(I'm secretly very glad you said that.) She shrugged easily, her collarbones shifting against her skin. "Let's just say I wouldn't be too heartbroken about your rejection."
(Not so secret anymore, hehe) "That's understandable," he said, standing up. "I know it's unlikely, but do you think they have a piano here? I wouldn't be surprised, considering how nice the interior is."
"They do," she said, nodding. "In the library. Do you play?" (I'm about to go watch a movie with my mum, but I'll probably be back in about an hour and a half, if you'll still be up.)
"I do. I have played piano since I was very young, and now I normally do it when I am bored, stressed, angry, or have nothing better to do. I assume you're going to stay here, so I will find my way to the library. Thanks." He moved to the exit, opening it to leave. (I'll be on. Have fun! ) Edit: (Someone told me Francis looks vaguely like Spoiler: Matt Bomer Big files im so sorry. )
(Oh! Yeah, I can totally see that. Francis is handsome!) She hesitated, and then looked up from the floor. "Are you any good?"
(Aren't all wealthy people?) He stopped, holding the door open. "I'd better be. All those years of work must mean something." (I'm also working on a really dramatic picture for Francis c: )
(I'm so excited!!) "Then I'm going to come listen," Poppy said standing up. She joined him at the door and looked up at him expectantly. "Go on, then."
"I play the cello," she said. "A little bit of viola too." They went down the spiral staircase, and turned left, their footsteps loud on the metal floors. "I wish that I had learned piano, though. It would have made things so much easier."
"I dabbled in violin, but I'm not nearly as good as I hope to be. Piano and saxophone are my main two, but I have learned many more."
"Violin is overrated," she said as they entered the library. "I am surprised about the saxophone thing, though. I can't really imagine you doing smooth jazz." The piano sat in the corner, slightly dusty from disuse.
Francis brushed the top of it, dust flying away. He opened the case, revealing the black and white keys. Pulling out the seat he sat down and looked at her. "Are you ready to have your mind blown? I must warn you, I normally do this song to warm up and it's a bit... repetitive."
She laughed, but it sounded a bit apprehensive. "As long as it's not Bolero, then I'm good," she said, pulling up a chair and looking at him expectantly. "I'm ready."
He turned back around, facing the keys. "Nope! It's Chopin," he said, then silencing himself. He took a deep breathe, shutting his eyes for a moment, as if imagining the sheet music. His fingers moved suddenly, playing quickly and diligently with expert precision. Spoiler: Chopin Etude Op. 10 No. 1 is what he's playing.
Poppy was very still, resting her fingers on her lips as she listened. Her eyes followed his hands diligently as they flew up and down the keyboard. When he finished though, she moved again, shaking her head in disbelief and laughing slightly. "That's... ridiculous," she said, grinning up at him. "It sounds lovely, but that's just insane."
"I know, which is why I like it. I mean, it's not like Moonlight Sonata or Clair de Lune, but it still intrigues me." He was staring at the keys with awe, before looking back at her. "Do you have any favorites?"
"Piano pieces? Most of the piano I listen to are accompanying cello or viola." A strange look came over her face, and she turned her head to him suddenly. "Do you know Contrapunctus 14? By Bach? The Art of Fugue?" (Do you play piano in real life?) Spoiler: You're getting Eluuna's actual favorites here
(I began to learn, but had to stop to focus more on studies, but I do like to listen to classical music a lot!) "I do recall learning that one, yes. Do you like it?" he asked, leaning back a bit.
(Oh, cool!) She paused, choosing her words carefully. "I do. My mother wanted to learn how to play it," she said eventually, her gaze staring out into space as she thought. "So it was always playing in my house. If she wasn't practicing it, then she was listening to it." She frowned but said nothing more, and instead refocused and looked up at him. "What about you? What are your favorites?"
He considered her words for a moment, then began to play the song she was reminiscing quietly, focusing on his own movements. "Well, Fantaisie Impromptu has always been a nice one to play, but nothing beats the 3rd movement of Moonlight Sonata."
