[Klaus is not what you'd call a 'classical music guy.' Sure he knows some of the major composers or whatever because they'd been stuffed into his head as a kid, but most of those names have been replaced since then by far more important things, or in some cases, just blank space. So he couldn't name the song that he's hearing if he tried, couldn't name the composer, and doesn't particularly care.
What he does know is that the particular piece someone's playing that echoes throughout the city, bouncing off all those cement walls, is really familiar. Couldn't name the composer, couldn't name the piece, but he knows where he knows it from. It's attached to one familiar name in his head.
Vanya.
So he's off before he's even really put any thought into it, still barreling ahead in his usual impulsive way. Out of the agriculture area and out over the breezeway and into the garden that lines the inside of each level, until he gets to the edge, squints until he figures out the general direction the music is coming from, and then trotting off in that direction.
It takes him about 15 minutes to find her, and when he does, he's panting, leaning over, hands on his knees. He doesn't look much different than she might remember - still wearing his leather pants, though with floral-print boots instead of bowling shoes, a blue net tank top under his usual army jacket. The major difference is that his hair is longer, curling around his ears and the back of his neck. The moment he catches his breath, he pads toward her, quiet until he speaks.]
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What he does know is that the particular piece someone's playing that echoes throughout the city, bouncing off all those cement walls, is really familiar. Couldn't name the composer, couldn't name the piece, but he knows where he knows it from. It's attached to one familiar name in his head.
Vanya.
So he's off before he's even really put any thought into it, still barreling ahead in his usual impulsive way. Out of the agriculture area and out over the breezeway and into the garden that lines the inside of each level, until he gets to the edge, squints until he figures out the general direction the music is coming from, and then trotting off in that direction.
It takes him about 15 minutes to find her, and when he does, he's panting, leaning over, hands on his knees. He doesn't look much different than she might remember - still wearing his leather pants, though with floral-print boots instead of bowling shoes, a blue net tank top under his usual army jacket. The major difference is that his hair is longer, curling around his ears and the back of his neck. The moment he catches his breath, he pads toward her, quiet until he speaks.]
Vanya?