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Play Me Our Song; Reserved
Topic Started: Sep 27 2009, 10:17 PM (14,956 Views)
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Rei Pearce


Everybody had certain parts of themselves they weren’t too comfortable with. For some, it was their nose, their weight or even their hair. For Rei, it was a much more unsolvable issue that no amount of surgery could ever solve.

He was the shortest.

He wasn’t short as he was quite taller than the five foot mark and stood proudly at 5’9’’. It was just that everyone else he worked with happened to be at least two inches taller than him. Not one, but two. He had looked over their files and could verify it with documented proof. He was the shortest.

Which wouldn’t be a problem in any other profession. It was just that his certain job demanded some sort of respect and for him to stand above and lead people to a brilliant performance.

He was the conductor of a symphony orchestra. Not just any symphony orchestra, but the New York Symphony Orchestra.

Eighteen members in the woodwinds section, eleven in the brass, nineteen in the percussion, two in keyboards and fifty one playing strings, numbering off to a total of one hundred and one pairs of eyes staring at his every move and waiting for an instruction of when to breath, play and every other sort of action they should do.

What was the worst part of it all was his need to push down the stand ever so slightly so he could see the front row, never being quite tall enough to see. If only he was a blasted two inches taller…

It was a humiliating act he did at the beginning of every performance, since the crew before hand never did their job correctly. Today had been no exception.

The first act had gone over flawlessly, though it almost all came crashing down when one of the double basses had stopped looking and decided that his nails were much more interesting. A quick sharp point and glare had straightened him out.

Just as the curtains closed and the audience left for their washroom break, whispers broke out. Rei didn’t care, turning around to fix up his notes and get some quiet as he tried to ignore the various words spoken about him.

Pearce is right...he’d pierce us with his baton if he could.

Did you see that glare? He’s even more pissy than usual!

He ignored it. Just like he did every night. Screw them after all. He got his results, a perfect performance and a reputation that had them known world wide. He didn’t care if they didn’t appreciate this work, all that mattered were the smiles in the audience he saw in the audience after he finished these rough nights. Just one more act to go and he’d be done.

Too start teaching a brand new piece, much more difficult than what they were used to. He was getting a migraine just thinking about it, his entire demeanor darkening and seeming even colder than it usually was. He didn’t miss the shiver that went through part of the woodwinds section. They knew he hadn’t missed one of them going flat for at least three bars. It was only a matter of time.
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[ Isaac Langley ] - Second Principal ** | [ Matthias Derringer ] - Concertmaster

[ Wieniawski Grand Caprice ] - the piece that Isaac is messing around on.


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"Our conductor looks pissed," Matthias Derringer said, but he said it as if it was an irrecoverable fact. He was currently examining his strings, wiping them with a silk cloth. Matthias was endlessly anal about cleaning his strings, because apparently, being Concertmaster gave him extra limelight, "Shit, I think I frayed my A...anyone got an extra?"

"I do," Isaac Langley paused in his messing around to search in his case for an extra string packet. He found one and tossed it over, "Our dear concertmaster doesn't have an extra A? Wow, I'm amazed."

"Shut it, Langley." Matthias said darkly, they were pretty good friends, but during performances, Matthias was suddenly infected with what Isaac and others liked to call the 'Pearce Syndrome', whose symptoms included things like 'short tempers', and 'a gilded baton up his ass'. "And if you keep playing that blasted Caprice, I swear I will kill you. We've got Egnima Variations in the second half, don't you remember? And if the second violins mess up that entrance again in movement seven, I think Pearce will finally have a seizure and die."

Pearce wasn't because Matthias was being anal, everyone called him Pearce, because everyone was apparently afraid of him enough not to call him Rei. Hell, Isaac wasn't afraid of him, but it seemed such a waste to call him so intimately.

The guy probably didn't even get laid properly.

"Jesus, Derringer, pull that baton out of your freaking ass, one Pearce is enough for the New York Phil, trust me." Isaac rolled his eyes and played a few bars of the detested caprice for good measure.

"I do not have a baton up my ass." Matthias raked a hand through his hair and tugged at his bowtie. "Seriously though, every time we mess up, I'm the one that gets yelled at! And I don't even do anything. I'm the concertmaster!"

"And that makes you God." Isaac rolled his eyes again. "I swear, I'm going to unseat you in the next audition."

