"Aye," he answered as he leaned forward to rifle through the sheets for a bit. He brought a few pieces to the fore-front of the pile. "There's a few. Got an assortment, but wanted ta make sure there were a few good ones in there at least."
Upon inspection, the assortment of pieces that Collins brought to the forefront ranged from old classical Greek music to traditional Irish folk songs, transcriptions of songs from Collins's time of the late 1800s and early 1900s era that Collins would easily recognize, and even a few more modern songs that even Collins didn't really know but had checked they did, in fact, come from Earth. He pointed out the ones that he knew and favored and if Astarion already knew how to read them he might pick up on the fact that some seemed like they very much were shanties and bar drinking songs.
Oddly enough, Astarion has already learned that Earth and Toril share
similar musical notation - enough that using the former's sheet music
hasn't really presented a challenge. He picks up the sheet Collins has
brought to the top of the pile and hums through the first few bars - a
sailors' shanty or folk song, he thinks, something easy to play, with a
clear rhythm.
"Let me try this before I get any deeper into this bottle," he decides,
and picks up his lyre.
Collins smiled as Astarion picked up his lyre. He was all too happy to hear the lad play one of the familiar tunes. Not only that but he wanted to know how Astarion was doing with picking back up the art. He was grateful the man would play for him.
The Irishman was quiet as Astarion started the piece, content to listen and appreciate. But the song was familiar and the tune easy, and before too long he was humming along and then picked up the lyrics when the song entered a new stanza. He sang softly so as not to overpower the lyre but it was more fun than he'd had in a long while to sing along to beautiful music.
There's no protest on Astarion's part. The music is clearly intended to be sung to, after all - and although he's growing more confident with practice, his playing smoother overall, his mouth still twitches unhappily at every misplucked string or drop out of tempo. Having Collins distract himself from those mistakes with his own singing is a relief.
He ends with a light flourish and smiles. He's never going to make it as a bard, but then again, he never particularly wants to.
"I hope I didn't butcher that too bloodily, darling."
Collins seemed undisturbed by any small mistakes in the music. Sometimes these things just happened, and Astarion was improving overall. He was quite pleased with their little impromptu duet.
"Nah, lad, it was wonderful. Thank you fer playin'. I hope ya enjoy tha music and we can to this on occasion if ya like tha company."
Collins certainly did. He enjoyed the easy banter and the drinking partner and the casual music session. He hoped they could enjoy the time together as often as wanted. There wasn't much else to enjoy on this ship than a decent friend's company from time to time.
"I think we can. A small, consistent audience would be - helpful."
And he's not...entirely sure he wants many people to know he does this
much? Honestly, he'd only dropped a hint to Jedao in the first place so
he'd have a few easy garottes. Anything he does which goes beyond his
familiar spheres of sex and violence feels somehow...fragile. Embarrassing,
even.
Collins smiled encouragingly. "It would be my pleasure, lad. Anytime tha notion hits ya."
He obviously had no qualm in asking Astarion out for company so extending that courtesy to work work both ways actually pleased him. He would be delighted to help encourage both the music and the budding friendship.
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Date: 2024-01-09 11:10 am (UTC)"Of course, darling," he says, then lifts his glass in kind and takes a sip. "This music you found, is there anything here from your home?"
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Date: 2024-01-10 08:10 pm (UTC)Upon inspection, the assortment of pieces that Collins brought to the forefront ranged from old classical Greek music to traditional Irish folk songs, transcriptions of songs from Collins's time of the late 1800s and early 1900s era that Collins would easily recognize, and even a few more modern songs that even Collins didn't really know but had checked they did, in fact, come from Earth. He pointed out the ones that he knew and favored and if Astarion already knew how to read them he might pick up on the fact that some seemed like they very much were shanties and bar drinking songs.
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Date: 2024-01-11 09:03 am (UTC)Oddly enough, Astarion has already learned that Earth and Toril share similar musical notation - enough that using the former's sheet music hasn't really presented a challenge. He picks up the sheet Collins has brought to the top of the pile and hums through the first few bars - a sailors' shanty or folk song, he thinks, something easy to play, with a clear rhythm.
"Let me try this before I get any deeper into this bottle," he decides, and picks up his lyre.
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Date: 2024-01-14 05:34 pm (UTC)The Irishman was quiet as Astarion started the piece, content to listen and appreciate. But the song was familiar and the tune easy, and before too long he was humming along and then picked up the lyrics when the song entered a new stanza. He sang softly so as not to overpower the lyre but it was more fun than he'd had in a long while to sing along to beautiful music.
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Date: 2024-01-14 05:55 pm (UTC)There's no protest on Astarion's part. The music is clearly intended to be sung to, after all - and although he's growing more confident with practice, his playing smoother overall, his mouth still twitches unhappily at every misplucked string or drop out of tempo. Having Collins distract himself from those mistakes with his own singing is a relief.
He ends with a light flourish and smiles. He's never going to make it as a bard, but then again, he never particularly wants to.
"I hope I didn't butcher that too bloodily, darling."
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Date: 2024-01-22 05:35 pm (UTC)"Nah, lad, it was wonderful. Thank you fer playin'. I hope ya enjoy tha music and we can to this on occasion if ya like tha company."
Collins certainly did. He enjoyed the easy banter and the drinking partner and the casual music session. He hoped they could enjoy the time together as often as wanted. There wasn't much else to enjoy on this ship than a decent friend's company from time to time.
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Date: 2024-01-22 07:00 pm (UTC)"I think we can. A small, consistent audience would be - helpful."
And he's not...entirely sure he wants many people to know he does this much? Honestly, he'd only dropped a hint to Jedao in the first place so he'd have a few easy garottes. Anything he does which goes beyond his familiar spheres of sex and violence feels somehow...fragile. Embarrassing, even.
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Date: 2024-01-22 09:15 pm (UTC)He obviously had no qualm in asking Astarion out for company so extending that courtesy to work work both ways actually pleased him. He would be delighted to help encourage both the music and the budding friendship.