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[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

*sits at piano* Takin' requests, kids.

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[black-mirror88.livejournal.com]

Do you know any Rush?

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

Sure do, little lady. Tom Sawyer? 2112? Working Man? Something else?

[black-mirror88.livejournal.com]

Okay, now I'm impressed. Tom Sawyer works.

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

*lifts the brim of his fedora in acknowledgment of the compliment*

We'll just have to see how it sounds on a piano, since I ain't got drums or guitar... *starts playing*

A modern-day warrior
Mean mean stride,
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean mean pride...

[black-mirror88.livejournal.com]

~bobs her head in time, and continues to be impressed~

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

He gets high on you,
And the energy you trade,
He gets right on to the friction of the day.

*leans back from the keys and relaxes; her request was a bit more high-octane than the others* You're the judge, miss-- how'd a rock hit sound on my jazzy little piano?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"As Time Goes By"?

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

Now you're talking my lingo. Good choice. Here's lookin' at you, kid.

*starts up with the old classic, clears his throat*

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by...

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

*grins widely, it's a classic and one of the Time Lord's favorites*

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

...oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

*finishes with a descending flourish of notes and nods at the gentleman who'd requested the song, eyes narrowing as he looks at him. Not every day you hear two heartbeats coming out of someone's chest, after all*

We-e-e-ell, hope I did it justice, mister.

[detoliviasvu.livejournal.com]

Do you know "Stardust"?

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

Ma'am, I reckon I know every number ol' Blue Eyes-- or Nat King Cole-- ever did, and a few they didn't. I do like your taste.

*fingers the keys of the piano with a few random notes, then begins the old melody*

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that were apart...

[detoliviasvu.livejournal.com]

*She hums along under her breath, listening, focused on her drink. He does play wonderfully. It's surprisingly nice to hear an old classic sung in a different voice.*

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

...though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain
My stardust melody--
The memory of love's refrain.

*finishes up the song with a trill of notes and tips his fedora to the lady who requested it*

Holds somethin' special to you, or just an old favorite, ma'am?

[detoliviasvu.livejournal.com]

*She digs around in her purse and tucks some money in the tip bowl before smiling.*

My mother use to listen to it, The Nat King Cole version, she loved him, the only man she said she ever truly loved. You have an amazing voice, I must say. Please, though, call me Liv.

[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

"Silver Thunderbird", by Marc Cohn?

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, I think I can dust that one off and, aheh, rev up the engine... Must say it's a real pleasure to hear folks askin' for classics.

*plays the first slow notes and begins*

Watched her coming up Winslow
Down South Park Boulevard...
Yeah, she was lookin' good from tail to hood
Great big fins, and, and painted steel
Man she looked just like the Batmobile--
With my old man behind the wheel...

[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

*listens with appreciative grin*

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

...You can keep your El Dorados
And them foreign cars' absurd
Well, me, I'm gonna go down
In a silver Thunderbird.

*tips his hat to the gentlemen who requested the song* Jazzed it up a bit, mister. I do hope it sounded alright.

[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

It sounded terrific. You've got a helluva talent for the keys, man.

[kia-holtz.livejournal.com]

"How High the Moon", if you please? It's one of my favorites.

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

Oh now I do love me some Lady Ella. Fine choice, ma'am. Fine choice.

*wiggles his fingers a little to warm up, clears his throat, begins*

Somewhere, there's music
How faint the tune...
Somewhere, there's heaven
How high the moon...

[kia-holtz.livejournal.com]

*smiles and joins in with a warm alto*

There is no moon above
When love is far away too
Till it comes true
That you love me as I love you

[deadwhitemale.livejournal.com]

*his eyebrows arch in surprise and then approval and he smiles himself*

Somewhere, there's music
How near, how far
Somewhere, there's heaven
It's-- where-- you-- are--

*He continues singing with the woman while punching up the song's basic melody with some funky jazz additions. There's audiences, and then there's audiences who know what you're doing; the latter are always more fun*

The darkest night would shine...

[kia-holtz.livejournal.com]

... if you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon

*She smiles at the riffs, foot tapping as she continues to sing. When they reach the bridge, she starts scatting in counterpoint*