46 Friday (2/2)

Ken's laughter went from awkward to more natural. ”I don't have to know what my type is to know what isn't. But enough about that, we have arrived at your house. I'll see you in game shortly.”

Moira nodded. ”Thank Ken.”

As she opened the door she could hear the sounds of a recording of a wooden flute and someone playing a different wooden flute. She quietly closed the door and snuck close to her brother's room. She waited until both flutes stopped and she heard a sigh. ”What's wrong?” She asked her brother.

Jericho jumped out of the seat. ”Moira, you startled me.”

The 12 year old girl laughed. ”You usually practice when I am not around so I don't get many opportunities to sneak up on you. But what seems to be the problem? Do you not like the new piece you are working on?”

Jericho shook his head. ”There is something off about my Wordless Farewell and practicing it in game has been hard with all the hype about the line dance we made for them.”

Moira nodded. ”Play it again. Let me hear it.”

Jericho hit play and put the wooden flute to his face and started playing.

The girl walked over and hit the stop button on the recording. ”I already know what is wrong. Brother, you have been too focused on the game your ingenuity has been stifled. There is nothing wrong with the notes you are playing but you aren't getting the feelings out because you are too focused on the aspect of playing it in the game.”

Jericho took a deep breath as he thought about it. ”No wonder. I have been thinking too much about the instruments I have in game. I limited my instrument options.”

Moira nodded and left to the instrument room.

Jericho followed and saw his sister pick up a standard metal flute and a clarinet. ”First, your melody needs to be crisper. When it is breathy like the wooden flutes it doesn't feel as sharp as it needs to be. The piece needs that clarity to express the raw emotions better this time. The metal flute will be a better option for the higher part and you can have a bit more freedom of notes with it as well if you chose to change them a bit.”

Jericho nodded. He respected his sister's opinion because even if she was wrong, it would help him see where things could improve. ”Then what about the other instrument? You are thinking the clarinet?”

Moira sighed. ”Your farewell lacks depth.” She pointed to a large harp. ”The harp will be able to bring out the emotions better then the deeper flute. I was holding the clarinet because I thought if there was a third instrument it would be a good one.”

Jericho grinned as he was filled with ideas. ”Thanks Moira, You know that half my songs wouldn't be nearly as good without your help.”

The girl's face flushed. ”Don't take too long or the satyrs will perform without you. We have to finish our quest as quickly as possible but I also know you need to record this so you don't lose the feeling. I'll meet you in game.”

Jericho gave a nod. ”See you in about 30 minutes then.” The bard wheeled the large harp into the recording room.

Moira logged into the game.

Jericho turned on the recording device and started strumming the harp. The tranquil sounds of the strings gave off the impression of looking longingly over a lush valley from an isolated cold mountain peak. He ended the recording and pulled out the metal flute. ”I wish you were still here.” He whispered with a light tear in his eyes.

He put in a small earpiece so he could hear the sound of his previous recording. Jericho gently pressed the play and record buttons.

The flute emitted a bittersweet overture. The crisp sound echoed lightly as if to reflect the desire to meet once more.

Jericho's eyes watered as he stopped the recording and switched to the clarinet. ”We will meet again. It is a promise.” He breathed through his teeth as the feelings of doubt plagued him. ”We will meet again.” He forced out as the tears began to fall once more. Again, he hit the play and record buttons. The sounds of the flute and harp played in his ears.

The clarinet's tenor tone sung with great sorrow. A lament that would never reach the heavens, it was a farewell of false promises and empty hope.

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He ended the recording once more. ”It still needs some work and I need to fix a few notes but Moira was right. I have been so focused on the game that I lost sight of something right in front of me. I will need to remember that in the future.” Jericho walked over to the bathroom and washed the salty tears off of his face. ”Feelings, they are great and terrible at the same time. I feel my music when I play it so others can feel when they hear it. On that note, let us have some fun seeing the fruits of our labor…” He paused as a ridiculous thought entered his mind. ”The wood elementals would probably like that phrase since they are always making terrible plant related puns.”