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 Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:53 pm
Leila shrugged again, shaking her head. "I don't have a favorite song to play. Mostly, I just play notes randomly and they turn into a tune." She took the little wooden flute from her pocket and played a riff. "Like that."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 9:11 pm
"Oh. Well have you ever tried to play a real song, like on staff paper with different notes, accidentals, key signatures, and other things like that? Can you read music? I'm sorry if I'm asking too many question, I'm just curious." Nicholas asked her, wanting to know more.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 9:15 pm
Leila shook her head. "I'm sorry, Master. I can't read music. My old master was content with me playing, but he didn't care to give me actual songs to play. I rarely played for him anyway."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 10:56 pm
"It's okay. I just asked a question that's all." Nicholas replied back. "If you want, I can teach you how to read music. I may not be able to play, but I can read it pretty well." Nicholas suggested his musically talented slave.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 11:08 pm
Leila shook her head again. "No, I think I would rather play based off of emotion than what's on a page, Master," she said. "Thank you for offering."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 12:18 pm
"Ok. Well if you ever change your mind, just ask." Nicholas said to her with a gentle smile. "Um, can you play something sweet and calming? I would like that." He asked, still wanting her to play.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:04 pm
Leila smiled in return, nodding. "Of course, Master." She brought the little wooden flute to her mouth and began to play, thinking of her family back in Haifa. The thought of her mother brought to mind an old lullaby her mother used to sing to her, and the lullaby came out through her flute.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:25 pm
Nicholas listened to the tune with all ears, completely engrossed by her amazing sound. He didn't want the song to end and was left speechless when she finished. "W-wow... you are such an amazing player! I loved it and it sounded so relaxing." Nicholas complemented.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:52 pm
Leila smiled. "Thank you. It was a lullaby my imah used to sing to me."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:24 pm
"Imah means mother right?" He asked her, not too familiar with arabic. "If it is, she taught you a wonderful piece. My mother was a book lover and would read to me every night before I went to sleep." Nicholas said, walking over to one of the book shelves and pulled out "The Tales of Despereaux" from the shelf. "This was my favorite book when I was little. Every night she would read me a chapter or two depending how long they were, and then off to sleep I was." He put the book back on the shelf, looking at Leila. "This was the last book she read me before she died." He then said, silently walking back to his chair.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 5:00 pm
Leila nodded. "Yes. It's Hebrew. My native language." She watched him walk to his chair and lowered her head in respect for the dead. "Baruch dayan emet," she murmured. "I am sorry, Master. I'm not sure if my mother still lives, but I know much of the same sense of loss. Is there something I could play to raise your spirits?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:39 am
Nicholas simply shook his head. "Thank you for your respects and offer but I've lived with this pain for a while and don't think anything can ease it well." He said, grabbing a book from his pile that he had started earlier in the morning. "If your mother is alive, that is great, but if not, I pay my respects as well." He said, opening his book. "Do whatever you please. I need to read." He then said, turning his attention to his book.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:57 am
"What I please?" Leila said softly to herself. "What would that be?" She looked at the shelves lining the walls and took one of the thinner books from its place. Opening it, she found it was a book of poems, some of which she recognized the words as song lyrics from her childhood. Without fully realizing it, Leila started humming one of the songs softly as she read it. Oddly enough, although she'd lived in Israel the first ten years of her life, the song was in English.
"Maybe far away,
Or maybe real nearby,
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straight'ning his tie..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:33 pm
As he read, the tune Leila started singing rang into his ears, making him want to listen more. He tried to put his attention back to the book, but her singing was smooth and elegant, almost fluffy. It diverted his attention to her once more.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:15 pm
Hearing the absence of the slight rustle of Nicholas's books pages, Leila stopped singing and looked over at her master. "Is there something wrong, Master?" she asked.
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