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| lucier | Nov 16 2009, 01:29 PM Post #436 |
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"Your life is..." Isaac trailed off as he dug in harder after he was given permission. "Your life is a bit pathetically wondrous, if you ask me." But at the end of the day, Rei Pearce would still have all of the things that Isaac wanted. It wasn't exactly fair. It wasn't so much that he was good at controlling himself and certainly he was sexually attracted to the young conductor to a degree. In a way, it was still something that sounded unattainable to him and he only accepted that fact. Hopefullly it was change, but...Isaac wasn't that much of an optimist so... Or maybe he was just a masochist and that was the end of it. And he wasn't a sexually frustrated individual so. Whatever. he was thinking too much. As long as the man didn't rub him anywhere, he was fine. Or, he was going to be--he liked to think so. He might wonder how Rei sounded during actual sex...but no, it certainly wasn't getting to him. Meanwhile Matthias was getting a bad feeling, Isaac liked to think that he was doing something smart, but...it was Pearce. And Isaac looked like he was biting off too much--of course he himself didn't know that... And there were only four minutes left... "I think we should go...find Isaac." He offered to the water dispenser, although he really didn't want to go off looking |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 16 2009, 02:14 PM Post #437 |
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"Pathetically wondrous?" It was the strangest description of his life he'd ever heard of. Pathetic he'd heard often, but rarely wondrous. Never together though. Pathetically wondrous made him wonder just how his life was being viewed at. "Why would you call it that?" He thought back to their previous conversations, frowning as he tried to find the missing link. Sure, he got into Julliard Prep and the actual school, but he hadn't even gone so far as to leave the country, and rarely has he even left the city. He knew it inside out but he knew nothing else about the world except for pictures. Isaac spoke French, studied in France, had many friends and a sort of charisma that could attract almost anyone. Even him. Though he wouldn't admit that aloud. He probably had plenty of relationships, had a life filled with fire and energy and could probably call himself happy. It made him jealous, as Rei slowly realized that he wanted it. But he couldn't because that would require changing who he was. He couldn't be like Isaac, no matter how hard he ever tried. He was destined, to be a gifted violinist who could enchant crowds...yet never even pick up his instrument. Perhaps pathetic had been the right word. |
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| lucier | Nov 16 2009, 02:49 PM Post #438 |
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"Well..." Isaac's hands stopped their work for a moment, his groin felt a bit too warm, so...maybe a bit of distance would be good, he walked to the chair opposite Rei's desk and sat, "I guess...I'm not quite sure why I call it that. I've got a screw or two loose, you know." He shrugged and stared down at his hands. Explaining that would mean revealing even more of himself, and even though Isaac Langley was outwardly charismatic and loud and obnoxious as they come...he didn't like people knowing things about him. He'd only told Matthias because Matthias was nowhere near creative enough to think of ways to blackmail him. Thinking made the arousal in his nether regions cool...just slightly. Not by much, he shifted in his seat, although determined to hide just...how much of a bind he was in at the moment. "I guess...I told you before, I make a habit of going after things or people I can't have." Although he was vastly improved in that department, Isaac knew better than to get his hopes up. After all, even though he didn't like Bell much at the moment, the man still gave sound advice. As long as Isaac was sincere, he'd get somewhere. "I want everything that you have..." Isaac reached out a hand and brushed back stray bangs that were in front of his conductor's eyes, "And I can't have them. You know it, I'm too much of a spontaneous person to get anywhere...everywhere I've gotten, I've just been lucky. You've actually..." He drew his hand back. "You're one of those people that makes my head hurt," that much was true, "I guess the bottom line is that...you're wondrous to me, and...you're sort of pathetic to yourself. That's all." Two minutes. He could lean forward and get away with stealing a kiss-- "And where are you going?" Patricia had her arms crossed. Matthias stopped and almost looked guilty. "I'm going to go collect the concertmaster and conductor, because the announcement for all musicians back on stage just sounded...obviously." "How do you know they're not having sex?" She asked quite loudly as to turn heads. "You can't have sex in fifteen minutes..." Matthias found himself rolling his eyes, "I'll prove it to you." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 16 2009, 03:02 PM Post #439 |
