key 004 ☄ [video; happy Elvis day!]

[yatagarasu]

[Hello, Somarium. This is Kay, with a shiny guitar that looks pretty new. She plucks a few strings, and then launches into the chords of Jailhouse Rock, by The King himself, looking and sounding very confident as she goes. Instead of remaining on her seat, she stands up and tries to dance around while playing.

Now, Kay is neither a good singer nor an accomplished guitarist. She misses a few chords every so often, gets a few strings wrong, and her pitches aren't perfect, but she deserves credit for trying. At least her singing voice isn't the annoying sort you'd hear on drunken karaoke nights; she clearly practiced a bit before this performance, and she doesn't scream the words. And of course, she keeps on going instead of going OH DARN IT I GOT IT WRONG or anything like that.

When she's done, she flops onto the bed, sets the guitar aside and waves.]

Happy Elvis Day! It doesn't look like Stitch is gonna wake up any time soon, so I decided to get started. If he does get up later, we'll do a duet, just like in the Elvis special of the Jammin' Ninja! If only I had my DVDs...

... [Now she's looking thoughtful, and a little concerned.]

I hope he wakes up soon. Elvis Day would be more fun with him around.

[Hmmm, what else, what else? She strokes her chin in thought.]

Oh yeah, I heard there was gonna be a police party! [The thief sits up again, clasping her hands together and...heck, she even forgets to just take this part of the transmission to a private call.] Mr. Edgeworth, can we go? Can we? Please?

Now I really hope Stitch wakes up! He could come with us!

Comments

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

W-what?! I know I probably should've practiced some more, you don't have to rub it in!

[clonezart.livejournal.com]

Practice won't help one like you. Why, I don't see why you bother at all!

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

...

Wow, thanks a lot for the encouragement. [ALL THE SARCASM.] Are you some kind of music critic or something?

[clonezart.livejournal.com]

[BIG. SMILE.]

Why, yes! I am Mozart.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

...Mozart? As in, the composer?

[clonezart.livejournal.com]

The very same!

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

As in...Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart? The prodigy composer? [UM ER WHAT NOW.]

[clonezart.livejournal.com]

[Annoyed.] I thought that was perfectly clear the first time I stated it. Need I repeat myself?

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

I was only making sure! If you're the real deal, can you prove it?

[clonezart.livejournal.com]

But of course! A sonata, a concerto? What is it you wish to hear?

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Okay, Mr. Mozart, you can start with what you think is your best work!

[Kay can't brain names of sonatas or concertos right now.]

[clonezart.livejournal.com]

How could I choose one? I am the most renown musician in all of history because all my compositions are perfect. Not one has a single flaw!

[He is too full of himself to answer this question.]

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

...uh, you could close your eyes and pick one?

[SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER MOZART BEING THIS FULL OF HIMSELF IN HISTORY CLASS.]

[clonezart.livejournal.com]

[He totally was, Kay. Pay more attention!!]

I hardly see how that helps but very well.

[He closes his eyes, begins humming a familiar melody, and... Yes.]

K 550.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

...

Can you play that on the piano?

[clonezart.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be Mozart if I couldn't do that much, would I? One moment.

[The Dreamberry shifts some until a grand piano comes into view. He sets the phone on the instrument while beginning the piece.]

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

[And this is Kay, watching and listening very, very intently.]