show started with a boisterous announcement, his booming voice more than enough to fill the room as he announced the birthday and the festivities. He combined the notes he'd gotten before hand about the birthday boy's accomplishments and finer qualities with embellished stories of potential future accomplishments. Nothing too embellished, just grand and elaborate well wishing and hype of his potential in the turns to come.
He ignored the persisting itch as they got through the usual portions of the celebration. Gangleri hammed up the gifts as they were revealed one by one, adding color commentary when appropriate for laughs, careful to never punch down, always praising and lifting up. There were no bad gifts, just occasionally ones that needed a bit of positive spin to make them really shine. And that was all fine to Gangleri, this was what he lived for, bringing a bit of added life to these moments, a bit more joy.
But the itching was getting worse. Gangleri couldn't help but sneak a few casual scratches, shifted the guitar around so that the strap could rub at a spot on his back for a bit of added relief. By the time he got through his first full and proper song and not just a background melody to back his announcements, he realized something was very, very wrong.
The itch was overwhelming and refused to be ignored, but the show would have to go on. He would just have to be a bit creative. So instead of staying on his little stool to play he got up, moving around to casually lean against the wall to use the stone surface to provide a moment of glorious relief as he tried to disguise the scratching with a dance.
He ignored the persisting itch as they got through the usual portions of the celebration. Gangleri hammed up the gifts as they were revealed one by one, adding color commentary when appropriate for laughs, careful to never punch down, always praising and lifting up. There were no bad gifts, just occasionally ones that needed a bit of positive spin to make them really shine. And that was all fine to Gangleri, this was what he lived for, bringing a bit of added life to these moments, a bit more joy.
But the itching was getting worse. Gangleri couldn't help but sneak a few casual scratches, shifted the guitar around so that the strap could rub at a spot on his back for a bit of added relief. By the time he got through his first full and proper song and not just a background melody to back his announcements, he realized something was very, very wrong.
The itch was overwhelming and refused to be ignored, but the show would have to go on. He would just have to be a bit creative. So instead of staying on his little stool to play he got up, moving around to casually lean against the wall to use the stone surface to provide a moment of glorious relief as he tried to disguise the scratching with a dance.