Dromund Kaas,
The Sith Academy
Once finished, he’d beginning thrumming out a couple strums, testing the waters before he found a beat. A pluck, a strum across the middle, and two plucks in quick succession, with a steady thump in the background. The boy smirked just a little bit, the slightest bit pleased with himself. With a few repetitions of his beat, Alexios slipped in a quiet hum into the background, one that complimented the beat. The chorus had come together, and so naturally, he moved onto the verses.
He went through a number of options; a dozen different combinations of plucks, strums, hums and thrums followed. This was always the most frustrating part of improvising a piece (one he’d probably never bother to play again) but he went through the process regardless. Eventually he settled on a tempo shift and a key change, with a bridge that would go back to the start of a verse upon the second repetition. The whole structure of the song was a little on the antiquated side, blending the old styles of the songs his tutors taught him in his youth, and the more modern beats the young noble was used to listening to in his off time.
With the melody completed, he’d go through it over the next fifteen minutes. He wasn’t quite sure if he’d bother committing it to sheet music; it was well put together (as was all he wrote,) but he wasn’t sure if this was something he’d actually enjoy playing on the regular. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to find anyone with good enough taste to genuinely appreciate it. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder– and unfortunately, most of the time the beholder was blind.
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