"You wouldn't, you like staring at Patricia's womanly endowments too much," Matthias muttered.

"My friend, the proper word for that would be 'boobs'." Isaac smirked. "You've been his dog too long. You get more anal with every gig, his influence. I swear, you used to be fun. But for the record, no, not really."

"Make him less anal then," Matthias said. "Bet you can't."

Isaac was about to start messing around again, but then he paused, "...Come again? You're not doubting my amazing, infallible charm, are you?"
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“Yes, I do doubt you,” Rei spoke, sending off a rather half-assed worker. “Listen to direction properly and perhaps that would change.” Sure he might have still been a bit bitter to have to pull down the stand. That didn’t excuse bad work ethic. As the man ran off, the light haired male couldn’t help but sigh before glancing at the various notes.

Rei paused at the sheet music, eyeing the plethora of pencil marks that stained the once crisp white paper. It made him smile bitterly, a hand pulling at his hair to try and ignore the forming migraine. Why did he put in such effort for a group of individuals that honestly couldn’t care less if he dropped dead?

He knew that the majority wanted nothing more than a new conductor. It wasn’t like they hadn’t even tried. They brought in someone new, expecting this savior to take over and do better. They were wrong. The day of work to introduce the piece extended to an entire week. The conductor had tried to ‘negotiate’ between the sections and ask for their opinions. The result was catastrophic to the ear.

When he heard it, Rei had stormed right up to the podium, took the baton from the male and informed him that if he ever wanted to attempt conduction again, he should start with a simple waltz. It was the only piece he hadn’t received a single complaint or whisper from. A week later it all changed as the incident, as his talent, was forgotten.

Rei was a perfectionist. Not even to the regular degree of sticking to a piece, but holding the firm belief that until fingers were bleeding no one had the right to tell him their fingers hurt from practicing. Until apiece could be performed effortlessly to its maximum beauty, he made them practice. He didn’t even want to think of the countless hours he put into the music afterwards as he thought of the best way to produce sound from each individual.

He could spot a lazy player in a moment and hear an out of tone sound immediately. It was that exact reason he was currently in something akin to panic.

For Rei never actually showed his panic, or any other strong emotion on his features. In fact, he was pretty flat faced save for the frowns and scowls his orchestra saw. It didn’t appear like that to the audience, who tended to be awed by his graceful hands pointing and directing, his flicking wrists introducing new instruments and parts, and the beautiful soft smile he always showed the crowd as he gave a bow.

It was that one moment where he truly felt like he soared above everyone else, lifted up by the clapping hands that made his small stature double.

But that was his exact worry. A horrible nightmare that no one would clap and he would amount to nothing. It was what made him anal. Especially when the blasted strings section as a whole had never gotten their part perfect even once during rehearsal. Sure it was only a select few but they ruined the sound as a whole.

He considered changing song choice but his pride wouldn’t let him. There was no way his orchestra would screw up.

“Rei,” a voice called, belonging to the owner of this particular theatre. He didn’t react immediately. His thoughts absorbed with various crescendos and pauses. “Rei”, the voice repeated, the male coming up before taking in a gulp of air. “Rei!”

“I heard you the first time,” he lied effortlessly, raising his head as he cocked an eyebrow and stared at the male.

“The intermission is almost over.”

“…Ah.”

His eyes floated down to the music instinctively, his fingers tapping away at one melody as his foot went to another, his other hand holding an invisible baton waving to a completely different beat all together. “You’re too dedicated. They treat you like shit and you love music too much for—“

“But they can play,” he interrupted, standing up as his head bobbed to the melody still in his head. “I love music Leroy, you know that. I live in breath for the beauty of sound and enjoy nothing more than stripping a piece naked and teaching it to someone else. I care nothing for their gossip and games. As long as they play and love too play.” He began to walk away at this point, not yet visible to his musical talents but only a few steps away.

“But what if their games involve you?”

Rei stopped, turning back as a ghost of a smile covered his feature. “I’ll deal with that unlikely event when it happens. Enjoy the Enigma, I rarely accept requests you know.” With that he walked away, his cold controlled features back on as he walked to his place and organized his music.

