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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 11:06 PM Post #376 |
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Rei Pearce was...sexy. Except Patricia should have valued her life and told that opinion privately to Gabrielle instead. But Isaac just sat there looking serenely content, Matthias was almost worried about him all over again. Isaac's hands had did that. They'd made Rei Pearce sexy. And this time, the glow of accomplishment didn't quite reach his groin. Which was a good thing, all things considered. He stood up to tune, noting Rei's yawn. Sheesh, that guy just did not give up. Ever. (And Isaac had the leave the sound English, he'd lived there for seven years and Bradley St. Ryan was in town.) He quickly put the latter out of his mind. Four hour rehearsal, and there was Bell to deal with. Maybe he had to shake his accent just for Bell, but that would mean watching every single thing he said...which wouldn't be a bad idea...actually. When Rei raised his baton, Isaac put up his violin. Now, this would prove to be interesting. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 11:13 PM Post #377 |
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Sadly, it took Rei a moment to realize that his piece was closed and impossible to read unless open. So he flipped the page before that annoying bubble built up in his throat and he coughed again, though it was into his sleeve. He wasn't going to get everyone sick. After tuning was over, he tapped the beat slowly before signaling the start of his piece and by reflex, closing his eyes. He didn't look at his paper, even if he had spent time marking it up. He knew the actions by heart, a memory engraved as he brought in volume, length entrances and silence. But what was most miraculous of all was how every pair of eyes was glued. Not because of the promise of death but from being awe struck. Because for once, Rei revealed how much he truly loved music, positively glowing from the sound. Until he sneezed. Four times. Another new personal record. He coughed before shaking his head (and without thinking, as he never did when he was sick), he gave a smile of apology. "Sorry. My fault. From D..." |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 11:21 PM Post #378 |
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And Isaac could have told him that not everyone had nonexistent immune systems. Also, for the first time in his memory, Rei stopping a piece because he...sneezed, not once, but four times. Wow. Suddenly he felt the need to become Matthias and play the mother hen, they really didn't need their conductor collapsing the day before the concert...much less the concert itself. This was just, kind of bad, but still interesting. This would probably be the time to fish out Leonard Bernstein's number, he was pretty sure he had it somewhere. But they started again without much incident, and Isaac's solo at K went off without much incident, it was only ten measures and wasn't going to overshadow the Bruch, but it certainly gave people something to think about. Rei had that effect on him. Isaac much preferred that kind of effect than a bloody accent. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 11:28 PM Post #379 |
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The first half of rehearsal ended rather well, considering that Rei had to convince everyone to stay the extra twenty minutes and extend break to twenty minutes instead of the planned ten. It had worked with wonderful results, leaving him satisfied over the pieces they'd rehearse. Then again, in a not sick state, he would probably find something to worry about but that mysterious thing to lose sleep over had been forgotten. So Rei walked slowly, ignoring the eyes that checked him out, the whispers on how they strangely enough wished to 'trade places with Isaac' and various other comments that didn't matter. All that did was a twenty minute nap or at least some time to close his eyes until Joshua arrived. Collapsing on his chair at the back, he leaned over and wondered if he should take a smoke. But that wouldn't help, considering he was barely speaking and wanting nothing more than to cuddle up and sleep. Preferably with someone, but that was his sickness talking, not him. Worst of all, a british accent floated in his mind as memory of fingers on his skin made him wonder if cuddling up wasn't such a bad idea after all. |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 11:41 PM Post #380 |
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Isaac was...Isaac was happy. It was the insane sort of happiness that wouldn't leave you alone and demanded you be happy. And he was happy. He wasn't even that pissed off that he sounded British. Hell yes everyone wanted to trade places with him. He really was feeling good about himself right now. "You're a freak." Matthias said flatly. Isaac noted that Rei had retreated to the back again. Instinctively, he looked down at his fingers. "Why am I a freak?" Now that he wasn't trying to fight the accent or lose it, it blended naturally with his voice and...well, he could understand if he had known. "Your face." Matthias gestured. "There's nothing wrong with my face." Yes there was, but of course Isaac couldn't see it. Matthias got up abruptly, "I'm going to get some water." Once he had gone, Patricia moved into his seat. "You are, aren't you? It's making him look sexy..." At least she kept her voice down, it couldn't have carried that far. But Gabrielle had heard them and was giggling. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 11:46 PM Post #381 |
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Rei however, did not feel happy. He was feeling rather nauseous. Similar to happiness in that it wouldn't leave you alone and demanded it, Rei could only groan and realize that the two more hours he looked at positively were now looking very long. But he had time, some sort of time as a break and feel better. Until his phone rang and he answered it without looking at the ID. Bad move. "You're sick," the voice spoke. "What do you want York?" "You should be home," the voice spoke, worry practically dripping. "You...never mind. I dropped off your bag, with your sheet music at your apartments front desk...you left it here after...the tickets inside. Feel better," Nick spoke, an apology hanging at the words but not making it out as he hung up. He couldn't apologize because he didn't regret it and they both knew that. The phone call only made him feel worse, as he rubbed his neck and wondered why he extended the break for so long. |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 11:56 PM Post #382 |
