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Post by Adriana Truscott on Aug 4, 2012 15:33:53 GMT -6
Adriana pushed open the door to the music shop, the little bell signaling her entrance. She looked around; there were only a few customers left. It was nearly closing time but she wanted to check out the acoustic guitars having finally been paid from her waitressing job, and this was really the only time she could make it seeing as she got done of ballet rather late.
Her short black hair swished about her shoulders. It felt strange having short hair, but she loved it. Grace really knew what she was doing.
Walking up to the guy behind the counter she bit her lip nervously feeling rather sheepish for asking silly questions. “Excuse me, but I was wondering was there any particular acoustic guitar you might recommend for a beginner.” Adriana had started learning how to play the guitar. She was far better at playing the piano but a piano was far too expensive and massive for her little flat.
((ooc: Ready for Noah. It isn't her work place but it is his, and I am assuming that it is in London?))
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Post by Noah Coulson on Aug 4, 2012 15:54:54 GMT -6
It was coming up to the end of his late shift at the music store, 'Revolution Music' in London which was one of Noah's many part-time jobs. This was the one which he truly enjoyed, however. "Inventory, yes, got it," he assured his boss when the manager had shrugged on his coat an hour ago and left Noah with the keys and such to lock up with at the end of his shift. He didn't mind working the closing shift, it meant he could be done by 7, collect some takeaway on the way home and be back home in plenty of time to read his sister Leah's bedtime story. This week it was the second Narnia book and though he wouldn't admit it to himself let alone anyone else, Noah was enjoying the hell out of himself reading it to her and making up voices for each of the characters.
Perching on the stool, Noah absent-mindedly drummed a beat on the edge of the counter before straightening with a winning smile as he realised a customer was stood on the other side of it. "Hey... it's Adr-Adriana, right?" the boy checked - he'd seen the girl many times in the shop, she tended to wistfully look over the guitars, and they'd had a few snatches of conversation when his manager wasn't scrutinising him to make sure he wasn't engaging in any 'chat' whilst on shift. He'd also checked out her Facebook profile and discovered she was a dancer and musician; there was nothing quite like 'social networking sites' for quasi-stalking of an almost-acquaintance. "Sure," he smiled encouragingly at her question, sensing she was a bit hesitant about asking in case she seemed silly in some way, before ducking out from behind the counter and nudging with his head for her to follow him over to where various guitars were hanging from the back wall of the music shop.
Stopping by one he explained, "This one is your pretty basic starter guitar but it has good durability and it's a good one to learn on and I'm not just saying that because I'm paid to say that, I learnt on this and can personally vouch for its credentials," Noah added jokingly on the end, "You wanna give it a go?" he asked, lifting the guitar down from its bracket high on the wall and offered it out to her.
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Post by Adriana Truscott on Aug 17, 2012 10:32:42 GMT -6
“Hey Rob,” she smiled at Noah, “Oh, god, sorry. It’s Noah right?” Admittedly she had looked at the name tag emblazoned on his chest. Adriana followed him toward the guitars. A slow smile formed over her features as he began to vouch for one of the guitars. “Good to know,” she said with a laugh. Then she added in a surprised tone, “Are you sure?” glancing at the closing time on the front of the shop she asked, “Won’t you be closing in a few minutes?” She took the guitar from his hands with the innocent expression of a small helpless animal.
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Post by Noah Coulson on Aug 17, 2012 11:11:54 GMT -6
Noah smiled in good humour, "Rob, Noah, close enough. Sorry I've just seen you around here, I'm not a creepy stalker who knows your name and birthday and I don't know what perfume you wear," he assured her in a dry manner but then laughed the very idea of it off as they crossed the shop to the guitar display. "I know, and now you're thinking 'the lad doth protest too much', right? 'That's probably something he's paid to say, to sell guitars', well it's not true, I'm just a bit of a uh guitar geek," Noah said, making such an admittance as though it were a confession of something heinous.
