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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2009 23:08:40 GMT -5
Here is the front end of the store where all the pretty expensive things are displayed to taunt you.
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Post by elizabethmason on Apr 24, 2009 2:41:11 GMT -5
Elizabeth sat down at her favorite piano, a Steinway Grand, and set her tea cup on a coaster. She had just opened her shop for the day and she loved nothing better in the morning than a cup of tea and some Debussy. As her fingers drifted lovingly over the ivory keys, the music floated out into the busy Manhattan street, enticing passersby to stop and listen. ((the song she's playing: www.ilike.com/artist/Claude+Debussy/track/Claire+de+Lune )) |
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Apr 24, 2009 4:28:18 GMT -5
Catherine sauntered down the street on this early Tuesday morning when she heard the beautiful, angelic music that she recognized as Claire de Lune by French composer Claude Debussy, coming from a nearby music shop. She loved the piano. Besides the violin, she thought it produced the most beautiful sound. She love the feeling of peace it gave her. Walking into the shop, she noticed a woman who was sitting and playing. Not wanting to disturb the woman or stop the music, Catherine waited until she finished playing.
"That is a beautiful piece."
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Post by elizabethmason on Apr 24, 2009 9:56:52 GMT -5
She looked up as the girl entered and smiled at her, but continued playing. As the last notes faded away, she took a sip of her tea. "I have to agree with you on that, my dear. Absolutely beautiful."
Elizabeth started playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata as she examined the girl, finding it easy to multi task. She was obviously rich, her clothes and cleanliness stated that much, but her face looked sweet. Sincere and kind. She smiled at the girl again. "Do you play?"
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Apr 24, 2009 18:27:59 GMT -5
Her eyes twinkled as the woman started to play Moonlight Sonata. When she was younger she would lay on the couch and listen to her mother play it. The tune was haunting, yet beautiful. "Yes, ma'am..." She paused. Or was it miss? She was unsure if the lady was married or not, so she just smiled sweetly. "Since the age of eight. I'm afraid I have not yet reached your level of expertise."
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Post by elizabethmason on Apr 24, 2009 18:39:56 GMT -5
She smiled softly at the girl and winked, “Well, I might have a bit more experience than you, but I’m sure that, in time, you will be fantastic.” She stopped playing and stood up, putting out a delicate hand to the girl. “I am Ms. Mason, by the way. You may call me Elizabeth if you like.”
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Apr 24, 2009 20:27:22 GMT -5
Catherine looked at Elizabeth's hand for a second, wondering what she was to do with it. A hand shake wasn't exactly proper when addressing someone older. She took a step back and curtsied.
"Catherine Woodruff. Pleased to meet you." It was unusual for her to call an adult by their name, especially one who was not of relation. "Have you been playing long?"
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Post by elizabethmason on Apr 26, 2009 20:34:13 GMT -5
Elizabeth sighed inwardly. After so much time with street children, she had almost forgotten how rigid and formal the rich could be. She withdrew her hand and also curtsied, then sat back down at the piano. Picking up where she had left off moments before. "Since i was seven," she replied, smiling up at the girl. "Would you like to play something?"
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Apr 27, 2009 2:04:54 GMT -5
Catherine looked up at her and smiled. She adored the piano and the only thing better than listening to it was playing it herself. "May I?"
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Post by elizabethmason on May 8, 2009 0:26:16 GMT -5
Elizabeth grinned broadly at this. She loved to hear children playing the piano, especially when they could play it well. "Of course! Please do, my dear." She got up from the bench and stood to the side of the piano, taking a sip of her tea.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on May 8, 2009 7:56:44 GMT -5
Catherine smoothed out her skirt and sat down in front of the piano, making sure to keep her back straight like she had learned in her lessons. She began playing Mozart's Lacrimosa, slowly at the beginning and then becoming more fluent as she remembered the tune. She remembered hearing an orchestra play it once and it always stuck with her. It was the piece that took her the shortest time to learn.
Upon finishing, she grinned, looking down at the piano keys. "I always remembered it because of how sad it sounded."
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Post by elizabethmason on Jun 3, 2009 23:31:37 GMT -5
((did Catherine delete her account? if so, this thread is open i guess ::shruggs: ))
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Post by Medda on Jun 6, 2009 0:27:01 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Medda wandered into Mason's Music, she needed to look at getting a new piano. The one at Irving Hall was pretty much on it's last leg and she'd put it off as long as she could. Walking threw the store she stopped in front of where the violin's were. She hadn't played in years, but just looking at them brought back the memories of her youth. It was a love that her mother had passed onto her and Medda smiled sadly thinking about it. Running her hand over one of them, she decided to buy it. Business wasn't exactly booming but she had enough set aside to be able to purchase it.
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 0:30:31 GMT -5
Shorty walked into Mason's Music, to look at all the instruments. She loved music, and never got enough time lately with it. Shorty saw a lady with red hair in front of a violin, and stared curiously. The lady looked more like a piano player, not a violinest. But then again she could have been fooled. "Excuse me? Miss? Are you buying that?" Shorty asked the lady curiously.
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Post by Medda on Jun 6, 2009 0:45:38 GMT -5
Medda glanced up, slightly perturbed at having been distracted from her thoughts. When she saw the girl, she smiled slightly, not recognizing her as an employee of Masons. "Deciding on it, Miss..." Medda let her sentence trail off, obviously asking for her name.
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