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If Isaac had known that it was possible for Nicholas York's voice to drip of worry, Isaac would have accused him of being a fucking sap and other colorful things. In his authentic British lilt, thank you very much. As it were, he just glanced at Patricia and gave her a disarming smile. "It's a work in progress." And that was mostly true, wasn't it? But a glance at his watch told Isaac that break had been unknowingly extended. Of course no one else took notice, but usually Isaac had an uncanny sense of time so he could disregard it and be late. Not this time. He excused himself quickly and made for the back of the auditorium, where Rei sat looking miserable as a drowned cat. Isaac crossed his arms, it wasn't something that he did, but right now, he felt this moment warranted it. "So...are you being lazy, or are you admitting defeat?" Defeat that yes, he was bloody tired, he should be resting instead of overextending himself like he did all the time. "Look, you collapsing tomorrow onstage on opening night isn't going bloody help with anything, all right?" Maybe the accent was more noticeable than not when he was irritated. "You're human like the rest of us...Rei." That slip went mostly unnoticed by Isaac, he continued, "Look, why can't I just see you home and come back here? Between Bell and me and Matthias, we'll figure something out." And he realized that Rei was rubbing at his own neck...mostly out of habit, he put his hand over the other man's and pressed down with Rei's own fingers into the soreness plaguing his neck. "And you're doing it wrong, you need to use the pads of your fingers." How did it get so tense in so short a time? Had to be a long term thing. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 9 2009, 07:27 AM Post #383 |
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"Neither," Rei mumbled back as he tried to get rid of his pounding headache. More importantly, why was it so cold? He'd have to tell maintenance to turn up the heat. But his attention transfered as he listened, his ears definitely assuring him of the accent. Didn't help that his first name was used and his neck was once again touched. It was an overhaul of weaknesses, causing him to give out a lazy sigh of approval. Isaac had a good point though. He probably wouldn't get better overnight at this rate and would collapse at his concert, which would cause a media frenzy and horrible other circumstances that involved his family and friends keeping an eye on him. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't believe he was considering it. But the hand that was over his felt so warm, that his fingers slipped out from under and tangled themselves in the digits before he glanced up. "...We've done every piece by the one with Bell today, focus on ending notes. They're dragging too long," he spoke before slowly pushing himself up. "I'll go if you promise to give me another massage at home." It was an open invitation to enter his room, one he gave without thinking. He should probably tell Bell also, but he'd let the man figure it out on his own. All he knew was that he was cold, tired and sore but Isaac had really warm, relaxing fingers. It was all he needed to agree. |
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| lucier | Nov 9 2009, 11:50 AM Post #384 |
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Isaac the genius could have told him that anyone who was remotely sick tended to feel cold. All the time. The auditorium to Isaac felt entirely too warm, actually. But then he blinked--Rei was actually...agreeing? (Must have been the accent then). Moreover, he had an invite to come up to Rei's apartment and...give him another massage. Well. Certainly unexpected, but by no means unpleasant. Slowly, he took his hand away and shrugged. "I could do that, as long as you promise me you'll spend the rest of your day being unproductive after I leave. And it'd have to be a quick one because I'm concertmaster and I sort of have to be back there." See? He was somewhat responsible, maybe. Not really. (It was almost like he was suggesting a quickie beause he wasn't...really.) Part of Isaac felt almost giddy. It wasn't a bad feeling, actually. "That, and we'll have to take a cab...my brother stole my car to go to some heart surgeon conference. Give me a second." Well...he'd have to kind of come clean to Matthias about this, right? He left the conductor there and went in search for his friend, as usual, he was by the water dispenser. "So...I'm taking Pearce home." He announced casually, and heard a bunch of broken jaws. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 9 2009, 02:05 PM Post #385 |
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The hand that left him was immediately missed, though Rei didn't mind even as the conditions were placed on him. It didn't matter at the moment that Isaac would know exactly where he lived, other than just his apartment complex. "Promise," he agreed, leaning his head to the side as he attempted to stretch the muscle. He didn't have enough energy to do anything anyway. He'd have to call Joshua to apologize later but until then he'd have to deal with it. He was a professional after all, he could take control for a bit. Rei however was considering convincing Isaac to stay longer, to just skip the entire rehearsal and keep him warm. It was his need speaking and as he felt the room grow colder he committed himself to the thought. He'd just keep it to himself. Yawning as he remembered that York left his things at the front desk, he decided to stay true to the words by not picking them up until the next day or when he felt better, which would hopefully be before the concert. The last thing his family would appreciate was seeing him fall on stage when he could have been resting the day before. |
