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| lucier | Nov 21 2009, 12:06 AM Post #556 |
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"They wouldn't..." Isaac murmured, continuing to rub circles about his wrists, even though Rei really had butchered the word quite wonderfully, "Because...I'd be with you and the waitress at the Western Rivera says I speak impeccable French, she'd know, she's actually from there...all I'd have to do is brush up some and nobody would know the difference." He trailed off momentarily. "And...I can teach you, you have a good ear." Why did he want to play so much tonight? Isaac mulled the question over for a long moment, "It's a concert, and I've never missed one in my life...and I know you think differently of me on this subject, but I can be somewhat responsible sometimes...and, maybe I can make the second half spectacular? I just might, you know?" He'd keep that part about being useless to himself, it felt much too personal, even though they were being plenty personal right now. "Do you have any reason not to let me play?" Isaac glanced at him, "I know how much I can handle, Rei, and the second half is shorter than the first. And I told you, you don't even have to make me concertmaster. I just want to, it's in my blood." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 21 2009, 12:17 PM Post #557 |
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Laughter almost left Rei at the small attempt to assure him he wouldn't be thrown out, but it died before it could start when his company in France was revealed. They'd go together? Isaac would teach him french? It sounded like a honeymoon, a lovers getaway. Strange and promising but empty, as if both of them knew it wouldn't happen. Just empty promises to make them both feel better for a moment. "Maybe one day," he responded, repeating the same earlier words that seemed to echo on the little fantasy. What bothered him after was how he seemed to know that couldn't possibly happen. How maybe...they had an expiration date that was earlier than any of them could care to admit. But the topic switched back to the concert, so he let it flow that way. "I know you can make the second half spectacular," he mumbled, remembering the minor fear he held there for a moment. He'd be at ease, and perhaps transcend himself. "I..." He couldn't admit why he didn't want him to play. A gut feeling and a twitch of his jaw muscle, to keep Isaac off the stage, just for tonight. "Don't fall or drop your instrument. Not until the curtain closes, you have to promise me that you will not fall." He admitted to it. The blood line got him, he understood the need to not skip. So he'd just go ahead, playing with their meaningless empty promises, and use that as strength to conduct. |
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| lucier | Nov 21 2009, 02:43 PM Post #558 |
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Isaac knew that as well as Rei did...perhaps even better, that their proposed trip to France would never happen. Sure, Isaac would probably hop back by himself one day, but not in the company he found that he wanted.It wasn't even for the lousy six twelve grand that he had waiting for him, or whatever the number happened to be. He'd been thinking that less and less and...just the phenomenon was worrisome. "One day," he echoed. It was good enough, just to have the thought right there. "I'll look forward to it." Vaguely, he remembered Joshua Bell, if Rei Pearce back in the day could...then perhaps he'd understand how it was in Isaac's blood, no matter if he was dying sick or hungover. Pearce would understand that, which was why Isaac used the line in the first place. It was a surefire way to get him to agree. Not only did he agree, he agreed that Isaac would make the second half spectacular. That made him feel good like Rei really did believe in him. But he paused to note the twitching muscle near his jaw. Remembering Bell again, Isaac smoothed one thumb over the twitch. He was jealous of...something? But what? Isaac was dying sick and certainly not in mint condition. There was no reason for Rei to be jealous of that... "I respect the stage as much as any musician. Don't worry, I won't." And besides, he knew what would happen if he collapsed. "I won't be a disappointment, you'll see." (Now he was sounding entirely too eager, for whatever reason. Did it have to do with yesterday? Maybe.) |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 21 2009, 07:48 PM Post #559 |
