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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 14 2009, 09:24 PM Post #421 |
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Just before Rei could go on, he was pulled back. The curtain was open and the last few notes were still ringing in the hall, but a pair of arms had pulled him back and he saw three faces grinning at him. Leroy, David and Nick. "...You have bed head," Leroy pointed out with a groin before taking out some gel from his pocket and a brush, throwing them to David who immediately go to work on a quick fix. His light strands were put back, giving him a slick professional look that looked utterly too good on him. He didn't even bat an eyelash or bother checking his reflection. "...May I go now?" Rei asked. He received three nods, two hits on the back, a squeeze on the shoulder and a slight push. But he walked, head held high as an immediate silence went over the crowd. Leroy had already done introductions, he always stood to the crowd and gave them a quick run through and welcome. Rei just had to make sure no one screwed up. So as he stood there, feeling the eyes on him, his long fingers reached for the baton, lifting it as he glanced to make eye contact with all. As his hands come down, the silent hall filled with sound and even Rei had the dignity to have the hints of a smile. |
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| lucier | Nov 14 2009, 09:41 PM Post #422 |
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Well, Bradley or not Bradley, orchids or no orchids, Isaac was going to do splendidly today. (Vaguely, he wondered when he got so optimistic...but maybe it was the thrill of the challenge.) And the fact that New York City was a big city and he wasn't going to run into Bradley St. Ryan, as long as he stayed far, far away from the theatre. He had no reason to go there anyway. It wasn't like the cheapskate sent him actual tickets for the show. Although Isaac turned his attention quickly away from that train of thoughts, there'd be time to entertain those thoughts later. Now, however, he needed to admire Rei Pearce in his suit and not so neat hair and make sure he could win over his conductor with the ten measures of solo. Maybe if he was lucky, the orchids would force Rei's hand tonight and goad him into giving Isaac an answer...but Isaac sincerely hoped it wouldn't backfire. He was usually lucky, but it wasn't like he could ever be completely sure on these things. So in order for him to play well, he concentrated on Larsen's cross expression on his face. Nothing like a perfectionist older brother and a pseudo-crush on his conductor to inspire him to work harder. Isaac really needed to get his priorities checked. But if he said so himself, when the overture finished off triumphantly with the final chord...he was proud of those ten measures. And Isaac wondered, as he stood up to take his obligatory solo bow, if Rei was proud of them too. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 14 2009, 09:52 PM Post #423 |
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It was as if a whole different life had been injected into the New York Philharmonic. The soft notes brushed lightly, the loud ones thundered, and everything in between sounding just like it should in his mind and more. It wasn't merely technically flawless but there was thought and meaning, as if his lectures on the meaning of the pieces had finally settled into all of their heads. Yet there remained the solo, which usually made the piece or destroyed it. So he signaled it and throw the ball in Isaac's court, hoping that the man wouldn't screw up on him. He didn't. He went far beyond expectations. The piece ended, and Rei let the air leave him. He felt good. He could hear the hushed crowds staying silent and remaining awed at the sound. But he wasn't thinking about the next piece or even congratulating himself. No, strangest of all, he had been thinking on how it was a solo by the concertmaster that had started the change. He wondered before he remembered the damn orchids. His jaw jumped again and he nodded before signaling the start of the next piece. |
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| lucier | Nov 14 2009, 10:03 PM Post #424 |
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At the end of the day, music was the surest thing that Isaac had as a weapon, sure, he had his fingers too, but music was safer, and more awe-inspiring, although his hands inspired more interesting things. Things that...to say the least, wasn't good to think about right now. Especially when Joshua Bell's Bruch concerto was up next. His fingers skimmed lightly over his strings as he waited, while he waited, he stole a small glance at the conductor up there on his podium. Maybe Isaac was thinking too much into it, but he thought he saw Rei's jaw twitch while he was looking...pleased. Maybe he'd push his luck later...much later when he could get Bell away from himself and Rei. He didn't need Bell to be analyzing things he knew too much about. But for now, Isaac waited until Joshua Bell had himself situated and gave him a single A for him to tune to. Even the single note sounded wondrous. But it was Bell's show now, Isaac would just mess around later. Or...at least be extremely devious about it later. He had to come up with an explanation to distract Rei from thinking too much into the orchids... |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 14 2009, 10:18 PM Post #425 |