He said nothing. He didn’t have to. All he had to do was tap the baton once and all attention was on him. Rei took in a breath. Now all he had to wait for was the opening of the curtain.
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And besides, they were the New York Phil. It was kind of hard for them to screw up noticeably. Of course Rei Pearce noticed every squeak, and Isaac was known to make a few squeaks here and there because he felt like it...which was probably the whole reason he was sitting second Principal and Matthias was concertmaster. And besides, it wasn't like they were up against anyone, if you pitted Matthias against Alex Treger though? He'd probably get his ass handed to him.

Matthias stared at him, "What infallible charm?"

"You know, my infallible charm," Isaac dug a stick of gum out of his pocket and unrolled the wrapper. "You're only immune to it because you're too busy playing dog right now. I swear, if he gets laid even once, the whole phil would be happier."

Matthias stared at him again, "Excuse me?"

"I said," Isaac's voice was tangy as the gum he was chewing. "If Rei Pearce gets la-aid, I"m sure we'll be a much more productive orchestra."

"You volunteering?"

Isaac looked surprised for a moment, and then he shrugged, "Sure. What do I get?"

"Hundred bucks from every string player...including violas." Matthias had a habit of adding violas as an afterthought, mostly every violinist did that, though. "I'll arrange it. You get a month, if you can't get into his pants by the end of the month, then...you owe us all money."

"...Deal." Isaac blew a minty bubble as they shook on it. Well...this just got a lot more interesting.

"Musicians onstage! Now!"

And for the first time, Isaac Langley was all smiles as he took his seat with his 1876 Ferroni violin, directly in front of the conductor.
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Rei never gave any encouraging words. It brought up improper emotions and tended to only hinder a performance. He instead moved to make eye contact with every individual not moving on until he was sure he had everyone’s attention. He started from the sides, moving in before going to the other, always doing the middle last.

The usual sight included shivers, fingers moving over notes in silent review and flipping of pages. He never saw a smile. It was why he had to do a double take when a certain violinist seemed to be doing the action. Right in front of him also, where it was undeniable that he would be seen. It almost irked him but also let him know that he best be on his guard.

Perhaps a starting word wouldn’t be so bad just for today. “String, read your music properly. I expect superior sound than the first act,” he warned, the sound of his voice getting the majority of the instrument players to sit up straight. They were almost tempted to whisper but an icy gaze stopped them.

The tension became thick until Leroy walked behind the group, winking and showing him thumbs up. Rei merely nodded, a smile threatening to break his mask. He controlled it though. As if he’d let the players know his emotional attachment to the piece, it’d only fuel their want to make a mistake.

The curtain seemed to open suddenly, causing Rei to straighten and stand tall; pulling at his tux slightly before he lightly ran a hand through his hair. There was no introduction to the crowd but they were silent, air held deeply inside as they waited.

Rei delivered, nodding his head slightly to let the beat silently go through everyone’s mind before his hands went to work. It was soft at first, the smooth motions of his hand quieting down sound or increasing it with a small flick, each action of his face focused completely on the score as he let the sound surround him.

Maybe Isaac had been right to smile. After all, he could have heard he heard a few members of the audience stop breathing and if a quick glance at Leroy had been right, that seemed like the glimmer of thankful tears.

He only let his eyes flicker in joy before noticing the rather circled area of entry he had always been worried about. He wouldn’t let anyone ruin this performance, not when it had been going so well. He could only pray.
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Elgar's Enigma Variations. a gorgeous piece that he was promptly going to destroy when they got back on Matthias' car. At least, that was what Isaac thought, anyway. After all, Matthias took a very long time to get into the mood, and he was still pissy that Elgar didn't think enough of a violin to put a solo. Hell, even the stupid violas got solo. If anything, Matthias and Pearce really did deserve one another...and if anything from that, Isaac thought that the concertmaster had a much better chance of getting into the conductor's pants than him.

Well, that was what made life interesting, right?

Isaac was a fairly good multitasker though, he never missed entries as he chomped away on his gum, but not in an obnoxious way...yet, he'd wait until that one movement where the seconds had nothing to do.

But now they did, and he could feel Pearce's glare on the tip of his bow, warning him not to mess up. He never did, but he couldn't vouch for the rest of his section. Which made it even better, he hoped they messed up so he could get a 'private scolding session'. More often than not, it was Matthias that got the brunt of the blame. And Isaac always had to wonder what they did in there, had to be more than scolding.

