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| lucier | Nov 6 2009, 01:25 PM Post #316 |
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"Huh?...Oh." Isaac blinked at him and accepted his coat and spread on the back of his chair like before. It was slightly wet, but it wasn't like he was going to wear it indoors and he had his car in an indoor parking lot. He bit his lip and looked away. It was so like Pearce to call him on it, and whereas he usually could have let it roll off his shoulders, damn Bradley--he almost felt guilty. "I'm just a little bit under the weather," saying that he was hungover was probably a little more less unforgivable. "I'm fine, seriously." And he could have gone on to defend his position on how he was absolutely fine, when Pearce slipped out half of his first name. He had to pause a moment for that to sink in, but then he shrugged. "I could say the same thing for you, really." After all, he wasn't the only one down on his game today. But damn it, he wouldn't even be like this if Bradley St. Ryan didn't invade his head. Besides, it wasn't like he was completely slipping, he was just a bit slow. That was all. But being 'just a bit' slow was fatal for his current situation. Or maybe not. Bell didn't look like he was showing up today. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 7 2009, 02:35 PM Post #317 |
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"It doesn't matter if you're fine or not fine," Rei pointed out rather briskly. "As long as--" A voice from the back of the hall seemed to interrupt and finish the sentence in general. "--it doesn't affect your performance. Standards slipping brat?" It was such a casual comment that even Rei was caught off guard, lifting up an eyebrow as he looked at the light haired male who entered, though it seemed the usual cigarette was missing from his mouth. York in all his glory, pen and paper in hand. Probably the one man worse than Bell himself to a current Isaac. "It's raining and you don't have a car," he explained immediately as he kept walking forward before he moved to casually drape his arm over Rei's shoulder. "I was in the area and remembered you had rehearsal, will probably walk home and let the cold take advantage of your weak immune system." The conductor easily brushed off the hand on his shoulder before giving the other a plain look. "I do not have a weak immune system." "Oh yeah, just like your neck isn't sensitive." Rei bit his lip and glared, forgetting the other eyes in the room who were watching the exchange. |
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| lucier | Nov 7 2009, 03:19 PM Post #318 |
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And...there went the rest of Isaac’s day, well, it was already shitty to begin with, but still. That didn’t seem quite fair that Nick York of all people had to show up to the last half hour of the rehearsal just to spite him. Although, as Isaac was not his usual chipper self, he merely shot the critic a glare and pursed his lips. “They are not.” His standards never slipped, if anything, he just sounded exhausted all around. And there was another thing, he’d wanted to offer Pearce a ride home again, but seeing as how York was here, that certainly wasn’t needed. Fuck them all. His temple throbbed readily in agreement. He would have turned right around and gave York the finger as proudly as he knew how, but Pearce was standing there so he couldn’t. Don’t fight with the critic, he didn’t know why he remembered the warning from a while back, usually he didn’t remember. But maybe-- “Just sod off,” he stood up. “I mean...just stop it.” It took forever for him to get all the British mannerisms out, when he wasn’t paying attention sometimes, they still slipped back in. Fuck this. “I’m going to get some water.” Matthias found his friend an angry stormcloud by the water dispenser, “What’s wrong now?” “York is here, and I sound British. I think I might have to go jump off a bridge.” Isaac answered darkly. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 7 2009, 03:43 PM Post #319 |
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Nick gave a dark frown as he watched the violinist. Joshua had been right, the kid was certainly planning something and it strangely enough had to do with Rei. Which he just couldn't allow. His gaze only darkened at the british slip, wondering just how well the man really did know the conductor. "What's up his ass..." Nick trailed off as he saw the rather dazed expression on Rei's face as he brushed a strand behind his ear. "Oh hell no. Don't tell me you haven't gotten over you love of accents," he whispered, though it sounded more like a hiss. "I am not in love with them," Rei denied, quickly snapping out of it. "You'd just jump in the sack with them," Nick retorted, not bothering to look at the shocked shorter male. "Don't deny it. You heard 'sod' and went all glossy eyed on me. It makes me want to sock someone." Rei sighed, rolling his eyes before placing a hand on his music. "Wait outside during rehearsal. Don't argue, you're a distraction and you know it. I don't need my concertmaster too pissed off to work properly." He paused as he heard the sharp intake of breath. "You didn't deny not wanting to jump in the sack with him." He sent a sharp look to the critic, his eyes darkening. "I didn't think such idiocity needed to even be corrected. Now get out of my hall for half an hour before I decide to ask Isaac to drive me home again." Nick visibly bristled, shock and anger all over his features. 'Isaac? Driving home again?' He thought angrily before nodding. "I'll be in the car. Don't take too long," he spoke, turning on his heels as he whipped out a cigarette and lit it up before he even left the hall, walking out though he slowed down when he saw Isaac. "Keep your paws off Rei," he spoke darkly. "He's mine." With that he kept walking, letting the door close loudly behind him as he unlocked his car and sat in the seat, sulking in his own behavior and at the entire situation. |