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Joshua went unto the stage after having his hair screwed up by Nick and fixed by a fretful David before he was given a single push on stage. The crowd seemed a bit shocked, that the phil could pull out such big names so easily as if it were like calling a friend. If only they knew. He tuned as Rei waited for the sound so cease so he could begin the last piece for this half. He'd decided earlier that he wouldn't go to the drinking party right after but stay behind for a bit first, with the empty hall and just let himself think and formulate an answer. Then he'd go to his sister's house, where his friends and everyone else would be waiting to celebrate. But this wasn't the time or place to think that. The sound had faded and the crowd had stirred in anticipation before Rei let his baton down and started the piece, letting his mind travel by habit. He found himself zoning in on Isaac's sound, just for a moment looking at the fingers that pressed down on the strings, remembering yesterday and just how he had acted. Thank god Isaac had a sense of mind to stop that. Because even if the violinist didn't know how far Rei would go, at that moment, he probably would have climbed on top and make sure Isaac would be far too tired to leave later. It would make his fever worse certainly and drain him of the little energy he had but knowing his behavior, he would have done it anyhow. But he couldn't think about now and needed to stop thinking about this damn fingers. Leave it to Joshua to begin his solo at just the right moment. |
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| lucier | Nov 14 2009, 10:39 PM Post #426 |
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Well. Obviously. Where else would that be, if not the New York Philharmonic? Maybe this would be one of the concerts that could give them a run for the LA Philharmonic's money, Isaac would have to write to Treger later. If Isaac had any mind that Pearce was thinking about his fingers...well, intermission wasn't that far away, and Isaac could hold out for that long. Besides, he needed the time now to think, so he just let his eyes glue on Rei's hands and closed his eyes to the sound. Yesterday really had been a tad too close, but even if Rei held memory of it, Isaac doubted that it was a scenario which would present itself a second time. That didn't sound too promising. But a lot of things were promising and since Isaac had deluded himself into thinking that he was an optimist now, all he had to do wait until intermission. Which wasn't that far away...but a beautiful violin concerto always messed with the time, actually, a beautiful violin concerto messed with a lot of things. It was how Isaac first messed with Rei, after all... (But maybe he was taking it too far just by messing, Larsen and Matthias both said so.) Though Isaac knew what he was doing...he thought. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 14 2009, 10:48 PM Post #427 |
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Joshua played his part perfectly but Rei couldn't help compare it to the solo in the previous piece, strangely finding them to be matched. His mind went for a visual replay, just letting the two sets of fingers play before he pushed that image away and brought the piece to an end. It had been flawless really, much better than he hoped and winning him a rather long standing ovation, even if it was only the first half. He didn't bow, as he wasn't supposed to until the end, the curtains drawing themselves to a close before he sighed and walked off, not surprised to see his friends gone. In fact, most of the crew backstage was far too busy to look at him, so he just went to his own private room, opened a window and searched his things until the familiar package came into his hands. He grabbed the cigarette immediately, lighting it up and inhaling deeply as he felt his jaw finally relax. This was absolutely ridiculous. Rei couldn't help but feel like a teenager in puberty and he certainly wasn't liking it. Thankfully Joshua had enough mind to stay behind and not follow him. |
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| lucier | Nov 14 2009, 11:05 PM Post #428 |
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Joshua Bell didn't do a half bad job. (It was nice to know that Isaac hadn't completely lost his cynicism in light of his newfound optimism.) And apparently the crowd thought so too, except it was a little bit of a relief to see that Larsen wasn't standing. As far as Isaac knew his brother and his astronomical standards never gave standing ovations. But now that it was over, and the curtains were drawn, Isaac had better things to worry about. Matthias gave him a long look, "Don't go off and do something stupid." Was the warning that finally left his mouth. Isaac tucked his violin under his arm and managed to look just slightly hurt as one eye followed Rei off the stage. "Moi? Stupid? Of course not. Of course, being unethical doesn't mean I have to be stupid about it. I'll be right back--" "Isaac--" He left anyway, and keeping a mindful lookout for Bell, arrived without much conflict to his conductor's closet. He smelled the mild scent of smoke. Here goes... He raised a fist and knocked twice, half prepared for a lecture, but he already knew Rei smoked so, that couldn't be that much an issue, could it. "So...that didn't go over all that badly. At least...I didn't think so." He had decided, that the explanations would come about the flowers only if Rei admitted that he was jealous first. Isaac had more of an advantage that way. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 14 2009, 11:12 PM Post #429 |