And besides, back in the days when Pearce used to scold him, it rolled right off his back.

So when that little dreaded spot rolled around, he conveniently 'forgot' to cue, and of course Patricia cued, but no one looked at second chair.

So...well, there was an entrance, but not a whole lot of noise. Pearce was probably going to blow his early graying head over that too.
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It was all going perfectly, as he gave his cues flawlessly and could only hope everyone else would follow as they were supposed to and wouldn’t forget anything. Just as Rei had finally thought that everything would be going perfectly, that perhaps this song wouldn’t be ruined for his dear friend, it all came crashing down.

The entrance was far too weak. It might have practically not even been there. In fact, it was the worst possible sound he’d ever heard of it.

He didn’t visually react to it, his hands immediately quieting down the piece as he moved to create a different sound effect. It wasn’t the piece and he was making it up now, many of the eyes staring at him much more intently as they caught on that things were not going as they were meant too.

Inside though, he was fuming. Leroy had requested this song. It wasn’t any ordinary song the man liked, but held high emotional values for the male as it was his wife’s favorite, who had died a year ago today. It was the most important performance of his life and one idiots forgetful mind had ruined it.

In a rather daring move and right in the middle, he dropped his baton, fully using both his hands to rebuild the volume and grandeur of the piece, eyes closed as he focused fully on the sound and tried to remember just where the gap had come from.

Then the smiling face came to mind. Isaac would be getting one hell of a scolding and that was only if he had a good excuse for his action.

The piece thankfully ended spectacularly, ending much better than the original would have allowed. The mistake had been turned into an amazing performance but it was still not the one he had planned to do. It was not the song Leroy had wanted and therefore, was a failure.

He turned around anyway, holding his breath as nothing but silent met him. There it was, his nightmare. Eyes staring at him in shock, all the blame going to no one but him. He did not practice enough and he had failed at his job. Rei had even prepared to apologize until a single clap was heard from the side, finally snapping the audience members who had been too awed by the song to move.

The roar of the crowd was deafening and Rei finally smiled and bowed lowly, his hand clenched as he swore to apologize firmly to Leroy and get back at Isaac.

The man would be lucky if he ever let him play ever again.
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Well, what the hell. One missed entrance, he and Patricia got it, and maybe, second stand caught it, second stand usually caught things like that...but one look at Pearce's eyes told him that he was going to get it. Still, the rest of the piece went flawlessly and even the violist didn't screw up. Oveall, it was a good performance, save for the little stunt Isaac had pulled. After the ten minute standing ovation was over, he retreated back into the green room, where the strings were.

"You actually did it." Matthias was wiping at his strings again, "Why'd you do that? He's going to have your head now."

"Well, hey, you can't just jump into a man's pants, Mattie, you gotta start somewhere. I figure since it's Pearce, might as well start by him yelling at me, and besides, I really want to know what the two of you do in that closet anyway."

"I'll tell you what we do, you perverted ass, he yells at me, threatens to fire me and that's it. Clothes are still on, nothing happens." Matthias muttered, "And don't call me Mattie, Isaac."

Hearing 'Isaac' leave his friend's lips, Isaac smiled, knowing that Matthias was back to his usual self again. "He can't fire me, the worst he's gonna do is demote me, we both studied under Treger, and you know just as well as me that I'm better than you. Besides, if we're betting the entire string section, something's telling me that I'm going to be very rich."

"Or very broke." Matthias added, just to burst his bubble. "You just had to go and make him mad. Look, most people wouldn't sleep with people they're pissed off at anyway. You've better have a plan B outside of jumping him in the closet."

'The closet was actually a converted closet that had been made into Pearce's office, but to this day, Isaac still referred to it as the 'closet' and it stuck with pretty much everyone. "Sheesh, Matthias, I have more tact than that! You have to have more faith in me. I play a 1876 Ferroni." He added with a cheeky smile.

"...That's almost as bad as me saying that I'm concertmaster."

"Come off it, it was great, no one noticed. Ten minute standing ovation, what more could you fucking want?"
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The standing ovation had only slightly decreased his nerves. However, it was the apology he wasn’t looking forward to. When the curtain was closed and the final cheer had receded, he nodded as Leroy called him to the back, following as the door was closed and only the two of them remained.