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| lucier | Nov 7 2009, 03:57 PM Post #320 |
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Well, whether Pearce and York knew it or not, Isaac was slipping up for another reason, one that, surprisingly given the situation at hand, had nothing to do with his conductor, but everything to do with a cocky English blonde that ruined everything. Which was why Isaac avoided England like the plague, he liked France better. And when Isaac said someone was cocky, they usually were. Although when he walked out again, he saw York and...totally wasn't expecting the warning he was given. O-kay. So apparently York had a thing for the conductor too...which really wasn't that surprising, but quoting Rei himself, the two of them would never work out because...York was too light-haired. Um. Isaac couldn't believed he worked with these people, explained why his sanity was lost to him most of time, although he liked to consider himself sane. But why would York say something like that...unless they had an argument about him and Pearce--defended him? Suddenly it almost seemed possible (and he wasn't thinking about the bet at all.) Isaac looked at the man bristling before him, and then back at his conductor, who gave nothing away as per usual. So he just shrugged as lightly as possible, that rolled off his back, after all, York was threatening him over something perfectly ridiculous. "As long as he hasn't decided that yet, you're out of luck. I've got rehearsal." Or...maybe not. Isaac didn't know what to think about anything anymore, and he busied himself getting out his violin. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 7 2009, 04:07 PM Post #321 |
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Rei frowned, all too aware of why the critic had gotten so out of hand. He was probably pissed off over the letter and how easily the message had been ignored, not to mention that he never liked any possible partners that the conductor chose. It would make things awkward for the next few days but he'd ignore it like he usually did. He had more important things to worry about than the pouting, immature actions of his friend. He had rehearsal and needed to shake the shiver out by the end, get some rest and then go to dinner like he promised. Alice would hate to be disappointed. However that brought upon a horrible, painful reminder of what she would probably ask about. Isaac. Who wasn't exactly in the fairest of moods, which his niece would surely be worrying about. Which meant he would either need to lie (which he couldn't fathom doing)...or ensuring that he wouldn't need to lie. So with that strange thought in mind, he lifted up his baton and asked for the concerto to be pulled out. "Isaac, play solo." It was a strange request considering the day but it also showed a strange trust that the conductor had. Trusting that no matter what, Isaac would be able to pull through and play the part flawlessly and let him talk to his niece normally. He couldn't do much and he couldn't show much, but he wondered if the strange message would come across. |
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| lucier | Nov 7 2009, 04:16 PM Post #322 |
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Something definitely crawled up York's arse--ass (damn it) and died an awful death. Isaac contented himself with that and felt a bit better. Besides, the man was leaving now and Isaac didn't have to worry about him. He saw Matthias glancing over at him and shrugged. He was fine, not a lot could happen in a half hour anyway. But they were sans Bell, so-- "Isaac, play solo." That got everyone to stop in their tracks, because well, Pearce had called him Isaac again, but the thing was, Isaac was almost getting used to hearing Isaac as opposed to Langley, was that a bad thing? But Pearce was trying to tell him something else, maybe because he felt guilty about Yori's interruption? "Okay." Patricia was whispering something to Gabrielle, who was giggling, right. But Isaac only nodded and got up, Matthias moved over, and Isaac fetched the extra stand and opened the music while the rest of them tuned up. Maybe Pearce remembered, how flawless it had been. It was only reflexes, the greateest masters could play the violin at their best when they were drunk. Although Isaac wasn't drunk, only hungover and unable to stop sounding British. That was just as bad. He quickly glossed over some of the more difficult bars, and then tucked his violin under his arm. "I'm good." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 7 2009, 04:23 PM Post #323 |