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He'd look forward to it? But even Rei had to agree to that. He was looking forward to the idea as well, the thought of pure relaxation as they ate at various cafes, walked unfamiliar streets and were surrounded by the beauty that was this promise. An idea that wouldn't happen that they could both look forward to. It was almost sad. The hand that went over his jaw made him jump, confused at the action. No one had ever quite revealed the secret behind how easily it was to read when he was jealous, so he just assumed the man had a strange tendency to smooth his thumb over his skin. "Respect has nothing to do with physical strength," he argued softly, moving his hands once again to try and help the man feel just a little bit better. "You won't be disappointing me no matter what happens," Rei assured as he swiped his fingers through the dark strands. "But that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to worry." Once again he was tempted to just sit down on the mans lap and hold him, reveal the strange fear he had felt for the first time on the stage. Rei wanted to, to let it go and perhaps hope it wouldn't bother him anymore. But it wasn't his place to be comforted. It was his place to comfort at the moment and he would take that because it was all he could do for the pale male in front of him. "Now I know how you felt when you wanted me to go home," he spoke, joking slightly as he tried to lighten the mood. |
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| lucier | Nov 21 2009, 08:04 PM Post #560 |
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Actually, yeah, the fact that they were going to both look forward to a trip that they were never going to take to Europe. It was actually very, very sad. Whether or not that Rei knew that Isaac knew that it was making him jealous...for whatever reason Rei was going on about how he wasn't going to be disappointed in him (...even if he hurled on stage and collapsed?) and that he was just...worried about him. Even Matthias didn't say he was worried about Isaac all that much. Matthias knew that Isaac sort of kind of hated the word. Although resting and the cold meds had kicked in and he was feeling better...just slightly. Enough for him to grin at his conductor, "You forget about my inferiority complex...but I'll try to keep that in mind." It was not a good idea to add that Rei did a pretty good impersonation of his mother when he was sick...so he kept that particular bit to himself. "I just hate to be, even if I have leave to be." Besides, there was still the Bradley bit to explain away, Isaac didn't know how successful he was going to be... Finally, he stood up, only a little unsteady and steadied himself on his conductor's shoulder. "But thank you, that means a lot." Of course it did, this was the man that expected perfection, always. "Except they're not very comparable, I only have to be up there for twenty-five minutes, you, for two hours...that's hardly fair." But obviously, Pearce wasn't the only one having second thoughts... "What're you doing out?" "I'm going to play." Matthias gaped a little, and then turned to the conductor, "You're letting him play?" Unthinkable. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 21 2009, 08:19 PM Post #561 |
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The grinning face of the concert master, which always infuriated Rei, strangely made him feel better. Like the other truly was over being sick. "I don't understand your inferiority complex nor see reason for its existence." It was a blunt rebuttal, making do of his immediate dislike to the idea. The man stood, towering over him as always, though seeming smaller when he used his shoulder to keep himself straight. At least he'd be sitting. "I just stand there, wave my arms around and yell afterwards that you should have been watching," he spoke, once again putting down his position as he eyed the mans fingers. "Besides, I told you before. I can't be replaced that easily. It comes with the job description, I'm doomed to show up even if both my legs are broken," he spoke, remembering a certain friend who showed up in crutches, yelling and swearing that he could still play. Oh York. How youth hadn't left him still. As soon as they left and appeared on the stage, most of the phil was surprised to see Isaac. Most of all Matthias. "He's a violinist Derringer," Rei spoke. "Letting him play isn't something I can control." |
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| lucier | Nov 21 2009, 08:32 PM Post #562 |
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"I'll buy you the wheelchair, those are comfortable." He deadpanned as a joke. Matthias immediately thought of York and last night. He wasn't looking for proof, but proof was glaringly obvious in his face. Isaac had put one over Pearce and Pearce had...consented to let Isaac play. For no other reason than his stubbornness, Pearce had admitted defeat to Isaac...or maybe he wanted Isaac to play for some other reason. But he watched his friend stumble to where his case was and lift out his violin. "You tuned this?" Isaac said, plucking the e string a couple of times, "That's sharp." Matthias closed his eyes and sighed a deep sigh, "It was fine when I tuned it, must have been the temperature, moreover, Isaac--" "I'm fine." Isaac bit out, ripping two series of tenths on his violin just to show the vicinity that he was fine. "Anyway, if you want to play mother hen, you can have my seat. I'll take yours." And if there was anything that Isaac hated even more it was being told he couldn't do something while he knew perfectly well he could. This was one of the times, he could play the violin unconscious. Matthias opened his mouth, he wasn't happy with it, but this was neither the place nor the time. "Oi, Bradley, wake up, Monsieur Americain is playing." Harry reached across Gwen and pinched Bradley with purpose on the thigh. "Don't fall asleep again, yeah? It's going to look bad. If anyone catches wind..." But Bradley was already scanning the program, "I wonder where he was the first half..." "Stay awake and ask him later. Shut up now." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 21 2009, 08:38 PM Post #563 |