“I’m sorry.”

The words surprised Leroy, even more so as he watched Rei bow deeply. “S-Stop that Rei. It isn’t like you.”

“You asked for a performance of your song. Your song with certain dynamics and tempos that took weeks for me to fully understand and even longer for the orchestra. It was a dumb prank meant to bring out a reaction from me and it was extremely ill timed. You have my extreme apologi-”

“She would have loved it Rei.” The words made him stop, as the light haired male glanced up from the floor and noticed the teary eyed male. “She loved any song you took charge of and I’ve never seen you take the reigns like that before. After that mistake, a whole new life came to the piece. Who knows...maybe you’ve found your muse?”

“An irresponsible brat isn’t a muse, just a hindrance. Don’t remind me of him. I’ll see you later though, I have to go talk some sense into a puberty controlled head.”

Rei walked off, the guilt still strongly holding him as the words lightly echoed in his head. That wasn’t muse, that was panic and fear. Walking by the green room, he stopped as he noticed Isaac smiling away and laughing like always. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Langley. Derringer. A word.”
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"And don't you insult my 1876 Ferroni, you're the one that's got the 1769 Poli--whatchamacallit." Isaac rolled his eyes again, "How do I pronounce it again?"

"Politskitowski. It's Russian, he only made twenty of these." Matthias said, in a voice that told Isaac that he had gone over this time, and time, and time again. "Don't you ever quit?"

"Moi? No, of course not. And if he only made twenty of those, I'm still pondering how you got one, really." Isaac blew a bubble, it was no longer minty, and he meandered to the nearest trash can to spit out the gum, when he almost swallowed it altogether.

"Hey--"

“Langley. Derringer. A word.”

This command got the attention of everyone in the room. A violist squeaked and practically cowered, and the people instantly moved towards the nearest wall, leaving Matthias and Isaac at gun point. Matthias was rolling his eyes. Isaac was smirking, after his bent and spit out his gum. (Yet another thing for Pearce to get on his case about, but what the hell.)

"And off to the closet we go...again, come on Mattie."

"Don't call me that."

When all three of them were situated in the closet, Isaac loosened his bowtie, "...How may I help you, Pearce?" Matthias was probably there for show, unless Pearce was really intending to rope the poor concertmaster into this too.
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Rei didn’t speak after that, leading the way toward his little area of work. Countless papers of music covered every desk and wall, relaxing him just a bit more as he reached for a rather large pile of sheet music and rested a hand on it.

“Derringer, here are the new pieces. Make sure everyone leaves here with a copy. Practice begins tomorrow at noon...but,” he spoke, lifting his hand as his moved to reach over to his calendar and glancing at it.

“String is to come in early. Six am. Sharp. Late comers can go looking for a new job. This also applies to the both of you.”

He paused for a moment, trying to think if there was anything else he needed to tell the current concertmaster. “And we’ll be holding new auditions in three days to see if you two are still the best violinists we have...though after tonight that thought is worrisome. That is all.”

He glanced at a piece of music, waiting to hear the foot steps until he realized that he had completely by passed Isaac and gone to his own order of matters. That reminded him.

“Not you Langley. You stay here. Derringer, I’ll see you tomorrow morning fifteen minutes earlier than the rest to help with set up.”

Rei waited till Matthias left the room before his calm expression turned a bit colder.

“Care to explain that little stunt or shall I just replace your seat immediately?”
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Was this what he had to look forward to when he was concertmaster? Making copies? Setting up a whole fifteen minutes early? Concertmaster? Really? But Isaac looked amazed as Matthias took the stack of music and nodded, "Then, I'll see you tomorrow, Pearce." Just like a stupid, obedient dog. What. The. Hell. "I'll wait in the car, Isaac."

Oh, that reminded him, he wasn't dismissed. Isaac looked at the conductor, who looked like he was still fuming. He opted for a rat's scurry out of this place, "...If anything? The fact that I forgot to cue shouldn't have brought the whole section to a stop, if you want to unseat me, go right ahead. But I know for a fact that if you promote Patricia to principal, the male half of my section will stop looking at you altogether." Which was partially the reason she was up there, Isaac wouldn't look.

And besides, she didn't play half as well.