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The massage came to a sudden halt, making his eyes flutter open slowly as he glanced behind him. The footsteps however let him known that Isaac had merely moved and sat in front of him, letting him slowly raise his head and blink slow, yawning slightly as he rolled his shoulders and felt that sitting up straight wasn't as tedious as it usually was. It was the little phrase that was nagging on his mind, the biggest con on his list that had been underlined, highlighted and constantly examined. 'I make a habit of going after things or people I can't have.' So what was going to happen if he did get him? Was he just going to throw him away? Rei rarely let down his barriers because he hated getting hurt. More so than the average person and Isaac already had so much on him that letting down those final few defenses might prove to be his downfall. Being lovers with a musician, someone in his own phil...It couldn't possibly be a good idea. He had these thoughts brushed away as the hand reached up to brush away the bangs that skewed his image, though his flushed skin and pouted lips became even more visible. "...I 'm not as great as you make it seem. Everyone's life is pure luck...my biggest luck happened to just be a curse that gave me this job and stole away the two things I loved most." Julia and his violin. One of which he couldn't get back, the other he refused to return to because of his own fault. "I know I'm wondrous," he spoke bluntly. "It runs in the family," he spoke, lip curling into a private joke his mother often told them. "...and I'm not pathetic to myself. I merely understand what I deserve and it certainly isn't half of the gifts I already have." It was a double edged feeling, his own headache reappearing as he spoke to Isaac. That may have been his fever coming back up though. |
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| lucier | Nov 16 2009, 03:24 PM Post #440 |
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Quite honestly, Isaac didn't know what he'd do. He'd never gotten anything that he thought was an impossibility before. And...although the bet had sort of transcended into something else he didn't want to think too much about. "And here you are again, I'm trying to give you a compliment and here you are getting pissed off about it. I don't admire a lot of people in my lifetime, you know. I'm much too egotistical for that." Isaac stopped, a few inches away from his conductor's own and listened to him. He wasn't sure what he was going to hear but this...was certainly not it. And arguably, for the first time in his life, Isaac Langley felt genuinely sorry for someone else. It wasn't a fascination, but it certainly wasn't pity, either. It was just... "At least you acknowledge that you're wondrous. At least that." Isaac ran his thumb along Rei's jawline and finally pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. "This is not a bad job, I wouldn't be here to give you all your migraines and massages if you weren't working here. Maybe...it's not so bad? And you shouldn't frown so much, too many wrinkles are going to make you less distinguished." He drew back, glancing at the time. "And...it's time to go, you've got a second half you have to live through. I can give you a headache later." Isaac straightened, "Come on." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 16 2009, 03:34 PM Post #441 |
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"I'm just pointing out that you're admiring me for all the wrong reasons," Rei spoke, his frown still strong even with his tired gaze. It was strange though, they he could allow himself to so easily be analyzed, for the two of them to be on such good terms with one another that they would remain so close. It made him feel warm on the inside, almost as warm as the hand that had brushed away his hair earlier. "But I'm honored that you think of me so highly," he spoke, wondering just how those green eyes saw him. It was certainly different from the way he saw himself. He couldn't say anything else as he hand ran over his jaw and the warm lips teased his mouth, brushing over the frowning corners. "Doesn't that imply that you'd be gone if there was a different conductor?" He doubted it. Oh how he doubted it, though such a thought strangely enough sent his mind to such a happy state that he had to look away for a moment. "I'm almost thirty. I'm bound to get wrinkles," he spoke, though his frown did lighten. Rei wasn't ready to stand though. That would require him to say goodbye to the relaxed state his back was in. "Though I certainly don't mind the massages." It was because they were free, he kept reminding himself, considering he could do it without feeling to embarrassed. He stood up slowly though, raising his arms in a stretch. "...I'll give you my reply tomorrow Isaac. You've waited patiently as it is." |
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| lucier | Nov 16 2009, 04:01 PM Post #442 |
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Isaac turned, "I don't think the reasons are wrong, you have everything that I want, and you have a killer work ethic, and you're a nice guy once you let someone get under your skin. That's good enough for me." When it really came down to it, Isaac would do good to raise his standards. "You make me want to work towards that. And that's a good thing in my book." With one hand on the doorknob, he looked thoughtful, "Nah, I'd probably still be bumming in Boston, I don't like New York that much. One of these days, the city's going to give me a long overdue heart attack." Although he didn't exactly know why Rei was asking. But Bradley St. Ryan probably wouldn't even haunt him in Boston. And...well. While he didn't exactly come to New York for Pearce, he'd been a large part of it. "If you already know that you're going to get wrinkles, there's no reason to speed up the process, you're already old too fast--" He was about to say more, except Rei railroaded his thoughts with...that. He was finally going to get an answer. And although Isaac felt suddenly a bit lost, he just gave a vague smile. "Ah...then, I look forward to it. See you onstage." He was much too calm about it, and Matthias and Patricia told him so when Isaac found them creeping in the hallway. "What's with the two of you...?" Matthias glanced at Patricia and then vice versa-- "Actually--" Isaac looked impeccable, and nothing about him suggested that he'd had sex. "Let's just get onstage, we're late in starting the second half." He tucked his violin under his arm and went. Matthias had to shake his head. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 16 2009, 04:27 PM Post #443 |
