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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 20 2009, 09:13 PM Post #541 |
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The door was shut immediately as soon as Isaac entered, before the man, wearing the poker face most had grown used to was on his features once more. Rei glanced at the man, taking in his expression and staying eerily silent as he spoke. The first little ramble meant nothing to him, as he even let the little jab roll off his back without a care. It was the second one that caught his attention though, causing him to raise a brow. "I was there," he confirmed. "And it looks like you have some loose ends that haven't been cut," he spoke, before shaking his head slowly. "I don't and it doesn't really matter." It was a rather revealing statement before he walked forward and raised his hand, placing it against the others forehead. Which was pointless, as his cold hands always felt like everything he touched was hot. So he pulled the man down, stone faced as he forced their foreheads to rest against each other. He moved away, before Rei finally decided to lay down the ultimatum. "You're not playing tonight," he spoke strictly, leaving no room for argument. "There is a very specific difference between our positions. You have a backup. There is no one to back up a conductor. Understand? Limits matter not in this situation." It was a blunt admittance to their difference in roles and reasons for absences. "You are not performing tonight unless you wish to face consequences. That is final." |
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| lucier | Nov 20 2009, 09:24 PM Post #542 |
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Isaac didn't speak for a long time, "If going over to somebody's flat and yelling at them for a good half hour and breaking several things of extreme value, and then refuse to speak to that said same person for four years, running to a different continent without leaving an address or a phone number?" He laughed a little, but it wasn't a good laugh. "I don't know how much clearer I can be, Rei..." He trailed off as his conductor put his hand against his forehead, why were Rei's hands so cold? But it felt nice, and maybe yes, he was a bit feverish. Just a bit. But that wasn't going to make him into a big horny mess like someone else. Isaac was totally in control of himself. (Except for that name slip.) Prepare to face the consequences? The hell. "I can play, all right? I might look like I'm dying sick right now, but I'm fine, I've already thrown up three times today so I doubt there's anything left." He wasn't going to blame Rei for the cold, after all... But then he glanced away again, "Are you taking away my solo from me because you're pissed at me? I mean, I'd understand but...just let me play, okay? Matthias is good, I'm better, you know it." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 20 2009, 09:31 PM Post #543 |
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The explanation threw Rei for a bit of a loop, not quite sure what to say. "Hmm, we'll talk about this later Isaac," he spoke, even though his mind angrily wanted to retort about the orchids and why he went in the first place. Sudden anger didn't mean you cut off loose ends. Neither did avoiding. It only meant the problem would be harder to fix. But it seemed they were equally stubborn. Rei on letting Isaac not play and Isaac determined to prove himself for some strange absurd reason. He was about to grow cross but he paused, a worried look flashing in his eyes. "You threw up? Three times," he asked, understanding that the sickness was going to be hitting Isaac harder. The guilt knotted his stomach painfully. "No, you're not playing," he spoke, shaking his head as he brought up his hands, knowing there were cool enough to help the man feel just a bit better, placing them against the smooth skin though he was back to not showing expression. Until he was blamed for letting his emotions get the better of him. "I'm not pissed off, I'm worried about you Isaac. You're not fucking playing as long as I'm your conductor!" |
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| lucier | Nov 20 2009, 09:44 PM Post #544 |
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Well, at least he got one foot in the door, they were going to talk about this later, he didn't have to go back to square one about this deal. Maybe first time sicknesses were always going to be horrible. He couldn't remember the last time he got sick, really. Isaac was usually a healthy person. But then he was back to Isaac again, and he grew warm. Wasn't from the fever. Despite himself, he leaned into the cold hands against his burning skin. He wasn't horny, it just felt good. That was all. Isaac had class. "Yes, I threw up three times...well, two times actually, the first time was from drinking too much. It was stupid." But actually, staying here and not playing was looking to be a pretty good option. And Rei's desk chair looked comfortable, he was about to push himself off the door and go towards it when Rei perhaps surprised them both by saying that he was... ...worried about Isaac. It was the last sort of thing he expected to hear, and he pressed a hand to his temple to keep his head from spinning. "Fine, I won't play then..." He shrugged, the shock from his face gone once he realized that it was there. "Let me use your office." "We are here because Isaac Langley looked like he wanted to bitchslap you yesterday, and didn't stay...and now you're just getting on his nerves." Gwen announced, as they found their seats in the auditorium, "Your plane leaves tomorrow afternoon, Bradley, what the bloody hell are you doing?" "I told you, I miss him." Harry, on Gwen's other side, rolled his eyes, "You've got plenty of other Monsieur Americains, Bradley. Why obsess about this one?" Bradley only smirked, "It's the one I can't have." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 20 2009, 10:02 PM Post #545 |
