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Title: Friendsourced (from the blog of John H. Watson)
Author: Amedia
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Word Count: 200
Rating: G.
Summary: John asks his friendslist for help with his flatmate.
Author's Note: Response to
bulleteyes' drabble request: Since he has such a rich timbre to his speaking voice, John suspects Sherlock is a marvelous singer and you get to decide what he does to provoke Sherlock into revealing it.
Another friendslocked post.
First, I want to thank everyone for your superb suggestions to my last query. The very best idea, of course, was the most contrary one: the way to get Sherlock to sing was to keep singing things wrong until he just had to set me straight.
The first time he simply played the actual tune on the violin.
The second time he leaned over, pushed no more than three keys, and produced a midi version of the correct melody on my laptop.
The third time I made sure we were nowhere near a violin or a laptop, and bless my soul, I was right: that man has a voice.
It's every bit as grand as I expected, with a great range of pitch and dynamics, although he generally prefers to sing fortissimo. When he sings in our flat, it can be heard two houses over.
I know this because Mrs. Hudson has been referring the complaints to us. You see, Sherlock is awful. Loudly, vibrantly, sonorously, AWFUL.
My next request, dear friendslist, is to ask you to apply your brilliant problem-solving minds to a new query: HOW DO I GET HIM TO STOP?
TIA,
John H. Watson
Author: Amedia
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Word Count: 200
Rating: G.
Summary: John asks his friendslist for help with his flatmate.
Author's Note: Response to
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Another friendslocked post.
First, I want to thank everyone for your superb suggestions to my last query. The very best idea, of course, was the most contrary one: the way to get Sherlock to sing was to keep singing things wrong until he just had to set me straight.
The first time he simply played the actual tune on the violin.
The second time he leaned over, pushed no more than three keys, and produced a midi version of the correct melody on my laptop.
The third time I made sure we were nowhere near a violin or a laptop, and bless my soul, I was right: that man has a voice.
It's every bit as grand as I expected, with a great range of pitch and dynamics, although he generally prefers to sing fortissimo. When he sings in our flat, it can be heard two houses over.
I know this because Mrs. Hudson has been referring the complaints to us. You see, Sherlock is awful. Loudly, vibrantly, sonorously, AWFUL.
My next request, dear friendslist, is to ask you to apply your brilliant problem-solving minds to a new query: HOW DO I GET HIM TO STOP?
TIA,
John H. Watson