#amazing violinist

[captain-kit-adventuress]

Ok, so I love this very, very much on its own merits. The dancing! The shouts of glee! The guy pretty chill while he’s absolutely just shredding on the violin! The bowing! All great stuff.

But my fandom-rotted brain couldn’t help but connect it to this fic I read called Cadenza. I can’t remember the author at the moment (don’t feel like checking my bookmarks, but maybe ficthepainaway?) but it was about an AU for Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate. Jacob was a busker who played the violin and didn’t like staying in a place for too long. Evie was, well, Evie, and she was settled and in a relationship with Henry Green and sometimes Jacob couch surfed with them. Freddie Abberline was still a cop, of course, and Jacob is not super on board with that, but he doesn’t know until later. Abberline basically just sees Jacob at the tube station where Jacob performs on the evening commute.

And, long story long, eventually Jacob’s family gets him an amp in the hope that it will make it harder for him to move around so much but just prior to the end of the story, he announces he’s moving to NYC. So of course this is immediately what came to mind, and like, this is probably what part of Jacob’s show would look like. I think he’d love NYC and he’s absolutely go completely viral over there. This is of no real relevance to the video but as I said, brainrot from massive Assassin’s Creed hyperfixation, with Syndicate being one of my favourites, and here we are.

If you’ve read it, I hope you can enjoy my insane ramblings about this, and if you haven’t, go read it! It’s the most insanely good rom-com, and I’m someone who generally loathes rom-coms. And then perhaps you will understand my reaction to this video.

When New Yorkers hear a violin 🤣🤣🕺🏾🔥

[thelingering]

y'allllll wE GOT OUR SOURCEEE

[moonchild-in-blue]

the day i learn how to play this it'll be over for you bitches (affectionate)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

personally this was the last straw for me

[misstiramisssu]

Every time I listen to Bazelgeuse's theme I always think about how hard the strings are going like damn your arm must be hurting but you're really making this shit slap continue

[leohtttbriar]

New Chamber Ballet performs the Chaconne

[irena-dubrovnaa]

okay while i do agree with the statement that you do not need super expensive equipment to make good art, im also tired of people pretending that access to better quality materials whether that's digital software like csp or expensive traditional paints/pastels/pencils etc cannot help you improve your skill

[anotherscrappile]

Would you look at this masterpiece

Via @alexrybakofficial on TikTok

[vicit-vim-virtus]

[ Ooc: I went to a concert and the orchestra played all sorts of film music, including LotR, and now I want to rewatch The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring asdfghjkl. ]

[razberried]

i would do unspeakable things to see Hilary Hahn live

[ashotasfireandasdeepastheocean1]

...🎼🎻🎶 ❤️ 👏🏼

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[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

My husband started showing me her videos and now I am obsessed. She can literally play anything. And she is so beautiful

[cowboyg1rl]

I'm not really a big show tunes listener anymore but Bright Star is literally the best musical out there and everyone should listen to it.

[echosong971]

@certified-memelord

would you expect anything less from a musician? :)c

AND SPEAKING OF MUSIC, here are other piano pieces I both think are just fantastic and that I also think P should learn to play alongside La Campanella:

Saint-Saëns - Danse Macabre

Schubert - Erlkönig

Rachmaninoff - Piano Concerto No. 2, I. Moderato

Chopin - Etude Op.10 No.4 "Torrent"

Vivaldi - Winter (The Four Seasons)

Beethoven - Sonata No. 17 Tempest 3rd Movement

Beethoven - Sonata No. 23 Appassionata 3rd Movement

...do y'all think P knows how to read sheet music?

Like, he can play the piano—and he ends up being very skilled at it—but I also know people who can play piano very well that have NO idea how to read sheet music

And (unless I'm blind) I don't see sheet music on the piano while he plays...so....

[thewriterwithsnakes]

could you write something for Ekko, literally anything except angst pls

The Ekko of A Violin

I'd love to! This is actually a mix of two asks for Ekko and I got a little carried away, enjoy!

@wallmayo asked for An ekko x female violinist reader who joins the firelights and they fall in love 🙏

I also kinda want to write more parts to this because it isn't super romantic yet, let me know if anyone wants more parts!

Summary: An undercity violinist hears about the firelights and wants to help, how will it pan out once she becomes acquainted with their devastatingly handsome leader?