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Rei's hands held the strange cold of that didn't fade away, not accepting the warmth from touching and just constantly being cool. However, it was helpful in situations like this, where just touching the man could help even the slightest bit. "Throwing up even once is a problem," he shot back, stubborn about keeping the man here. He didn't realize his own outburst, only focusing on the surprised look as the man looked like he was about to fall over. He relaxed however when Isaac finally agreed. "Deal. I'll see you during the intermission," Rei agreed before pressing his hands once more against the mans cheeks. "Feel better and get some rest." Exiting the room and closing it, he gave a sharp look to a security guard. "No one enters, no one leaves other than myself. Understand?" He spoke quietly, the man nodding before Rei sighed and walked off unto the stage, hearing the bustling crowds. It wouldn't be their best performance, but he'd certainly do his best. "Our concertmaster is sick," he spoke quietly, causing a hush among the orchestra that was waiting. "Idiot wanted to perform after throwing up and with a fever. So Derringer, you're taking the solo, and I want you to understand that someone who spent hours practicing until his fingers were bloody is going to be listening." He never gave long speeches but he'd do it just this once. "Watch me, not for the audience, not for the money, not for yourselves and not even for the sound. Watch this for I--Langley," he spoke, almost letting the name slip, even as Leroy's voice echoed through the hall and did introductions. "And for music. Play with yours hearts and throw away your sheets. Just watch me." It was probably only then that they noticed that he stood in front of them with only a baton, no podium or music in front of him. Rei Pearce was going to be attempting a miracle by changing concertmasters and going off by heart but if there was a night, it was certainly this one. |
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| lucier | Nov 20 2009, 10:28 PM Post #546 |
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Isaac would have bit out something cynical and snarky, but with the cold, his head felt heavy and thinking of something witty to say was much too much of an effort, so he just nuzzled the cold palms against his heated skin and gave a faint grin. "You'll give them hell, you always do." (That sounded entirely too nice and out of character. But it took effort to be witty and all he wanted to do right now was lie back against the chair and sleep. "It's been years since I've been this sick, it's not your fault, I'm probably long overdue for it. So don't beat yourself up too much. And Rei was worried about him. Isaac couldn't exactly get that off of his head that quickly, after all, Rei wasn't someone who easily gave sentiments, to think that he gave Isaac one... As the announcements started to sound over the speakers, Isaac closed his eyes. Matthias, upon hearing that Isaac was not going to be playing, put down Isaac's violin and picked up his own. Pep talks were for football games, not for concerts on Sunday afternoons. And why was he giving them? For--I--Langley. Looking around though, he was the only one that caught the slip. That was worrisome. And for the first time, Pearce didn't even have a podium. Just a baton. What in the world-- "The hell? He's not even there." Bradley hissed, as some man in front of him turned back to glare, "He's supposed to be here." Gwen smoothed a hand over his knee, "Calm down, you're embarrassing." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 20 2009, 10:37 PM Post #547 |
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Podiums were always tricky things. So were words, so simple, so underestimated. Rei wasn't sure at this moment that he could 'give them hell'. As he stood there, standing at the tallest he could be in front of his abnormally tall group of people, on the upward part he had to stand out above them all, he suddenly felt strange. It was a devastating blow to his pride as he stood there that the truth about podiums chose its worst moment to appear. Rei had his back turned to protect himself from the crowd. He had the podium to protect him from the harsher critics, his own phil. There was nothing blocking them, and without his drowsy sick state, he could see and take in every detail he couldn't before. Terrifying and worrying, he let his arms stay down as the curtains parted and revealed themselves. Some who came to the concert previous were confused, noting immediate differences. The podium was gone from the beginning. The concert master, the man who dared to stand and move to be equal with the conductor, was missing also. So Rei realized that he was facing his fear. A fear masked by his height complex and brushed and hidden with cold attitude. Mask dropped, his cold expression gone as a merely calm state overtook him as he closed his eyes. Like a baby, taking in everything about him he raised his hand, even if the audience wasn't ready to listen, he was. He had a strange feeling that maybe Isaac was also. |