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The slip wasn't even noticed. His mind had been changed from calling the man Langley to Isaac for a while and his mouth was just following suit. But it was also a form of politeness, of acting distant yet making it very clear that he still had memory of last night as wasn't yet capable of making the decision. A small hope and apology for York's behavior. Not that he would verbally admit it. It would be up to Isaac to figure that out on his own. So he raised his hands, tapping the beat before beginning and signalling the piece to begin, waiting for the solo to ring flawlessly in his ears like he expected too. He could only hope it would. Especially as he had to glare down the fierce whispers that were passing through the rows, which silenced up immediately when they felt the cold gaze promise punishment if they uttered another word. Replying to the words was best ignored, considering he might let out a few slips he might actually take note of and bring problems and more rumors, even those that he wasn't aware of, specifically one about a bet that was fiercely circulating around. |
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| lucier | Nov 7 2009, 04:32 PM Post #324 |
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Isaac Langley, after two years and forever, had become Isaac. And although Isaac thought that he would stick to calling him by his surname in public and the workplace, he was pleasantly wrong. He was going to celebrate that victory later, but not with a drink. This was news for the whole orchestra, Isaac Langley wasn't just all talk, and they really would be out two hundred bucks by the end of the month, but almost two weeks ahd passed, so maybe Isaac wouldn't be able to make it in time. At least, the more cynical half of the orchestra thought that way. After all, Isaac's antics were immortalized ever since he coined the 'baton up his ass' phrase when he had started out as a rookie. But he needed concentrate now. No thought of Bradley St. Ryan and accidentally sounding English on his account. No more York, and even the bet didn't matter. Neither did the hangover, sometime ago, he had perfected emptying his mind while he was playing. THere was nothing at all, but the music in his head, and the notes, clear and confident that was drawn from his bow. There was only the music... |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 7 2009, 04:38 PM Post #325 |
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Isaac played. He played beautifully, the instrument an extension of his body that made Rei lose his regret over the sudden decision he made. It was refreshing to know that by the end of rehearsal, one he even cut short, that not everything had been wasted. That and everything seemed to have been going on pretty well. They had improved almost every error and just needed to practice. Rei wasn't feeling too bad about all that, breathing a sigh of relief as the piece ended. "Focus on the ending of each section, it's getting rushed," he warned. "Again." So rehearsal continued, the song repeated as Rei pointed out errors each time until his clock showed that two hours had passed and he let the final echoing notes be played out. "That's the end of rehearsal today," he spoke, as the silence finally let the people inside the hall hear just how hard the rain was falling outside. "You're all free to go, though I remind you that we're adding an extra hour of sectionals tomorrow to make up for today in the beginning. No excuses." With that people emptied out before Rei cast a glance at the concertmaster. "I need to speak with you. In private." |
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| lucier | Nov 7 2009, 04:56 PM Post #326 |
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Well, violin was the equivalent of his acohol, maybe, he forgot about things when he was playing. And he didn't even have to concentrate that much on Pearce because Pearce, again, couldn't find anything to pick on. So that left Isaac to his own devices, and at the end of the half hour, he felt better. Or, yes, he was stil pissed off at Nicholas York for giving him a warning like that, still ticked off at Bradley St. Ryan for showing up in New York City after he professed intense dislike for everything American-- He moved to pack up after he returned the stand to the back of the cello section, where they'd put it. Estatic at the early end today, most of the musicians emptied out faster than usual. Patricia and Gabrielle were going to go to that Grand Opening of a clothing botique downtown. Isaac shuddered, almost. When he snapped his case shut, he realized that Pearce was speaking to him. It took Isaac just a moment to realize that their conductor was asking to speak with him...in private. Well then. He stood and handed off his case to Matthias, "Meet you down there?" Matthias' eyes darted between the two of them for a long moment, suspicious, but then he shrugged, "Sure, I guess." Besides, it might not even be anything bad, Isaac was concertmaster, after all. After his departure, the hall was emptied, and Isaac glanced at the older man. "What's wrong?" |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 7 2009, 05:08 PM Post #327 |
