[ luka's entirely silent this time, moving his blue tipped fingers along to the rhythm of the song. it's far from the most complicated piece he's played or the longest, so he's confident that he can play it from memory perfectly by the end of the week. ]
[and Edamura just watches as Luka moves, keeping his gaze trained on the way those fingers glide across invisible strings. it's a little mesmerizing. . . and very impressive]
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Oh-- how about this one?
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...since we can't bring back paper, I'll need to listen to it twice. [ so he can commit it to memory. ]
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[when the song eventually ends. . .]
. . . I can't wait to hear you actually play.
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It'll be the show of a lifetime.
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I know it will!