Pearce could delude himself all he wanted, but Derringer and Langley were his best players by far. "And holding auditions..." He allowed himself a slow smirk, "Aren't you afraid I'll unseat your precious dog?" Because he could. Isaac knew it, he was pretty sure Matthias knew it too.

Jesus. Of all the other conductors that he had played under, Peare took the cake for 'most anal'. "Pearce, we got a standing ovation, the first four came in, no one even noticed. What the hell is wrong with you? If you're really so ticked at me, let me buy you a drink? Make it all go away."
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Rei stayed eerily silent as Isaac spoke, waiting until the violinist had finished before speaking. “Do you know the background of this performance?”

He didn’t wait to hear an answer. “It’s for a dear friend of mine who got me out of some trouble a few years ago. He not only invited us to this theatre but he made a very special request for a performance in dedication to his dead wife who died a year ago today.”

The next pause was for his own sake, as he debated just how much he should reveal. “She was a violinist. Enigma was her favorite. It was a performance out of dedication to a deceased woman who unfortunately for you all, introduced me to music.”

“We only got a standing ovation because I had to change the entire dynamics in the matter of seconds which completely altered the piece and its meaning. Leroy noticed Langley.”

His answer seemed to have cracked at this point, finally turning around to look Isaac in the eye and strangely enough, not show anger. Just disappointment.

“You were the last person I expected to make such an error. Especially when you know that Derringer has to scan through at least twenty pieces every weekend and go through hours of discussing how far to take a crescendo. Then again, that wouldn’t really matter to you, now would it? How could I ever let you become concertmaster if you can’t even get a single cue right?”

It was harsh and Rei knew it, but he was upset. He thought better. In fact, he had his eye on making Isaac their next concertmaster. Tonight though, had quickly changed everything. "A drink would be lovely, but I'd rather go with others."
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He'd been ready to rant about how he gave up Boston Phil for New York because Matthias loved New York, worshipped it in his sleep, mumbled street names, even. Isaac had been concertmaster of the Boston Phil. And the conductor there had nothing but good things to say for his performances. Such personality! Leadership! Fire! But--

For a moment, Isaac's hand froze on his loose bowtie.

Well, technically speaking, they did the stuff they were supposed to do for the phil together over breakfast coffee. So it wasn't just Matthias...but that didn't change the fact that he had essentially disrespected the dead. All for what? Three thousand dollars? No doubt Matthias had arranged it by now. All he had to do was text everyone on his phone. But still...even that didn't change the fact that Isaac Langely...sort of felt terrible.

And for a long moment, he said nothing. He just froze there, possibly chastised for the first time in his entire musical career, and by the same man that he...

Pearce had 'dear' friends? And apparently Isaac had...talk about a downer. Or two, or three.

That just served to make him feel even worse.

Finally, Isaac retied his tie, "Well, you must have done something right then, if you changed, and we all followed. Be ticked as you want at me, but at least be proud of yourself for that, yeah?" And then he looked to the floor again.

"I'm sorry, I won't do that again. May I go, Pearce?"
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The reaction made the look fade from his eyes, turning back to that hard to read void. “I’m glad you understand the importance of a mistake. Every performance is for a reason and always has a story behind it. It isn’t to be treated lightly,” he spoke before he suddenly stopped thinking of the right thing to say.

“Don’t feel too bad about it,” he started, the words sounding awkward as a rather sad attempt at comfort was done. “You couldn’t have known. Not even Derringer knew. Only three people knew the importance of this...two if we’re only counting the living. Just don’t make the same mistake again when I ask you to cue again.”

It was his form of forgiveness and a second chance. To assign a similar role and hope that it would be done and that he wouldn’t be betrayed. It was just strange in his ears to hear the compliment.

“I can’t be proud of myself. I’m a conductor. I should have made sure, that even with your cue, the entrance was successful. Tonight was no one’s failure but mine.”

Rei shook his head, looking at the male with eyes glued to the floor. “You’re a talented musician. You have a chip on your shoulder the size of Nevada but you have talent. Never hold your head down in front of me again and then I’ll know you aren’t lying.”

He turned, walking over to his desk as he began to assort various papers.

“You’re dismissed.”

He thought once again, biting his lip before he turned around and just the smallest of smiles and kindness shone through him. “And if you don’t screw up again, then perhaps a drink would be nice. Have a good night Langley.”
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