2007-02-17: Sing Us a Song, You're the Piano Man


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Summary: Evan takes the night off from playing with his jazz band at the Oldcastle to actually listen and have a few drinks while warding off a headache. He reveals his life goals and some of his philosophies on life to the bartender, Ianto.

Date It Happened: February 17th, 2007

Sing Us a Song, You're the Piano Man

Oldcastle Pub and Restaurant

At least one night a week, Oldcastle Pub has a Jazz Night. Mainly because the lead singer, Anne, of this little band is a pub favorite. Usually, Evan Morgan is with them on stage, but someone else is sitting in for him while he nurses his drink and a headache. However that doesn't stop the man from cat calling after Anne in between songs.

And here regularly is Ianto. Who is he? Well, he's some Welshman the pub hired several months ago as the new bartender. He seemed a little rocky at first, but he's gotten pretty good over his time here!
In time, he approches Evan after cleaning a few pint glasses. "Having another?" he asks, his accent making his origins truly shown.

Evan ponders for a moment, flicking some stray hair out of his eyes. "My liver says no, however my migraine says yes." He grins and leans back in the chair, pushing his empty glass forward and out of the way. "It's been filling up quite nicely in here lately. Have the tips been any good? Or are these people still stuck up as ever?"

"The tips are okay, I suppose," Ianto replies. He takes the empty class and refills it accordingly. "I haven't been here as long as a number of others, but I don't do too badly." He shrugs and leans onto the bar a little. "Is this headache the reason why you're not up there playing like you usually do?"

"Yeah… It gets bad some days. I started off the night good, than it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm sure laying down in a dark room will help once I get home. But for now, I'll just listen to Annie sing and deal with it." Leaning forward just a bit he takes a sip. "I'm sure the accent helps your tips. Women love foreign men. Makes me wish I studied abroad when I was younger."

Ianto can't help but smile and chuckle at that. "It might help me even more if I were actually Irish, right?" he jests. "And don't fret about where you studied. This country's pretty great! It's a nice place to make a living! The taxes are few and the sun shines more often here."
He reaches under the bar and grabs himself a bottled water. "As far as women go, I'd wager you're not bad off. Women love musicians, too. How long have you been playing?"

"I can't remember a time when I didn't play. There are pictures of me banging on the piano when I was two." Evan chuckles and shrugs his shoulder. "Eh I do alright with the women. They like me for one night, but hardly long enough to stick around to be something worth while."

The bartender nods. "Well, I suppose as long as everyone enjoys themselves," he replies indifferently. "You must like being a pianist, though. You've been doing it for a long time." He wanders over to clean a few shot glasses, but continues. "I wish I was playing as long as you. It takes a lot of practice, patience, and time." He looks back to Evan and adds, "You keep on the way you do and you could do very well for yourself!"

Evan shakes his head. "This just pays the bills. I'm going to be a network engineer. I work for RTS. You make actual money, and its stable." There is a bit of a bitter tone in his voice and Evan slams back his drink and sets it back on the bar. "You're a full of too many false dreams if you think you can make it out there on your own like that."

Ianto frowns a little and shrugs. "A number of others have, though. Do you think that's so far fetched?" He ponders a second, rolling off, "There's Stevie Wonder, Billy Joel, um… they've had success in playing music. When you think about these people, it can't be such a pipe dream, can it?"

"When Julliard rejects you.. its hard to be taken seriously. I like playing out here, because there are no rules, no set sheets of music, no certain way to play. You just sit up there with the band, play what comes nature, and forget the song in the morning." Evan says with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'd rather just play for fun, and not have to be a job."

That makes Ianto pause for a second. "Julliard… they turned you down, too? It's very difficult to get into." He takes a swig of his water. "I suppose you have a point, though. I hear the music business is pretty difficult to get yourself into."
He takes the drink glass from the bar. "One more?"

Evan nods his head. "It was my own fault.. I failed my entrance piece. Still I didn't bother to go back afterwards." Pushing the glass forward and nods. "Yea.. I'll take another. Now I have memories to block, on top of my headache." He gives a sly grin and adjusts his hat.

Ianto gets to the order as he chuckles some. Upon serving the drink, he says to Evan, "At least you have fun when you do play. That's most important!"

"Yep, its my fun activity, and it pays my entertainment bills. Nothing mroe I can ask for." Evan says with a grin. "Except for a steady girlfriend that is." He gives the bar keep a wink.

With a smile and a nod, Ianto responds with, "Yes, a steady girl would be nice. I've heard many say here that a good woman is hard to find. You find that to be the case?"

Evan snorts. "Yeah. Trying to find a woman who has intelligence and isn't after your money, or isn't a complete emotional wreck? I say its impossible. Or.. they're smart and have decided not to date men. Or they're not worth waking up to every morning with out screaming that there is some unholy creature in your bed." Evan shrugs a bit and grins. "Perhaps it is my pessimistic outlook that keeps me from finding a good one."

"Pessimistic outlook?" Ianto repeats with a grin. "Noooo…" That said with a hint of sarcasm. "I didn't think American women were that much different then the women in the UK." He laughs a little. "All the same, lad. I wish you the best of luck with that, there." He nods in reassurance and asks, "How's the headache?"

Evan pinches the bridge of his nose and winces a bit. "Still there. Though the Alcohol is at least helping em to pretend it isn't. I think however, I shall stumble my way home before I forget which key unlocks the door." Evan grins, standing to put out the money he needs to pay for his tab.

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