[audio memory] A perfect match

[getsomesleep]

Suddenly, just after sunset, the radios begin to play music.

There's no warning, no signal, no words. Nothing but the soft, echoing strumming of the string instrument - some might recognize a guqin, played with exceptional skill and relish. A wave of sound crashes, and another, and then a second instrument joins, quicker and fiercer yet in perfect harmony.

The two unknown musicians play for some minutes, dancing around, complimenting, coaxing each other. There is no sound but the music as it unfolds, develops and finally builds to a crescendo that echoes for long seconds after both go silent.

And just as the music rose, it disappears again.

[Taken from Red Cliff Part I, right here from about 8:55 to the end.]

Comments

[spandexisyouth]

That was very lovely.

[pinkmoonrabbit.livejournal.com]

What a beautiful song!

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

That was beautiful - you have a great deal of skill.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Huo's voice comes after a moment. He sounds... confused.]

Does it... sound familiar?

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[It's a long minute before he speaks.]

Do you know it, perhaps?

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Hesitantly, after a while.]

Your words are kid, but I'm not certain that the musician is here to accept them.

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

Oh... that's very pretty.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Oh Krile. You are too precious to involve in ping-related woes. Let's do it the roundabout way.]

The instrument is, I believe, called a qin. The players are certainly very skilled.

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[oh Huo.]

They are. [...] Were you one of them?

[pinkmoonrabbit.livejournal.com]

[ she thinks for a moment. ]

I'm sorry, I don't.

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

[Pause. She hadn't considered that, given that everyone else was very obviously in their memories]

Then my good wishes go with them, wherever they are.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

The music is familiar, but... I don't know.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

No matter. Thank you for trying, anyhow.

[spandexisyouth]

It does not. I am sorry.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

A foolish hope perhaps. Thank you, either way.

[spandexisyouth]

Hope is never foolish, Huo.