And the piano it sounds like a carnival (Closed)

[drabsolutelynot]

Who: Dr. Rosen and Curufin

What: Piano delivery! 

Where: Rosen's Apartment

When: April 30th

Warnings: None

Lee had now crossed the room, peeked out the door impatiently, sat down, and then gotten back up again to peek out the door again at least three times. Upon forcing himself to sit down again, he found his knees bouncing and his fingers flexing excitedly against the tops of his thighs. Part of himself had to wonder at his sudden juvenile impatience but these brief moments of self reflection were short lived between the glances at the apartment door and the chewing at his lower lip.

Rosen was simply too excited to reprimand himself for his absolutely undignified state at this particular moment. 

Was he here yet?
 

Yet?

.....Yet? 

Comments

I forgot to ask, is this an upright piano or a grand piano?

[so_dark_a_road]

Knock, knock!

And when Rosen opens the door, there will be Curufin in his work clothes, with a grin on his face. "I heard somebody up here wanted a piano delivered?" he jokes.

In his arms is the keyboard. He'll shortly be lugging the rest of the piano parts up the staircase one at a time.

"So, where do you want this thing assembled?"

Upright pls! :)

[drabsolutelynot]

Rosen is grinning when he opens the door, though it falters when he realizes just how much work this is going to be. "Um, over here please," he takes a few steps towards a spot against the far wall of the sitting room."

His eyes dart between the wall and the keyboard, then meet Curufin's. "Is there anything I might be able to help carry?" Lee's face turns apologetic. "I hate the idea of you having to do all the work while I just sit here."

"I may not look it, but I am pretty sturdy."

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin picks up the keyboard and brings it into the apartment, setting it down carefully away from the door. Also, not too close to where he will be doing the assembly.

And he takes a look at Rosen. Nope, not allowing him to help. Curufin remembers how the brave doctor looked just twenty days ago, right after those very difficult and hungry days when the city was spilt in half. He doesn't think that was long enough for a full recovery, and he's not having him drag heavy objects up that long, long stairway. It is enough that Rosen has to climb and descend it every day, even unencumbered.

"I know you are. You are an absolute brick, as some of my mortal friends would say. But you don't need to carry anything. I've got this." And he grins again and goes back out of the door. His boots can be heard clattering down the stairs. It is a most cheerful sound.

And then a few minutes later, up he comes again with the piano's desk and fallboard. All the wooden parts follow, as he unloads the wagon he hauled over here and parked near the front door of the building. He whistles as he works, and finally, up he comes with the piano's action, carefully edges it and himself through the doorway, and finds a safe place to set it. And last of all, he goes back down and gets his tool satchel.

He sets up to work and then starts assembling the instrument. "You'll be making beautiful music today," he says, happily.

[drabsolutelynot]

Lee's eyes go wide in amusement, "A brick?" While he has been likened to a good many things in his life, he can't say that a brick has ever been one of them. And he can't help a small sneaking suspicion that Curufin might be patronizing him with that one, although the man seems too nice for that.

He frowns as he watches Curufin head back down the stairs. He feels rather useless just standing off to the side as Curufin, who was already kind enough to build the instrument for him, proceeds to also do all the work of moving it into his home.

However, he can't help but get distracted from this nagging feeling of selfishness when Curufin embarks on the work of actually piecing the piano together. In only moments Rosen shifts from a stern-faced man concerned with his own ineffectuality, to something much more child-like, rapt with curiosity and all but peeking over Curufin's shoulder.

"How do you know how to do this?"

[so_dark_a_road]

"It's an artisan's saying," Curufin explains. "In my original world, when I was young, I learned the mason's art as well as a good many others. And a good thing, too, as we soon found ourselves in another land and needing to build a civilization from scratch. I've put up many a building of wood, stone, or brick. To call another person a brick is to say that he or she is strong and reliable, and will not quit when things become difficult. That seems to me to be a good description of you, Dr. Rosen."

And it delights him that Rosen is looking over his shoulder with enthusiasm and fascination.

"In my last world -- I mean, not my original world, but the one I lived in before I came to Hadriel -- I knew a lively young man named Gregory Deegan, who was a wonderful musician. I wanted to make music with him, so I had to learn his style. We decided to form a band, so we commandeered my second eldest brother to join us, and we began to make rock music. And so of course I had to build the instruments to make that possible, including the keyboard instrument. There was a rudimentary library, in which I found plans for a piano. So I built one, after I made myself a bass, a couple of flutes, a drum set, and a fiddle."

While he talks, he arranges the components of the piano and wields his screwdriver. He leaves the action and the top of the piano harp with its tuning pins exposed, however, so that they can tune the strings before he puts the last pieces together. "Tuning wrench," he says, pulling the named tool out of his satchel and waving it in the air.

"Can you sing me a Middle C?" he asks. Not that he couldn't do it himself, but he wants the tuning to be exactly what Rosen, the pianist, is used to. He'll pitch in with his own voice, if necessary, but not before giving Rosen a chance.