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It was that strange little statement that he had everything Isaac wanted that made Rei question just what he wanted. He understood he had a work ethic most would do anything to understand or inspire themselves to do, though he raised a brow at being called a nice guy. Never had he been called a nice guy. Clever, obnoxious, an ass, working himself into an early death yes, but a nice guy? It didn't seem enough for it to just be 'good enough'. "Coming to rehearsal on time is a good start," he pointed out, his eyes flashing with mischief as he recalled that strangely enough for these entire two weeks, Isaac had never been late. He always stayed behind and talked to him during his break. Which was strange. Though he felt strangely happy to know that even if he did have a reputation for having a 'baton up his ass', at least he wasn't doing anything wrong. Enough for such talent to appear was truly the biggest thank you anyone could have ever given him after all. Rei nodded, pausing as his mouth opened to say something, to make him stop and turn around. Perhaps bring up last night. But the door was shut and it was a bit too late for that, leaving Rei on his own, frowning as he found that for once, he wasn't enjoying thinking by himself. Hn. That certainly was a strange change indeed. He left his office, running a hand through his strands before walking unto the stage and getting his papers ready. His eyes got cloudy though, bringing him to grasp the podium and take in a deep breath. Shit, the medicine couldn't be running out now. He could make through this performance. Sickness or no damn sickness, he would get through this. |
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| lucier | Nov 16 2009, 04:45 PM Post #444 |
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When Isaac did finally walk onstage with his violin in hand to give the oboist her cue, he apparently had every pair of eyes on him--and not in a good way either. Matthias looked unamused and Patricia looked like she couldn't stop giggling. But Isaac...Isaac would get through this. And apparently they were late in starting because the curtain people looked surprised, Rei Pearce ran a tight ship, what made this concert so different? He was going to get through this, and...well, he was getting an answer tomorrow. Maybe tonight, if he pushed his luck. Larsen Langley could scream and rant all he want (as only he could with a monotone--) but Isaac was getting an answer. He didn't want to think about the answer being negative though...because he didn't have enough time for that. And besides, Isaac had already played most of his aces without altering his personality altogether and cease being the slightly insane concertmaster that was Isaac Langley. Maybe the answer... Isaac shook himself, concert first, it was only going to be a little while. He looked back towards the wings for Rei...the orchestra was tuned and ready. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 16 2009, 04:52 PM Post #445 |
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Everyone was tuned. The curtains were drawn, the crowd as silent and all eyes were on him as he stood there. But he didn't make a move at first, just holding unto the podium and taking deep breathes, his face paling as he felt a cold shiver run through his body. Rei didn't just stand there, even as a whole minute passed before he lifted up his baton, albeit with a bit of a shaky hand and opened up the page. A cold sweat was beginning to cling to him, as he gave Leroy a stern look to the side of the stage, who immediately ran to check the air conditioning, even though the later was feeling that it was actually a bit hot in the auditorium. Nothing mattered though, because as Rei stared at the page, he realized that it was far too blurry for him to understand. So he closed the music, an act that created a few whispers before he closed his eyes and decided he'd do it the same way he got his degree and got the job to be conductor in the first place. He'd go purely by the sound and memory. So he, without so much as batting an eyelash, moved the podium, straightening his shaky stature, and unknowingly let only the phil see his state of near collapse. But damn it, they would play. He signaled and a response hit him, eyes watching him more carefully then before as a few even went as far as to abandon their score and just watch his lead. It was a rare sort of sound and even Rei had to wonder if his skin was prickling because of the lack of medicine or the music. |
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| lucier | Nov 16 2009, 05:02 PM Post #446 |
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Something was wrong. Isaac realized this because well, obviously he'd been watching Rei Pearce more closely than any concertmaster should ever watch his conductor, what a place to collapse, during the opening of a week's concert. And he tensed when he saw Rei close his music--maybe he was going to do the dignified thing and...walk off to the wings to faint. But no. He raised his arms, and Isaac was suddenly filled with the sort of admiration that he reserved for the greatest of masters. It was like Pagannini finishing his own concerto on one G-string when all of his archrivals had cut off his strings. Sort of like that. And there was no more greater respect that he could pay someone. The music that spilled from them, was not anything Isaac had ever heard, and he had heard plenty of music in his time. Somehow it did not sound like them at all. It just sounded... Wondrous. Pathetic, was nowhere to be found. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 16 2009, 05:11 PM Post #447 |
