♬ the pianoman's twenty-first song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[Larry's been feeling like the castle's playing hot and cold with him lately. Things were good, then not so good, then better, then he was kidnapped and...just when he was feeling better...Christmas shows up. He wanted to ignore the whole thing, but the castle isn't making that easy. Especially not with the clothes and the snow and everything.]

[oh, and when he woke up this morning, not only were his clothes different, but his piano was gone.]

[so he's not a happy Larry. And he doesn't want to mix and mingle with people, so late in the evening he will find his way to the music room and take over the piano. First he'll sit there with his journal for a moment]

private.
First snowfall. Sam and I always spent all day outside at first snowfall. Snowmen, snow angels, snowball fights, and breaks between for hot chocolate and Christmas music at the piano...

Christmas isn't Christmas without him.
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I'll be happy to have my own clothes back tomorrow, and even more happy when all of this snow melts.

[and he'll slam the journal shut and get back to it in a bit. He doesn't want to broadcast his music right now. So...he'll slowly start to play this, as he thinks about the holiday without his kid. It's sad and if you're passing the music room feel free to overhear or walk in. He'll reopen his journal a little later to respond to anyone who wants to talk to him....but right now, this is him thinking he can get away with playing depressing music alone. Please prove him wrong.]


{backdated to last night}

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[And there's a Fred, still looking a bit unnerved by her hoops and corsets, but more worried about Larry. He'd been there for her the other night. She just manages to gather her skirts and sit facing the other side of the bench]

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[stops suddenly and looks over]

Hi.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[there is a tilt of her head and a small, quiet smile. She's still sorting out if he even wants company]

Hi.

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[small smile]

You look beautiful.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[she still just shakes her head at the idea of it]

It's just a really, really big dress. I see they got to your closet too today?

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

Seems that way. [nods]

But I have a feeling my piano was the only one to go missing.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[her brow knits up in confusion]

What happened?

mind a creeper kid?

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[the music down one particular hallway catches him as he quietly explores, so he takes a detour to creep his way to the door. Peeking in, gold eyes wide with curiosity]

not at all!

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[and he doesn't notice, so he plays on..]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[after another few moments, he slips in through the door, taking a few steps closer. And then a few more...]

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[actually finishes his song before he notices he has company]


Hi there.

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[kind of freezes when he's addressed, like he doesn't know what to do with the greeting. But then his eyes go back to the piano]

...Is that yours?

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[small smile]

No. It's for anyone who wants to play it.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[And there's a Fred, still looking a bit unnerved by her hoops and corsets, but more worried about Larry. He'd been there for her the other night. She just manages to gather her skirts and sit facing the other side of the bench]

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[stops suddenly and looks over]

Hi.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[there is a tilt of her head and a small, quiet smile. She's still sorting out if he even wants company]

Hi.

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[small smile]

You look beautiful.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[she still just shakes her head at the idea of it]

It's just a really, really big dress. I see they got to your closet too today?

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

Seems that way. [nods]

But I have a feeling my piano was the only one to go missing.

mind a creeper kid?

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[the music down one particular hallway catches him as he quietly explores, so he takes a detour to creep his way to the door. Peeking in, gold eyes wide with curiosity]

not at all!

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[and he doesn't notice, so he plays on..]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[after another few moments, he slips in through the door, taking a few steps closer. And then a few more...]

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[actually finishes his song before he notices he has company]


Hi there.

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[kind of freezes when he's addressed, like he doesn't know what to do with the greeting. But then his eyes go back to the piano]

...Is that yours?

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[small smile]

No. It's for anyone who wants to play it.