Warnings: None really

The undercity was your home, no matter how rough it was. You grew up on the streets where people got robbed and maimed daily, it was a wonder you had survived it all.

But, there was one safe haven for you, an attic. When you were younger you discovered it, abandoned for the most part. The druggies downstairs were usually out or too high to even notice your presence so you found yourself coming back to the dusty room many nights, entertaining yourself with the things you discovered inside, forgotten like the room itself. One night you stumbled upon a smooth black case covered in a layer of dust. At first you thought it could be a weapon and you stayed weary of it. But over the next few days your curiosity got the better of you, and you opened it, brushing away the cobwebs and forgotten dreams.

Inside there had been an instrument, the case had kept it preserved and it also contained rosin and a bow. After that all your curious exploration of that attic fell away, outshined by your fascination with the challenge of figuring out this violin. It took you weeks up in that attic to not make your own ears bleed, but eventually, you started to get the hang of it. And once you got going, you couldn't stop. You played any music you could remember hearing, and when you didn't want to play that, you made it up as you went. Most of your teenage years were spent in a similar fashion, slinking through the streets and rooftops of the undercity to get to your refuge. When you played, the undercity melted away as you focused on each note, on the pitches and your techniques.

You figured that was how you survived the undercity without totally losing it like most people did. So when you found out about the firelights, the people who did their best to give a safe haven to people, you had to join. You wanted to help your home and it's people, and this was the perfect opportunity.

Growing up in the undercity made everyone rough around the edges and you were no exception. You'd had your share of struggle and you knew what to expect as a firelight in general. You met up with a firelight who would bring you to their mini oasis in this desert of depravation that Silco created, a desert he branded Zaun.

Upon arrival you saw quite a few people dressed quite similarly in what you presumed to be their armor. You bit your lip in nerves until your eyes laid upon the majestic tree infront of you. Sucking in a breath, you gazed in amazement at the wonderful world they created. It seemed like a whole different universe, so detached and different from the rest of the undercity. The only detail that wasn't was the mural that sprawled put across the base of the tree. It had some familiar and unfamiliar faces on it though you knew none personally. Your heart jumped at the idea of being able to live in a slice of this paradise, you weren't sure it could get any better and you couldn't wait to help.

You met Ekko your first day their, though you didn't know that. You didn't even know his name, which was purposeful on Ekkos part. You knew that name belonged to the firelights leader and he wanted to see how you acted when you didn't know. You had your violin case clutched tightly in your hand along with a small bag you packed, this would be your new home. As you bit your lip and tried suppressing a hopeful smile, a man approached you and your guide. He simply smiled and nodded at the firelight next to you who seemed to get some sort of message and left.

"Are all firelights telekinetic or is that just you?" You shot the man a joking smile in hopes that this environment would be kinder than the undercity. He let out a laugh that took your breath away.

"Not telekinesis, sugar, just mutual understanding" He shook his head in playful disappointment before turning and motioning for you to follow. "Come on, I'll show you to where you will stay,"

"Thanks, this place is certainly going to take some getting used to," You commented as you looked around, still a little starstruck at all of it. He led you to a small room with a simple bed and small dresser in it.

"Here is your luxury bedroom madam" He gave you a playful bow as he spoke in an attempted piltover accent. "Oh here m'lady let me handle your extensive luggage" He grabbed your bag and you couldn't help but snort.

"God that accent is terrible" You laughed and set your violin case down.

"Really?" He asked sarcastically. "I thought it was simply marvelous," The matter of fact attitude combined with the horrendous accent nearly had you doubling over laughing. He caught sight of your violin case and asked if you played. After a short quip back from you about how you just liked to stare at it combined with an eyeroll, you laughed and and said yes. He asked if you would like to play for the firelights occasionally, to help boost moral. You deliberated for a moment, you hadn't really played for other people before, but you had come here to help, right?

"Sure, why not?" You smiled and he was clearly happy to get that answer.

"Alright well I'll see you around," He stepped back and swung your door open to step backwards out onto the balcony that led to the stairs.

"Wait, I didnt catch your name!" You took a quick step towards him.

"I didnt get yours either, sugar," He winked and stepped back off the balcony and you let out a short scream. He appeared in the air on a hoverboard-like contraption with a smug smirk on his handsome face before he sped off into the night. You were left standing on your balcony, speechless, and for the first time in a long time, looking forward instead of backward.