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| lucier | Nov 20 2009, 10:46 PM Post #548 |
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If it was even possible for Isaac to believe that Rei Pearce was a bit lost without him...actually, the whole notion was laughable. His temple throbbed, but when the fifths died away into mostly silence, Isaac found himself gazing at the speakers. It'd be just like old times for Rei, except Isaac wasn't there to lead the seconds astray. And if he had had any inkling the sort of attitude that Rei carried throughout this particular concert... And then his mind drifted, Bradley. Were the World Mine was a bit cheesy, he had trudged through reviews that morning, but St. Ryan's wondrous vocals put everything in its rightful place. And one of the papers had Bradley smirking his infamous smirk on the Arts page. He didn't want Bradley, and Bradley had no business whatsoever even being here intruding on his private space. Bradley was all smirks and mirrors and smoke. Even though Rei Pearce had a few quirks and oddities about him...he was still much more solid than Bradley would ever be. But the music brought him back. Even though the qualities of the speakers weren't the best, Isaac closed his eyes and listened... Listening helped him forget. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 20 2009, 10:53 PM Post #549 |
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Standing so vulnerable in front of a hundred people, eyeing and examining his smallest action to receive cues, to many more behind him watching. Slim arms raised, wrapped by the white blazer that seemed to give him a surreal presence on the stage. His hand flicked and the first entrance began. His head bobbed slowly to the beat every so often, his mouth echoing the numbers to keep those who fell behind all on track. Flickering in the air to notes of high and low, entrances and exits, his baton led them through parts effortlessly, the sound filling the stage in a strange way Rei hadn't experienced for a very long time. His mind wasn't thinking anymore. Not on Julia, Bradley, Isaac or even the music. Instead, the strangest image played in his mind, of his youth, where he would stand and play proudly for all to hear, when he stood and had a mental version of himself conducting. Ironic that he now personified that image, standing tall and leading the sound before he signaled for the solo, his own ears surprised by the sound. Yet he knew it would be better, something greater and of unimaginable greatness of their final member was here. They were better, certainly better than Friday at this point where the clearness of the last piece seemed to echo right from the start. But they could be better. And that was all the inspiration Rei needed to keep pushing forward. |
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| lucier | Nov 20 2009, 11:06 PM Post #550 |
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"Bradley," Gwen pinched his arm, hissing urgently, "You're so embarrassing. Get up! You look ridiculous." Bradley shook himself, Harry hid a smile behind his hand, Bradley usually looked posh, polished and put together, but when he fell asleep...his alluring persona went south on him. Which was probably why Bradley was so fond of one-night-stands. To tell the truth, Harry was surprised that he and this American boy lasted as long as they did. By Bradley's reckoning, a whopping year and a half. For someone that didn't do longterm, pretty impressive. "What did I miss?" Bradley yawned. "The whole first half," Gwen rolled her eyes, "I'm going to get some water." Isaac though, curled up in Rei's office drifted in and out to music, although he was wholly absorbed in it. Matthias didn't sound half bad on the solo, and Bell didn't sound too bad either. He would have been more thoroughly impressed if he realized that Rei Pearce was conducting sans music and podium. When the applause for the first half died away, he heard shifting and some static. It was over. Isaac had to admit he felt slightly better, but not much...but there was nothing against trying to get Rei to let him up there on the second half. Wasn't like he was dying. His head hurt like a ton of bricks had fallen on it, but he was a ways from dying. He clapped his hands together, a private accolade. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 20 2009, 11:13 PM Post #551 |
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The magic broke in Rei's mind. The solos were good, flawless from a written perspective...but that was it. Like they were just playing. It disappointed him, more than he could explain though he hid it well. The first half ended, curtains drew temporarily and Rei immediately went to his room. There was a certain British accented man he had to deal with, who no doubt would try to convince him to play. The applause that rang in his head seemed so empty for some reason, not fulfilling him like it usually did. His experiment had failed in a sense and he didn't know what to do. Confiding in Isaac would be impossible. Giving reason for the other to play was just foolish. Especially because he caught a glimpse of blond. He opened the door to his office, walking in too see Isaac looking more tired than he'd probably ever admit to being. Closing the door, he walked forward, reaching forward to press his cold hands against the others skin, feeling the skin to be just as warm as it was before he left him. "How are you feeling?" |
