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David Haller ([info]xgene) wrote,
It was what it was. If it was his lot in life to be crazy, he'd be crazy. Having never dreamed of being anything else, he figured he'd let the minor disappointment in it go with whatever flow life took him in. If anything it balanced the 'extraordinary' part of it all. As long as each of the personas in his head were on the same team? It wasn't so bad. Sure, two of them were unsettling, one outright scaring him, but they had the same interests in mind and David would just have to trust in that. He'd have to learn how to rule over himself somehow or another, because fearing oneself couldn't be healthy.

Laughing a little at the short commentary, he shrugged Syd's shoulders and stated his opinion on it: "I think you're perfect exactly as you are." A typical line, but true nonetheless. "I don't think I'd want to try being shorter though. Or dealing with growing pains again. I was pretty average height until eighteen through twenty and suddenly bam. Six foot." As a kid he'd been excited about the prospect of being tall, but not so much the actual bones doing the growing and aching whenever he could actually feel it. Drugs had a handy effect of making that go away too.

Ah, the piano, the sight of it had David smirking and joining on the bench with ease. "I learned the basics. If you can count it as a song, I learned Mary Had a Little Lamb too just so I could get the whole thing down." Of course, looking at his hands, Syd's hands, another laugh came. "I don't think I'm gonna now how to play with these though. I have a nine-key reach with my hands. You really, really don't." But all Mary Had a Little Lamb needed was the stabbing method, so he started there.

Finding the right keys, left hand up, David sang along with the keys to the tune, not overthinking the complete change in pitch from his own voice: "B-A-G-A-BBB-AAA-B-DD-B-A-G-A-BBB-A-A-B-A-G." And holding the last G for a longer time, that was that! "Once I got to memorizing all the keys," further explained, motioning to the whole layout, another shrug followed, "then I focused on Galloping Gertie because it was just the best."


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