#noa markham thread; 1

[everettellington]

"I would offer to teach you but I only ever learned one song and I can't even keep up with that anymore." he admitted, eyes looking down at his hands. His fingertips has once been calloused - proof he'd at one time played said one song on repeat -, unable to soften despite how gentle he was with his daughter and wife throughout the years. It was only recently that he'd noticed the change in them. "I feel like if you have a talent you have every reason to be uppity about it and show it off." he admitted. "By all means, I encourage it actually." Though when she mentioned that she didn't think he'd be posted about he laughed. "I can't say I'm upset about that." he admitted. "I want to keep my reputation around here as nice as I can and I'm sure that a post on the times is the last thing that would do that."

"I kind of always wanted to learn an instrument," Noa admitted. Her gaze drifted back to the band. Her mother hadn't had the income to pay for lessons, or the wherewithal to encourage Noa in anything beyond her own interests. "I think I'd be real uppity about it if I had. A terror, honestly." She smiled at him. "It's okay. You don't have to worry about getting laughed at or pasted about in the Times tomorrow morning. I don't think there's a person in Merrock that wouldn't enjoy watching you break it down out there."

[everettellington]

Another shrug passed over his shoulders as he looked at the other. "I mean that's fair I guess." he shrugged. "I think if I were them I'd still have to play Let It Go, but, I guess that's why they're the band and I can barely play the guitar." he laughed. Though with a small shake of his head at her encouragement, he exhaled. "I don't wanna bother them. Let them play whatever makes them happy and I'll dance to whatever until I get up the courage to act on this bet I just made." he winked.

"I think that's the reason. Big in their art like the painters or something. Maybe it's like asking an actor to slip into character. They don't like being wind-up toys." She laughed at his suggestion, having seen firsthand the flurries outside. There was something innately magical about them falling tonight during the gala. "I think they're sticking pretty close to the old classics but give it a go." She smiled her cheeks a little pink. "I'm pretty sure I have someone here that will leave it all on the dance floor. So you're going down."

[everettellington]

Groaning slightly to himself - not that he was a fan of the song itself, but that didn't stop him from humming along - rolling his eyes probably dramatically at the other's confession. "Well that's a bummer. It feels like the most appropriate song for this gala honestly." he spoke up, shifting his weight on his feet. The shoes he'd bought were painful; that's what he got for wearing new shoes to something like this. "I know it's a little late in the season for that, but do you think that we could get them to play Let It Snow?" Rhett laughed, finishing off the champagne glass in his hand. "Wanna make a bet? Whoever can get them to play their song the fastest has to come up with the most chaotic dance and get someone to join."

Who: @everettellington Where: Snowflake Gala

"Pro-tip," Noa said, juggling a chute of champagne in one hand and a broken heel in the second, "the band will not play Let it Go. Though I'm about to sic my secret weapon on them, so we will see just how stubborn they are." It'd been a dizzying evening, among the sparkle of the guests and the dance floor; between a broken heel and an art bid. But, despite that all, when she looked across the room at Darrius she couldn't complain.