"Oh come on, I've seen you in here eyeing these guitars for weeks, so humour me and try it out," the boy encouraged her with a kind smile, adding, "Besides it takes a while to cash up and lock up for the day, so long as you promise not to steal the cash tin before I dump it in the safe, stay a while and jam. Or eye up the guitar like it might bite you, whichever," Noah added in amusement at her innocent, slightly helpless expression before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a guitar plectrum, offering it out to her. "You know any of the basics yet or are you a total newbie? I can show you a few chords to get a feel for it?" he suggested.
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Post by Adriana Truscott on Aug 17, 2012 12:05:26 GMT -6
“Are you sure you don’t know my perfume,” Adriana teased playfully then laughed. “No I believe you, you have that kind of honest face,” she motioned to his face making a sweeping motion with his hand.
“Well then, no need to tell me twice,” she told him with an excited smile and a cute shrug of her shoulders. “Thanks, but I think I know the basic chords,” she said taking the guitar from him. “May I use this seat?” she asked before walking over to one of the stools, and set the guitar in her lap. Adriana began to play a few chords of a new song she was working on. After a moment, without even realising it, she began to hum the melody.
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Post by Noah Coulson on Aug 17, 2012 15:43:01 GMT -6
"Uh... let me see if I can scrounge up some knowledge of perfume to freak you out... uh Gucci? Givenchy? Nina Ricci? Alright, I confess, I only know the names of perfumes that have good-looking girls in the TV adverts... which I think is probably the point of them, yeah?" Noah pointed out, laughing good-naturedly. "I have 'an honest face'? Um wow, thanks," he said in bemusement, then as if not quite sure if it was a good thing to have a face that was principally described as 'honest', "I think."
A smile grew then and he nodded, "Yeah, I thought so," he admitted as her enthusiasm grew and she readily took the instrument from him and sat down with it. "Course, knock yourself out," he told her with a casual shrug, glancing down at his watch before heading over to the door where the last customer, other than Adriana, had just left and flipped the sign on the shop door to read 'closed' instead. Turning back to face the shop, Noah watched the girl as she began to play and then, slowly, began to hum along a melody as she strummed, "Huh, forgive me, you're not a newbie at all, are you?" he asked, rhetorically of course, and chuckled at himself for thinking it. "It sounds good, something you're working on?"
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Post by Adriana Truscott on Aug 18, 2012 11:38:05 GMT -6
“You got it right on your first try, Gucci,” she laughed, “No it’s not, but I do have Gucci perfume,” she said. “It’s a good thing,” Adriana reassured him about his face, it being an honest one.
Lost in the music she was brought back to reality by Noah’s voice. “What?” she glanced up, “Oh. No, not exactly,” she blushed. “Thanks. Yeah, it’s something I’m working on, not sure if it’s really anything yet though.” She shrugged, “I sort of envisioned it with two people, but the only guy I know who can sing is Stephan and he hates singing in front of people,” she laughed, “Seriously I think it’s some sort of phobia of his, and probably the only thing he is scared of which is rather hilarious considering all of the things you could be scared of, and he even has a nice voice.”
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Post by Noah Coulson on Aug 18, 2012 12:14:28 GMT -6
Noah couldn't help but smile warmly as she seemed lost in her playing, only begrudgingly coming back into the room when he spoke to her - he recognised that feeling well. "Nah, didn't think so, why did you seem so hesitant about asking me about guitars then?" he asked curiously, "You are musical though, yeah? You dance don't you?"
As she explained it was something she was working on he encouraged, "Well, let's hear it then! If you like... I mean... I know how it feels bit... private sometimes when you're writing your own song and then you have to eventually share it with other people and that can be nerve-racking," he chattered slightly, so unlike how he usually was with new people but, hey, she was a fellow music lover so he automatically felt more comfortable with her than he did the average Joe on the street. "I sympathise with... Stephan, was it? I have a band with some mates and the guys reckon I have the best voice of us all but my friend Greg does lead vocals instead because, I don't know, I don't have a huge desire to be centre stage with people staring at me. It seems irrational sometimes considering I play lead guitar so there's pressure on you already to get it right and not miss a beat but... singing is different... it's... it's quite revealing, really," he supposed aloud, only then realising he'd sort of drifted off slightly as he spoke. Snapping out of it, Noah focused firmly back on her with a good natured grin, "Of course, I could be talking bollocks here and this is just revealing my own idiosyncrasies."
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