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As the people moved out of the hall, Rei was left to reorganize his thoughts and truly validate whether this was a good idea or not. It took the question, a minutes or two to make sure everyone truly was gone and a small cough before he even started speaking. "What's wrong with you?" It was such an innocent question that it made Rei remember that he'd just get the same response as before. "And you're not fine. I don't want petty excuses and I'd like my mood improved by honesty before I have to deal with the angry child who is going to drive me home." He sighed, realizing this was coming out all wrong. So he leaned against a chair, making him need to look up ever more than he naturally did, which strangely enough, wasn't bothering him at the moment. Because even more strange was that he looked a bit concerned. He decided early on that mentioning Alice probably wouldn't help the situation, and while he didn't want to raise his hopes, yesterday did make them a bit closer. "I know it won't affect your performance but that doesn't matter, so don't think of pulling that card out...and be honest." |
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| lucier | Nov 7 2009, 05:25 PM Post #328 |
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So...he had been that transparent after all? Bradley St. Ryan did that to him too, and suddenly Isaac hated him more than ever, but the excuse of there's nothing wrong with me died on his lips as soon as Pearce took that option away, and wary of the height difference, he took a seat beside where Pearce was leaning and sighed. "Well, I overestimated myself and ended up a little bit hungover." That was probably not what Pearce wanted to hear. After searching his conductor's face for a few more moments, Isaac thought he actually looked...concerned. About Isaac Langley. The thought was almost incomprehensible. But the last thing he wanted to do was...come clean about Bradley St. Ryan considering the state of things, and so Isaac sighed again, "Since you ask me for honesty, I guess I'll have to honor your request." He glanced down at his hands. "It's seriously something really stupid that I did before that came back to bite me in the ass," he kept his voice light, mostly, "It doesn't concern you, and I'm going to be wonky for the next week, but I'll live." At the thought of York... "I'd offer you a ride home, but that's probably going to make things worse, won't it?" |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 7 2009, 05:34 PM Post #329 |
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Rei kept quite as Isaac spoke. It wasn't right to interrupt, though he wanted to, several times in fact. He nodded slowly as his plea for honesty was accepted, biting his lip nervously as he heard the words. He understood the explanation. He'd also done stupid things that bit him in the ass. One was still biting him that he tried to keep it under lock and key. He was going to give thanks, for staying behind and speaking with him so truthfully but his voice died at his lips. "It doesn't concern you," made him stop. It was such a blunt statement that was probably meant to make him stop worrying that... It made his face go back to neutrality, though his eyes continued swirling with emotion. Why the hell didn't it concern him? Why couldn't he knew? If he was being seen as a potential partner...why couldn't he know? Was it to keep that clean image? That couldn't be it. Rei had specifically stated he wanted to hear the worst and love the worst. It sort of pissed him off but he hid it...or at least his face did. His eyes flashed with the anger and hurt from the words though, even as he stared down at their shoes. "Thanks for the offer though," he spoke tightly before he swallowed down and realized he still couldn't see his niece without lying. So he offered his final olive branch. "Anything I could do to make it better?" |
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| lucier | Nov 7 2009, 05:52 PM Post #330 |
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So Pearce was allowed to keep things under lock and key, while Isaac couldn't? What kind of relationship was that, really? Besides, he'd really been young and stupid, and Isaac didn't like putting up that particular part of himself on display. It was the one black spot of his life that he really liked to ignore. And even though Matthias knew the story, Matthias was Matthias, you could probably tell him anything and he'd give you motherly hen advice and wait until you get over it. He couldn't imagine baring this part of himself to Pearce. A man that, despite everything, he sort of admired and liked...even sans the bet. He'd just royally bloody--fucking this up beautifully. Maybe he'd write Matthias the check and be over with it. After all, six thousand dollars was a lot of money, but if he stayed a hermt for the next few months, he'd recover from the humiliation of it all. Isaac stood. "Consider this the one skeleton that I'd like to keep to myself for now," After all, even if Isaac messed around a lot, he couldn't just tell him that. It wasn't anything particuarly life threatening, but it was still humiliating. That was it, mostly. And that was all, why he couldn't tell. Even if Pearce wanted the worst. How was that even a fair trade? "I"ll.." He bit his lip, "I'll see you tomorrow." |
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