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It was a long piece. A dreadfully long piece that had Rei close his eyes and not even bother to glare out any foolish behavior. But that was also because strangely enough, his ears didn't hear anything. Everyone was watching and it was is if the closed off melody was coming to life all on its own. It didn't make it easier though. He had to focus, let his memory guide him on every problem, every change and every note coming out of the one hundred and one members in front of him, all counting on him, especially now that he had cast his music aside. Hands were sharp to the time, his signals right and not a flaw to be seen. Except his face, or the occasionally step he took forward or backward to balance himself so he wouldn't fall over. It went on for so long, that he began slouching getting into the piece before the majestic notes rang in his head and brought his posture to stand straight and for once, truly towering over the abnormally tall members of his orchestra. The final notes rang and silence ensued, a deafening silence before his hand shook and he had to raise a hand to wipe off the sweat lining his forehead, the applause that was about to break out silencing when his fingers finally lost the strength to hold the baton. It fell sharply. The sound would have echoed, he was close to falling...but a single set of clapping hands rose. Rei took a moment to turn before seeing Nick, standing in the middle of hundreds and clapping, soon joined by Leroy and David, his family, and slowly, the rest of the crowd. He took the escape given, immediately, reaching toward the podium to hold himself up as he took a few shaky breathes, his back to the crowd still. He needed to regain some strength first. Only then would he turn around. |
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| lucier | Nov 16 2009, 05:19 PM Post #448 |
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And then...it was over. First came awed silence, and then thunder. The thunder of clapping hands, and a different kind of warm spread through Isaac. This, was why he played. For the thunder and the awestruck faces. He was suddenly filled with a kind of love for his conductor, but it wasn't an emotion that even Isaac, with all of his colorfulness, could describe. It might not even be love at all, but that was an emotion so complex that Isaac did not want to look harder for a definitive word. One look into the crowd told him that Larsen was clapping, but not standing up. Larsen never stood up, but he seldom clapped. Even that was a victory. Again, because he knew things about Rei now that no employee should know, he put his violin down and Matthias' eyes widened in warning-- What are you-- Nothing too strange, nothing too appropriate either, but the man deserved to see what his music had done. If nothing else. Isaac walked to the podium and put a steadying hand under Rei's elbow. A nice, reassuring touch to keep him standing. "Turn around, Maestro, you should look. You did this." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 16 2009, 05:35 PM Post #449 |
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Rei didn't feel the hand under his elbow. In fact, no matter how loud the cheers were or how the hands thundered in approval, he couldn't hear any of it. His senses had been robbed and he desperately put his weight on the podium. He could barely feel the floor underneath his feet. But he did hear the two sentences spoken to him that slowly clued him into consciousness, his pupils dilated but his eyes open. He stood up straight, cocked an eyebrow and for a moment the applause faltered. Would the conductor, truly not turn around and accept his moment? The applause almost went out all together as a low, laugh left Rei, echoing through the hall and shocking countless faces. "All I did was wave my hands and pray. I've done nothing. The applause should only go," he spoke, moving out of the way slowly so that there was space between himself and Isaac. "To the players. To the players who could produce such a beautiful sound, applause should only be going to them." Never had he spoken during a performance. In fact, so many things had changed from the usual that the moment he had finished, another round of applause broke out. It wasn't started by Nick, but someone in the back, echoing and traveling quickly before the sound came louder than the first and Rei slowly lifted up his hand, most of the orchestra standing, and signaled them to bow. "Thank you all. Have a good night." He didn't waste another moment walking off stage, his feet losing their energy as he promptly collapsed the moment he was hidden behind the curtain. Some backstage crew helped him, a bit too awed with the entire evening to say anything but run to get water and sit him down. |
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| lucier | Nov 16 2009, 05:44 PM Post #450 |
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And Isaac could have kissed him. Except he remembered. Perhaps in that moment, for Pearce too, he remembered what it was like. To stand up there and bask in your own thunder. But as everyone began to move, he was the first one off into the wings, hit with such a sudden bout of emotion he didn't exactly know what to do with. But he knew that he could not speak to Rei again, at least, not tonight. He'd give too much of himself away. "You." said Matthias, the word sharp as a finger pointed in his direction. "What was that?" Isaac was silent for a few minutes, he saw that his orchids were mostly gone, and the ones that were left, he bundled them up and tossed them into the nearest trash bin. "I didn't tell him say that..." Patricia's reaction was much, much less eloquent. "Isaac! I can't believe he practically professed love to you on stage!" Isaac for the first time felt the first threats of a blush, fortunately, he managed to will most of it away, "He did not confess anything to me on that stage. Don't be ridiculous." It was the illness talking again, that was all. If Rei Pearce were to confess... "Matthias, let's go find Larsen." |
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