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The cigarette was immediately put down when the knock echoed into the room, though he stayed silent until the figure came in. Isaac Langley, he really should have known. He felt the muscle jump again though at memory and brought the cancer stick back to his lips as he inhaled. "Are you probing for compliments?" He inquired, raising an elegant brow as he tried to act nonchalant, as if yesterday didn't happen and nothing had changed between them. His facial expression revealed a different story. He wasn't stone faced, just casual, no wear near as tense even though it was a concert. Then again, it could be the cigarette he put out, even if it wasn't half way done. He wasn't that comfortable yet after all. That would still take a heavy load of work to fix. "Anything specific I can help you with?" It was strange that Isaac had knocked in the first place. At least, to him it seemed very strange. He always saw him as the storm into room type, especially when he so obviously left his seat to speak with him, something he never did before. Intermission was always hot gossip time for the orchestra. That was the very reason he always left. |
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| lucier | Nov 14 2009, 11:27 PM Post #430 |
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Well, Isaac wasn't so much into gossip nowadays as he actually was the gossip nowadays, Matthias would fill him in later, anyways. When asked if he was probing for compliments, Isaac shrugged one shoulder, "Eventually, you'll give them to me without me fishing for them, I have enough faith in that so...no, I'm not." It was a statement that took balls to make, though Isaac wasn't about to take that back. It was true, after all, and if Rei Pearce could get jealous over him, then one day down the road, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to expect an actual compliment from Rei Pearce sans the fishing. So...why was he here? Isaac had only knocked only because he thought that Rei would appreciate it, otherwise he wouldn't have. He nudged the door shut with his foot and then looked towards his conductor. It wasn't exactly what he had been planning on doing, but Isaac Langley prided himself on being...well, the word for it would be unexpected. "Not really...I just felt bad that I ran off yesterday without fulfilling my end of the bargain...so--" Isaac put his violin down and spread out both palms. "We've got fifteen minutes, what my fingers can do to you is probably better than smoking, anyway." (Yes, he did intend that to be a sexual reference, thank you very much.) Sometimes, Isaac really did push his luck too far. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 14 2009, 11:38 PM Post #431 |
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"But that would only hold true if I accept your proposal," Rei pointed out, eyeing the put out cigarette and wishing it was still lit. Isaac seemed on the offensive, giving him blunt powerful statements that reminded him of a previous conversation they once had, on how the violinist had been playing it safe. He was doing anything but that at the moment. The door was closed and there were in his room, alone, not to mention a massage was being offered. He would have shot it down and sent him out. His memory reminded him sweetly of yesterday though, the little voice lecturing to always keep promises and such. It was almost as if Isaac liked giving massages. Or at least, liked giving them to him. So he sighed, taking off his blazer, rolling his shoulders and unbuttoning another button before he raised a brow. "We'll see. Depends on what you can do with those fingers other than play," he spoke, purposefully pretending as if he forgot the massage. He was actually just forgetting his reaction and momentary bliss, right before he moved, the deep knots practically embedded into his back. "Should I stay sitting or bend over the table?" No sexual reference intended. |
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| lucier | Nov 14 2009, 11:53 PM Post #432 |
