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Who: Maya Matlin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eatmybow) and YOU.
What: Cello in the park, because dammit she will not give up cello.
When: Wednesday, November 06
Where: Near the center of Roaming Park.
[When she first arrived back in Terminal Tokyo, Maya had felt sick - though whether that was the product of her drunkenness or her actions back home was anyone's guess. Being back home had been like watching someone else live your life and do it all wrong, and it wasn't something she wanted to go through again.
She almost hadn't wanted to pick up her cello again, afraid to touch it knowing that she'd tossed it aside back home in favor of boys and partying. At the same time, though, it made her want to play even more. She would be good enough for the National Young Musician's Orchestra or even the New York Philharmonic, and it didn't matter if she never went back home. No, she was going to keep doing music.
Still, it was probably better to go with something she knew inside and out. So she ran scales, tuned her instrument again, and started with Bach. Then Beethoven. The Eleanor Rigby. Once the cello felt like an extension of her again, Maya packs up her cello and drags it to the park.
There's a lot of songs she could play, but she goes for some Britney, first. It just feels right, if maybe a little mean to Cam, and unlike a lot of the time Maya is actually singing along. It's not loud, but it's there. If you catch her later, she'll probably be working through Bach or something similarly classical.]
eatmybow) and YOU.What: Cello in the park, because dammit she will not give up cello.
When: Wednesday, November 06
Where: Near the center of Roaming Park.
[When she first arrived back in Terminal Tokyo, Maya had felt sick - though whether that was the product of her drunkenness or her actions back home was anyone's guess. Being back home had been like watching someone else live your life and do it all wrong, and it wasn't something she wanted to go through again.
She almost hadn't wanted to pick up her cello again, afraid to touch it knowing that she'd tossed it aside back home in favor of boys and partying. At the same time, though, it made her want to play even more. She would be good enough for the National Young Musician's Orchestra or even the New York Philharmonic, and it didn't matter if she never went back home. No, she was going to keep doing music.
Still, it was probably better to go with something she knew inside and out. So she ran scales, tuned her instrument again, and started with Bach. Then Beethoven. The Eleanor Rigby. Once the cello felt like an extension of her again, Maya packs up her cello and drags it to the park.
There's a lot of songs she could play, but she goes for some Britney, first. It just feels right, if maybe a little mean to Cam, and unlike a lot of the time Maya is actually singing along. It's not loud, but it's there. If you catch her later, she'll probably be working through Bach or something similarly classical.]