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Leroy's voice echoed through the speakers, informing the audience that the concert was to start in a minute and for everyone to get to their seats. Rei was busy thinking and strangely enough, it wasn't about music. Not the notes he needed to review in his head...but wheelchairs. He was thinking about the wheelchair Isaac had quite bluntly told him he'd purchase should anything happen, in order to make sure that Rei could at least conduct in comfort. He didn't understand the mans thought processes but then again, he didn't really understand this whole relationship either. Not just this specific one that brought enough problems on its own, but the very essence of relationships. The idea of opening up completely. Could he open about Julia? Not likely. So what was this? Curtains opened, making Rei know that there was no way he could keep thinking. His mind just trusted itself, knowing that thinking about wheel chairs and France was very dangerous business. It was time. So Rei raised his hand, signaling the start and giving a quick glance to Isaac and hoping that he did in fact make the right choice. Now he just had to get over the fear, that once again grasped at his ankles and held him there as the podium and music were gone and his eyes were closed, playing from memory and merely hoping that a single player could change everything. |
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| lucier | Nov 21 2009, 08:50 PM Post #564 |
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"What are you doing?" Matthias hissed at him as the oboist sounded an A for the strings, "You're dying, it's not going to impress anyone that you're kind of playing the second half of the concert. Nobody." "Nobody but me." Isaac griped, in the assistant concertmaster's chair, if he had been in the concertmaster's chair, maybe...but he was dying sick right now, he wasn't horny and he had to concentrate on other things... "Sometimes, you're a jerk." Matthias sat down again. Isaac couldn't decide which language to curse him in, so he just mouthed something that sounded like an obscenity as the announcements came on. The concert was going to start its second half in a couple of minutes, would everyone please retake their seats... Isaac really was not sure what he was trying to prove. Something to Rei though...and Matthias really was considering talking to York. Now even the thought was bad. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 21 2009, 08:56 PM Post #565 |
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Isaac looked worse than he had in the room. Had he been putting up a strong front to convince him? It made Rei close his eyes desperately, hands moving to lean against the podium but finding thin air in its place. He couldn't look. He felt the eyes stare at him from the back, waiting for the start, and he felt the eyes stare at him from the front, waiting for the start. All analyzing him and waiting to hear this miracle sound the papers raved about after Friday. The expectations were so high. Rei felt so scared. Fear raked his blood, his hands colder than they were naturally as he once again brushed off the invisible dust and let his face be controlled by the poker face he wore so naturally. The difference was so obvious to him. He could feel it, knowing that it wasn't the players fault at this point. No, their own weaknesses were his. A problem he didn't know how to solve and needed to figure out immediately. Time wasn't a kind mistress, and didn't provide it because he knew it was time. So he raised his arm, strong yet gentle, signaling the start and hearing the notes fill the stage and those behind him, knowing that if he cracked open an eye, the little strength he had at the moment would fall apart entirely. So he had to hold on, and just keep thinking about music, though strangely, he relaxed ever so slightly as he imagined wheelchairs in France. |
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| lucier | Nov 21 2009, 09:05 PM Post #566 |
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Matthias gave Isaac this look that said, "We'll definitely talk about this later." Isaac only glared at him and turned to where the podium should be, only to find out that there was none. Rei Pearce looked alone and distanced from everyone up there just holding his baton. He wondered why this was so, just briefly as his eyes went from Rei to his own music stand. Somehow, it didn't look right. But when the hand raised, he raised his violin, and even if he wasn't sitting concertmaster, raised up the scroll and... His head was pounding...so badly-- But the sound, the sound did not care, it was a beautiful, rapturous sound that filled the hall, if this was Isaac's doing, he did not know, he was just concentrating to keep his headache away from his job. And not so far away in the audience, a certain blond stayed awake, a certain girl was smirking, and a certain lighthaired boy was shaking his head. Pseudo-emotions did wondrous thing to people. Bradley St. Ryan was not excepted. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 21 2009, 09:24 PM Post #567 |
