[ Gokudera doesn't find it hard to keep up, except for a few mishits here and there when his muscle memory would urge him to go elsewhere with the notes. But for the most part they're in time and harmony. It's not quite what he's used to but makes up for that by being fascinating, layered with her voice following the melody and creating an interesting piece of emotional landscape that he readily immerses himself in.
That's what music is about, for him, a way to express what comes from inside. It's a bizarre case of almost voyeuristic display to tap into a portrayal of another person's emotional expression to find his own way of feeling what is said through the music and hold it out for anyone caring to listen to tear into. Gokudera is too earnest to hide what the music does to him, his brows furrowing when the melody hits a minor chord, his face smoothing out when the harmony tilts more into major chords. ]
What a tragedy, [ he says quietly and while most people would feel no connection to just the bare bones of a story, his voice is genuinely sad, tapping into the music that tells a richer story. ] What happened to the two after?
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That's what music is about, for him, a way to express what comes from inside. It's a bizarre case of almost voyeuristic display to tap into a portrayal of another person's emotional expression to find his own way of feeling what is said through the music and hold it out for anyone caring to listen to tear into. Gokudera is too earnest to hide what the music does to him, his brows furrowing when the melody hits a minor chord, his face smoothing out when the harmony tilts more into major chords. ]
What a tragedy, [ he says quietly and while most people would feel no connection to just the bare bones of a story, his voice is genuinely sad, tapping into the music that tells a richer story. ] What happened to the two after?