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| lucier | Nov 20 2009, 11:26 PM Post #552 |
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It was good. But not great, and Matthias was sure that Pearce knew it too. But the conductor didn't seem to acknowledge any of this. Only left the stage and headed to his office without a word to anyone...back to his office to Isaac. Matthias wasn't really sure what to do with that. The two of them acted like a dysfunctional married couple. In a way, Isaac supposed they were fully incompatible. After all, he himself hated musicals, couldn't stand them really. He never went unless Bradley went on his knees and convinced him that way. And Bradley found classical music a tremendous, tremendous bore. So in the end...he didn't know why. If he knew Bradley and his cronies were here... But his thoughts were broken when he heard the door open, Rei was back to check on him. Actually, Isaac was sort of floored from all this attention. And he blinked twice to make sure that Rei wasn't a hallucination, but when the wondrously cold hands brushed by his skin, he stirred. This was real. Much more real than any of the glittery smokes and mirrors that Bradley could offer him. Isaac gave him a half smile. "Not exactly better, but better...I think. I think this is the only time that I'm going to tell you I like you having ice blocks for hands." it felt good. But he was still not horny. It was just like someone throwing an ice bucket at you on a hot day. That kind of good. There was a pause, but then Isaac ventured, "The first half wasn't bad, actually. I was awake for most of it. Drifted off once or twice..." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 20 2009, 11:36 PM Post #553 |
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Not exactly matter but better. Rei could work with that, nodding slowly as he let his hands move to cool down Isaac's temples and forehead. "Bad circulation," he explained. "My feet are just as cold," though he strangely enough smiled at the compliment. He didn't mind caring or pampering, as he had done it most of his life to take care of siblings, older siblings who tended to latch unto him whenever they were ill. It came naturally, another little detail one couldn't know easily. Like his lack of French. Or how, even if he tried liver, wasn't going to be doing that again anytime soon. "I'm glad they can help," he added though, not quite wanting to ruin the calm atmosphere with a snippy comment. But he felt worse when Isaac spoke on the first half. He wasn't proud of it, it wasn't up to his standards by any means. "It wasn't bad but it wasn't spectacular either," he replied. Rei wondered if he should reveal his momentary fear on the stage, the first in many years. How he wanted to be playing with them instead of conducting. But it wasn't wise. "I'd prefer a single dull concert though. We can be back to normal standards once you get better and start disliking my hands." |
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| lucier | Nov 20 2009, 11:49 PM Post #554 |
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This was really nice, but something inside Isaac told him that he really shouldn't enjoy it too much. Although for the moment, he closed his eyes, "Trust me, they are--feels good. Mm, well...New York's a bad city for you, if you're this perpetual icebox. You should try the south of France...it's nice and warm, one day." One day, here he was making nonsensical promises for the future that neither of them took very seriously. He studied Rei's face for a long moment, something was off, but Isaac was sick and not as observant. He'd just chalked it up to disappointment, after all, imperfection wasn't easy for a perfectionist to ignore. Isaac took his hands and laid them over Rei's own. It was a little funny, both of them having had pseudo-phone sex and still acting normal. "We have to all be dull sometimes, that gives us the leave to be spectacular..." He rubbed his thumbs over his conductor's wrists. "You did fine." "Is there any hope of me playing for the second half? I promise I won't hurl onstage, I don't even have to be concertmaster. Please?" Actually, Isaac felt a little bit useless and unproductive...more than a little, actually. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 20 2009, 11:55 PM Post #555 |
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France had been mentioned again. First was the walk down Autumn Path or whatever it was and now this. It wasn't good to think on it though, promises that wouldn't be kept. "But I don't speak a word of french. They'd kick me out after a 'bonjour'," Rei replied, butchering the word without meaning it. The hands that covered his felt particularly warm, lowering them to grasp the mans cheeks instead as the larger hands held his. "Perhaps," he spoke, feeling a bit better over the words as his wrists were taken care of. Leave it to Isaac to attempt to take care of the stressed conductor, even when he was sick. "Minimal hope," Rei spoke bluntly. He was worried because he had a horrible feeling inside that it would be best to keep the man off the stage tonight. But the green eyes hit him, making him bit his lip slightly. "Why do you want to play so badly tonight?" |
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