[The piece he’s coaxing out of black and white keys is something that’s classically overplayed; but the sort of people who frequent an establishment like this aren’t the type to care about being trite. Markus knows this; that here, he’s only the atmosphere, not the center of attention. A background novelty, meant to provide ambient entertainment. The only critical eye he had to suffer through was his initial set, played to perfection during his audition for this job — after that? As long as he plays smoothly, continuously, with an air of quiet refinement, he could be performing a maudlin variation of Chopsticks and no one would care.
Thankfully, his standards run a little higher than that.
The grand piano glistens in the lighting, polish sheer enough to almost catch Jason’s reflection as he leans in from over Markus’ shoulder. The android catches a familiar voice close to his ear.
Markus almost, almost, misses a beat in a measure. But muscle memory is a good friend of his, acting as his salvation when his mind becomes distracted by Jason — the last person he would’ve expected to see here.]
…Debussy. Clair de Lune.
[He doesn’t even glance over, only keeps eyes lowered on the keys, back straight, accentuating the fine lines of his dark suit. A prerequisite of working here is that Markus has to be dressed to the nines, and tonight is no exception to that rule. He continues speaking in a low tone, so that the flourish of music isn't interrupted by his own words.]
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Thankfully, his standards run a little higher than that.
The grand piano glistens in the lighting, polish sheer enough to almost catch Jason’s reflection as he leans in from over Markus’ shoulder. The android catches a familiar voice close to his ear.
Markus almost, almost, misses a beat in a measure. But muscle memory is a good friend of his, acting as his salvation when his mind becomes distracted by Jason — the last person he would’ve expected to see here.]
…Debussy. Clair de Lune.
[He doesn’t even glance over, only keeps eyes lowered on the keys, back straight, accentuating the fine lines of his dark suit. A prerequisite of working here is that Markus has to be dressed to the nines, and tonight is no exception to that rule. He continues speaking in a low tone, so that the flourish of music isn't interrupted by his own words.]
What are you doing here?