[ He sits down with his legs crossed when she gets started, an expression of doubt on his face. It's different from the music of his world - he's used to classical pieces, often heavily impacted by church music. Yuri had told him 'rock' would be what he'd play, but it was different hearing something in this particular style for real. His eyes are fixed on his fingers on the guitar and at least he's pretty satisfied with her movements on the strings. Guitar's aren't exactly a thing in his world either, but it doesn't sound as horrible as he would have feared. Her voice is another thing - she's not a bad singer, but Kohaku's used to playing with a vocalist of supernatural skill. Idly he wonders what Lucille would sound like singing rock, but then he pushes the thought aside because it awakens unpleasant questions of what happened to this home world. Instead he focuses on memorizing her melody. ]
Hmh. Your voice needs work, but the play could've been worse.
[ He shrugs. All in all, his fears about her skill hadn't come true, but it would be hard to transition from a group of heavenly gifted orchestra musicians to this. ]
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Her voice is another thing - she's not a bad singer, but Kohaku's used to playing with a vocalist of supernatural skill. Idly he wonders what Lucille would sound like singing rock, but then he pushes the thought aside because it awakens unpleasant questions of what happened to this home world. Instead he focuses on memorizing her melody. ]
Hmh. Your voice needs work, but the play could've been worse.
[ He shrugs. All in all, his fears about her skill hadn't come true, but it would be hard to transition from a group of heavenly gifted orchestra musicians to this. ]