“Maybe I’ve been secretly practicing my disappearing act. Watch out, I might vanish right before your eyes!” Jasper chuckled, letting a mischievous glint play in his eyes. “But don’t worry, I promise not to make a habit of it. Wouldn’t want you to think I’ve joined a circus or something. Although, that might be an interesting career move, now that I think about it.” He chuckled, keeping the playful tone alive. “Anyway, magic or not, life’s full of surprises, right?”
Jasper nodded in understanding, “Totally understand, mate. Your story is yours to tell, and I’ll be here whenever you feel like sharing.” Jasper was not on to push someone, sure he was curious, yet, it was absolutely legit that people might, for various reasons, not wish to share something that was quite personal. Jasper was definitely was not one to pry, in fact he was happy with any way someone felt comfortable enough to share something with him, no matter how little or big it was.
As he listened to Brex’s mentioning the frets to keys, he initially was a touch confused, but thinking about it, it made sense to him actually, “Must say I hadn’t thought about it that way, but you’re spot on. The transition from guitar to keys isn’t as big as it may seem, especially when it comes to the structure of the music.” He then listened to the story of the keyboardist, appreciative of the little stories Brex told him here and there about his childhood, seemed like it truly was a unique one, far from the sheltered seemingly perfect life Jasper had been living himself. “Tour life can be hectic, I’m sure. Makes sense why you didn’t continue with the keys back then.”
Jasper grinned, nodding in agreement. As Brex expressed his connection with the music, the invisible thread that tied them to the beats and rhythms, Jasper subtly mirrored his enthusiasm. A shared spark ignited in Jasper’s eyes, conveying an unspoken understanding of that unique, visceral magic Brex described. His fingers, almost involuntarily, started tapping in rhythm on the nearest surface, an unconscious response to the idea of feeling the music deep within. It was as if the beat in him had taken hold of him, a silent celebration of the shared passion for the enchanting vibrations that resonated through their chests. As soon as he realised what his was doing, he snapped out of it, pulled back his hand and said, “Absolutely. It’s like the music wraps around you, becomes a part of you. That’s the kind of magic that keeps us coming back, isn’t it?”
Jasper offered a reassuring smile, understanding the potential dilemma Brex was contemplating. “Don’t worry too much about it. I’m sure the magic of the music will win anyone over. If not, well, we’ll find a way to make it work. Maybe I’ll offer him a pair of noise-canceling headphones as a peace offering,” he added with a playful glint in his eye, hinting at a solution wrapped in humor.
Jasper’s eyes flickered with understanding as Brex dropped the piece of information about his last name. His genuine smile widened, appreciating the unexpected revelation. The guy in front of him was Brex Gray, suddenly it all connected for Jasper. He knew his father’s band, and had heard quite a lot about Brex himself too. However, instead of bombarding Brex with questions, he chose a more relaxed approach, maintaining the atmosphere they had built. “Gray, huh? That rings a bell,” he said playfully, clearly acknowledging he recognises who Brex is, but in a casual manner, it not changing how he sees the guy. His body language remained relaxed, and he didn’t press for more details. It was a subtle way of expressing that the conversation could evolve at its own pace, and he was ready to go wherever Brex felt comfortable taking it.
He let out a chuckle and gave Brex a nod when he thanked him for giving him an excuse to miss the opening speech. Then the attention returned to the instruments. Jasper grinned, genuinely enjoying Brex’s enthusiasm. “That’s a pretty special piece then, handed down like that. Must carry a lot of memories with it,” he commented, appreciating the sentimental value attached to the bass. He sensed Brex’s readiness and eagerness, so he nodded in agreement. “Sounds good! Let’s head to the music room then. And seeing you’re well-prepared, I think we’re in for a good session,” he said with a friendly wink, subtly expressing his excitement for the musical collaboration ahead.
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