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Wheelchairs and France rolled in his mind, the music accompanying the little fantasy as Rei conducted. It was so strange, how his mind was overcome with the thought instead of the stage. It seemed to vanish under his feet, the baton nothing but an extension of the hand. He hit his cues and everything he should have without thinking about it or realizing he was doing so, staying on beat as the lovely melody lulled across his mind. Rei even relaxed, smiling to himself that made most play far better than usual, just to assure themselves that the sight wasn't a lie. But he was enjoying himself for a different reason than everyone else who was focusing on the sound, Rei was only using it as background music, something he would usually forbid. He saw them pausing, to listen and focus on the difficult fast notes before laughing lightly. He wasn't aware of the three figures in the audience, all their for the ill concert master and nothing more, he wasn't aware of Isaac feeling ill and he wasn't aware of Leroy smiling to himself, the only one of his friends to wonder if perhaps this new relationship wasn't so bad after all. Rei was only aware of the lovely day dream and the beautiful sound that controlled it. |
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| lucier | Nov 21 2009, 10:54 PM Post #568 |
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And then it was done. He wasn't sure what had transpired, really, all he was really sure was that Isaac had hung on until the final note and that it was over. For the moment, he looked dangerously, dangerously dizzy, felt that way too, but when the orchestra members had to get up on his bowl, Matthias lent him an arm, with a still grim expression on his face. He didn't like it any more, but it was over, and it seemed that the phil had redeemed itself, whatever experiment that Rei Pearce was trying to pull off with the sans podium and sans music approach...he had transcended himself. The applause was sonorous, no less relenting than Friday's had been, but... It seemed that the music had released its hold on Isaac and now the nausea returned in waves. "Don't you dare fall over," Matthias hissed in his ear. And elsewhere, Gwen and Harry were thoroughly amused as Bradley joined the standing ovation, it was actually kind of true, any concert that didn't have Bradley St. Ryan dozing off deserved every kind of accolade possible. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 21 2009, 11:04 PM Post #569 |
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Even as the final notes rang out into the air, the vision in Rei's mind still hung strongly. Laughing, as the music ended and they looked back at a memory. He opened his eyes, though he froze when he realized he had been smiling. The blank face returned, as he wondered just what had come over him. Putting aside the podium and music had certainly worked to improve, not to mention the overall morale had gone up when Isaac was back. But none of that mattered because as for the concert... Done and over with. Rei turned, took a single bow and waited until the curtains drew themselves up, which they did after Rei sent a very sharp glare to the side. Leroy quickly gave the cue and it was all over. He didn't waste a second, moving forward and glancing at Matthias. "...Do you need help getting him to my office? I doubt he wants to vomit in public. There's a washroom in there he can use." |
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| lucier | Nov 21 2009, 11:14 PM Post #570 |
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The curtain fell and the whole stage was abuzz as everyone moved to pack up, Matthias let Isaac fall back into the chair and...the last thing he expected was Rei Pearce to come forward and offer to help him to the office. Right now he was getting the horrible, horrible feeling that the two of them shouldn't be alone together for whatever reason. He was coming to this horrible, horrible conclusion that York was probably right..why didn't he see it before? "I don't want to throw up..." Isaac glanced hazily up his conductor, "I just feel dizzy...did I do all right?" Seriously? As soon as they got home, Matthias was going to make that call, fat lot of good York was going to do, but Matthias was at least going to listen to what the other man had to say now. It wasn't sabotaging Isaac, if Rei Pearce really was intent to let Isaac self-destruct than this wasn't at all a healthy relationship. "Look, Isaac, seriously." "Seriously go put this away?" Isaac handed over his violin, "I'll figure out how to get out of this chair in a sec...and you..." he nodded over at Rei, "--stay? Half a second?" The stage would be empty in a moment, although Patricia was hanging around longer than usual. |
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