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| lucier | Nov 9 2009, 02:33 PM Post #386 |
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Hell really would freeze over by then...if Rei really did ask him to stay and...do things. Isaac liked to think of himself as honorable, except a vulnerable conductor was making that kind of difficult. He grinned foxlike at the crowd, "Not like that...you perverts." Although it might as well end up that way...but they didn't need to know that. "So...until I get back, Mattie you're in charge, I'll see you later, au revoir." (If he got back at all. Suddenly, he didn't want to because it was looking like a good reason to skip work.) Eh...besides, he'd miss out having to confront Bell, considering that Bell was on to him at the moment, that was a good thing. "You better make it back." Matthias called after him. Perhaps Isaac paused a bit too long, "I will." He returned to Pearce and casually shrugged on his jacket. If he'd known what kind of effects that his accent was having on his conductor, Isaac would have shamelessly abused it to his advantage, but at the end of the day, such an accent only sounded good real. "Let's head out then." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 9 2009, 03:03 PM Post #387 |
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While Isaac had left to inform the group of the slight change in plans, Rei had slipped on his coat and noticed how he had preferred Isaac’s. Then again, that was his sick mind talking, that was changed what he was thinking. Or was it? He hadn’t acted like this when York had visited him last time he was ill. Sure he allowed his neck to be touched but he never thought of anything vastly inappropriate. Not like he was thinking right now, wondering just what that accented voice could say to him to make him feel warmer. It was interesting how nothing was given away, his sexy, flushed face having that same dazed look he had on all day. Rei glanced up, nodding slowly before pushing himself up and letting out another yawn. “‘Kay,” he spoke, not bothering to grab what he’d done. On the other hand...the small streak of responsibility hitting him as he wrote a small note of explanation for Joshua, that would probably send more worries than calamities. His phone was off though, as he had turned it off after Nick called, to make sure he could actually get some rest. As they left the hall, his usual behavior continued to erode as he blinked slowly at the taller male. “Why do you have to go back?” |
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| lucier | Nov 9 2009, 03:24 PM Post #388 |
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Well, it was cold out, Isaac wasn't going to give away his coat when it was freezing out. They stood outside waiting for a taxi to drive by, and considering that it was New York City, that didn't take too long. Once he had flagged down a cab and gave Pearce's address, the question struck him--from the work-ethically overloaded Rei Pearce himself--why did he have to go back? Wha? Isaac actually had to tun around and make sure it was his conductor sitting there, that Rei hadn't morphed into anyone else. "I, uh." Isaac never stopped in mid-sentence, nothing surprised him enough. "I kind of have to? Concertmaster and you'd probably kill me for skipping out when you get better." Half of this was sickness talking, that much he was aware. So he was actually not looking forward to Rei getting well. It seemed like his work would go down the drain again. "That...and I'm not that good at playing nurse." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 9 2009, 05:05 PM Post #389 |
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The whole thing about thinking then acting was beginning to get tiresome to the ill conductor, who let his head lean against Isaac's shoulder when they were in the cab. Rei mildly noted that the violinist was trying hard to be responsible, though he didn't understand why he would kill him when he was better. He wasn't acting any different to his knowledge. "But what do you want to do," he asked, his eyes closing slightly. "And I won't kill you...I invited you." It was a sick game that Rei was unaware of, considering that not even he knew how he would really react when he was better. Perhaps he wouldn't even think twice about it. It didn't matter though because he was thinking of today rather than tomorrow. Even he was allowed to be cared for sometimes. "You don't need to play nurse. Just keep me company," he spoke, even as his mind day dreamed happily about how warm the man was compared to his icy skin. |
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| lucier | Nov 9 2009, 05:16 PM Post #390 |
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Um. Okay. Either the heavens opened up and smiled down on Isaac with more favor than he deserved...or this was karma all waiting to bite him in the ass...obviously, he liked the first option better. And Rei's head on his shoulder felt nice, although the man did feel like a block of ice. Did he always like things that were bad for him? Cold weather, for one, obviously got to Rei, while it had almost no effect on Isaac...he blamed London. It was a little bit ironic, he'd lectured the conductor about only thinking about today...and Isaac had to admit he was worried about tomorrow. "You sound drunk." And a tad horny. But Isaac wasn't going to think about that part so he kept it to himself. Well...if he didn't make it back, then it'd mean that he'd have to deal with Bell and Matthias and...Larsen. He felt his own temple prickle. The cab stopped at 77 Parc West and Isaac paid the fare, as things were, he could make Rei buy him lunch one of these days. "I guess...I'll think about it." Although keeping Rei company sounded good as opposed to dealing with Bell and Matthias and a four hour long rehearsal. "...Would you call Bell for me?" (After all, maybe if Bell heard it from Rei he'd be less suspicious of Isaac...not.) The older violinist was more preceptive than Isaac originally gave him credit for. |
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