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[The feed turns onto video, facing your dear Other Father who's sat at his piano. He's alone today, the other Pokémon either being in the house or in their respective balls.
He doesn't look at the camera, but instead just begins to play a song that may be familiar to some. It begins soft and slow, the same as his smile; it's not blaringly in your face, but instead it seems to compliment the tune. To play an instrument is to hit the right notes and keys, but to perform, you have to feel it. And he's been practicing for this, ever since he first heard his little boy play the beautiful piece. He doesn't want to best him, but instead to make him happy, perhaps feel that- yes- he would take his time to play a song that he had shown to him.
As the tempo speeds and the keys get more complex, his smile widens, his posture changes- still professional but with a looser feel to it. He moves with the keys, dancing in his own right.
He finishes the song as he would tend to picking a delicate flower; carefully and lightly.
Upon finishing, the camera finally catches his eye.]
Don't think I did as well as John, bu~t it was something I just had to try my hands at.
[He would have broadcast it just to John, but music is something that everyone deserves to enjoy. It makes people happy, sad, passionate... It can bring out emotions that other things can't, and that's a beautiful thing. It makes you think.]
I~ just hope I did it justice.
He doesn't look at the camera, but instead just begins to play a song that may be familiar to some. It begins soft and slow, the same as his smile; it's not blaringly in your face, but instead it seems to compliment the tune. To play an instrument is to hit the right notes and keys, but to perform, you have to feel it. And he's been practicing for this, ever since he first heard his little boy play the beautiful piece. He doesn't want to best him, but instead to make him happy, perhaps feel that- yes- he would take his time to play a song that he had shown to him.
As the tempo speeds and the keys get more complex, his smile widens, his posture changes- still professional but with a looser feel to it. He moves with the keys, dancing in his own right.
He finishes the song as he would tend to picking a delicate flower; carefully and lightly.
Upon finishing, the camera finally catches his eye.]
Don't think I did as well as John, bu~t it was something I just had to try my hands at.
[He would have broadcast it just to John, but music is something that everyone deserves to enjoy. It makes people happy, sad, passionate... It can bring out emotions that other things can't, and that's a beautiful thing. It makes you think.]
I~ just hope I did it justice.