1st Tune

[keepsmehonest]

So, I've got to say, I feel a little silly doing this. Talking to a notebook isn't exactly commonplace where I come from. I've been told I can write into it too, but that almost makes it feel a little too personal. Like I'm writing in a journal instead of... broadcasting on the radio or making a phone call to group of people. I'm not exactly much of a writer, either. That'd be my brother, Christy.

[He laughs a little awkwardly before pausing. Yeah, he feels more than a little ridiculous talking to a book. It's part of the reason he's waited so long before addressing Luceti. Aside from taking the time to settle into the extra room in Jilly's studio. And searching the store for his fiddle.]

I'm Geordie Riddell. From Newford. New York. That's in North America. On Earth. [Then, muttered under his breath:] ...I can't believe I'm saying this. [He clears his throat and continues in a louder voice.] Uh, 1979.

I just arrived here a few days ago, but apparently my best friend has been here a lot longer. Some of you may know her. Jilly Coppercorn? Terminally cheerful artist that almost always has some paint stains on her person?

She's the one who suggested I use this... whatever it is... to try and locate my fiddle. It's an old Czech fiddle, manufactured around the turn of the century. Worn but well taken care of, recently restrung, and the initials G.R. are on the left part of the lower bout. The last time I saw it, it was in its case - scruffy, black with a picture of a blonde Victorian woman in her mid-twenties and a list of Irish drinking tunes inside.

They're very important to me - fiddle and case both - so if you've seen anything fitting the description, let me know?

Thanks.

Comments

[voice]

[keepsmehonest]

[He offers a reassuring smile.]

Filled up, yes. But only mildly cluttered just like you said.

[voice]

[doubleppk]

Pity. Oh well, I'm sure they'll get more soon enough.

[voice]

[keepsmehonest]

If you see a violin, would you mind letting me know?

[voice]

[doubleppk]

Will do, sugar. But you might get beat to it. I know there were a couple of people looking for one. So hopefully you'll find it first.

[voice]

[keepsmehonest]

At least it's good to know that there are other musicians here.

[voice]

[doubleppk]

Oh? Even though there's competition?

[voice]

[keepsmehonest]

It means other people to do a gig with. I'll find myself a fiddle, even if I have to borrow from someone else.

[voice]

[doubleppk]

Hum~ Okay. Talk to Arsene Lupin III too.

And if you need a singer, let me know. I can also play guitar a little. [Or a lot. But it's rare modest point for her.] Cloud Nine usually is looking for musicians who want to perform too so you might find a few others there, or a venue if nothing else.

[voice]

[keepsmehonest]

Your name?

[voice]

[doubleppk]

Oh! I'm sorry, must have slipped my mind.

Fujiko, Fujiko Mine.

[voice]

[keepsmehonest]

Nice to meet you, Miss Mine.

[voice]

[doubleppk]

Nice to meet you too Geordie.

So you're an American, yes? Got any favorite musicians you could call influences? 1979's a pretty good year to have heard some of the best.

[voice]

[keepsmehonest]

I'm mostly into the Celtic scene but every piece of music has some value in it, even if it's just the energy and the dedication the players put in to making the song.

[voice]

[doubleppk]

New York really is the melting pot, huh?

[She's pretty amused though, all that rock and roll coming out and he's into folk music. Figures.] Admittedly I'm more familiar with Yuji Ohno and some French things, but I suppose I have a soft spot for jazz.

[She has a soft spot for almost everything when it comes to music.]