We had those at home. Mandolins. I never tried one, but--
[ But I could try. The look on her face might say it, familiarity creating the smile on her face. She gets a hand around the fingerboard, pressing down on the strings without strumming or picking at them; right now, she's as interested in the feel of it as she is the sound.
It's been a while since she got to play something like this. ]
Just a hobby. I kinda wanted to be a musician after high school, but...[ Beth shrugs, the corners of her mouth tugging down again. ] It didn't work out that way.
[ She shakes her head, attention returning to the neck of the lute. The more she holds it, the more she thinks she could get used to it. ]
No.
[ She tries a chord, or her best guess at one--some of the open strings sound the same, some don't. It's mildly discordant, close but no cigar. And Beth's hoping it's a good distraction from the fact that she's not elaborating. A self-conscious little laugh escapes her. ]
[ Bastien's not easily distracted, but he is willing not to press where pressing seems unwelcome, so he smiles like he's forgotten all about the mystery. ]
You are so close. Why don't you borrow it for a while? See what you can manage without me staring at you, and then if you have questions you can bring it back by whenever you like.
[ Her eyes widen, one hand instinctively tightening around the neck of the lute. It's a silent yes, even if what she really wants to ask is really? ]
I'll bring it back soon. [ I'll take good care of it. But he wouldn't offer if he didn't think she would, unless he's crazy rich. ] And--maybe you can show me a song on it.
[ For now, she sets it aside and comes over to her water glass. ]
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[ But I could try. The look on her face might say it, familiarity creating the smile on her face. She gets a hand around the fingerboard, pressing down on the strings without strumming or picking at them; right now, she's as interested in the feel of it as she is the sound.
It's been a while since she got to play something like this. ]
Just a hobby. I kinda wanted to be a musician after high school, but...[ Beth shrugs, the corners of her mouth tugging down again. ] It didn't work out that way.
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No?
[ Prompting. In case she's one of those who only needs a little nudge to elaborate. ]
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No.
[ She tries a chord, or her best guess at one--some of the open strings sound the same, some don't. It's mildly discordant, close but no cigar. And Beth's hoping it's a good distraction from the fact that she's not elaborating. A self-conscious little laugh escapes her. ]
Looks like I'm gonna have to take some lessons.
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You are so close. Why don't you borrow it for a while? See what you can manage without me staring at you, and then if you have questions you can bring it back by whenever you like.
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I'll bring it back soon. [ I'll take good care of it. But he wouldn't offer if he didn't think she would, unless he's crazy rich. ] And--maybe you can show me a song on it.
[ For now, she sets it aside and comes over to her water glass. ]
Do you like it here?