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The offensive part, well he kind of had to be, he was halfway through the allotted time, and Isaac really was not looking forward to writing that six thousand dollar check. So he had to try his best to hurry along the process without seeming desperate. He looked down at his own fingers to Rei, quirking a brow. "You weren't complaining much before, I'm sure my fingers are not so horrible." He said, passing off the statement with a shrug. It wasn't so much that Isaac liked giving him the massages, it was just equally interesting that Rei would accept them from Isaac. If anything, he thought that was much more wondrous. He rubbed Matthias down sometimes when he was tired, and Matthias did the same for him. It wasn't that big of a deal for Isaac. Sit or bend over--? (Isaac was tempted to say [sarcastically] "Get naked and bend over", but he didn't. Obviously. That would have disaster.) He just took his place behind Rei's chair and considered the question before settling his hands on him and nudging him forwards. "Maybe put your head down and lean on the desk, that worked well last time..." As usual, he started with the neck, knowing that his conductor tended to be tight there, untangling the knots with obviously practiced fingers. "Do you have anywhere that's particularly uncomfortable? I can't hit everything in fifteen minutes." (Actually, thirteen minutes now.) |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 15 2009, 12:09 AM Post #433 |
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Nodding slowly, Rei crossed his arms and let his head rest before the large warm hands took over. They started at his neck, where they tended to go, his mouth parting as a sound left him to remind the violinist not only of his sensitivity but last night and what could have happened. Those thoughts were blissfully gone, as he focused on nothing but the fingers kneading at him. "Spine," the groaned out simply, not willing to pin point specific areas. The entire area was annoying and he couldn't get it fixed. It was far too humiliating, but considering that this had happened already, it only made sense that it would be okay for Rei to accept a free massage. That didn't stop his moaning though, the sweet sounds coming out whenever Isaac released a knot and moved on, sending the ringing tone echoing lightly through the room. He vaguely thought on why Isaac had moved specifically to his room just to give him a massage. It made no sense. Unless...this was to tip the scale. |
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| lucier | Nov 15 2009, 12:27 AM Post #434 |
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Well, maybe that was it, or maybe Isaac just liked rolling the dice that way. After all, Rei didn't like him playing safe, did he? Well, all right then, Isaac wouldn't...except maybe Rei wouldn't like the results that particular experiment yielded. Besides, if he tempted Rei enough, he'd eventually give in to Isaac-- --Although that might be a longer eventuality than Isaac would like to think. And yes, the moans were making his groin warm, but as long as Rei didn't try to rub him anywhere, Isaac would be fine. There was the chair back between them, after all. (Although...having carnal needs would be an excellent reason not to put on the second half of the concert. Isaac could just imagine the media frenzy and Larsen's face. The Langleys all led respectable lives and that left it up to Isaac to be a little bit on the wild side, maybe... The spine...there was no way he was going to cover the entire spine in fifteen minutes, but Isaac stroked his fingers down Rei's spine and found a particularly solid knot near the back of his spine...probably from him spending long hours just standing up, although he could tell that it'd been ages since his conductor had his back properly looked at. Pearce needed good therapist. "Again, I wonder how you live..." He mumbled, meaning it entirely, "Arch back a little against my hands..." He dug his heels of his palms in, "And tell me if I'm digging in too hard." (Six minutes? People should come hunting around right about now...) |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 16 2009, 11:00 AM Post #435 |
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It was difficult to argue on how quickly Isaac showed him different sides, considering Rei was only doing even worse, yesterday being a particular highlight. Which made him wonder if anything had really changed, since he was still letting the man give him a massage and quite literally get under his skin. As the fingers accepted his words and made due, his skin prickled as the thin fabric of his shirt caught the feeling of the roughed fingers treading down his back so softly before finding the bundle of nerves he got from constantly standing up so straight and for so many hours. He refused to go to a therapist though. Even if it would be suggested, there was no way. "Again, my life is fine," he moaned out as he arched his back and felt the hands nurture him. "...and you can go harder." He stressed the wrong word without realizing as a particularly persistent moan came forth as his muscles slowly unravelled and relaxed themselves under the mans ministrations. Rei certainly had to hand it to the violinist. He was either not attracted to him sexually in the slightest or had good self control, considering his professional massage fiasco. He was always called a minute before the performance, though it would practically look suspicious if they came out together. But their entire relationship looked suspicious to the phil by now, though he didn't care as much. He didn't deal with it, Isaac did. Which made him wonder just what he was getting as a feedback. |
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