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| lucier | Feb 17 2010, 01:45 AM Post #796 |
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[[ Aww! I sympathize! I'm drowning in college stuffs, save me! ]] Hm, not bad, Isaac was half expecting to be strangled for that stunt, but he only received a look on that and a promise to something that he could live without. Not bad at all. He was certainly making progress. "Well then, good to know." Matthias rolled his eyes, "Could you be any more obvious?" He mouthed and Isaac just grinned over at him, it was a smile that made Matthias want to punch him. He was about to half make good on that thought, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Using the age old trick of hiding your phone behind your violin, he clicked on the text that he had just received. ...What? Just---what? No, Nick York did not even--Matthias stole a nonsecond look at the critic and knew otherwise. The fuck. He hadn't been in a relationship for a very long time, but he wasn't like Isaac and if he was looking, he was never going to look in the direction of Nicholas York. But now they just-- "Phone away." Isaac was saying, jabbing him sharply in the ribs. "Fuck off." Matthias mouthed at him, jamming the phone back into his pocket and crossing his legs tight, as if that would make any difference. "You fuck off," Isaac replied, still wearing that stupid grin. But now Matthias could not decide who he wanted to punch more. This was unfortunate. Somebody better have a damn good explanation for all this. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Mar 11 2010, 11:20 PM Post #797 |
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Nick had been hoping that Matthias would check his phone during break. When Nick would have a chance to escape and go grab a make believe coffee. The former concert master however checked his phone almost immediately and had the critic groan. He let his head fall into his hands as he closed his eyes tightly before opening them again and sitting up. His phone was in his hands again seconds later. 'Sorry. Bad on spot thinking. Double date. You me. Isaac Rei. Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry! Your fake temp boyfriend, Nick. PS: Please don't kill me. Sorry. We can break up right after the double. I'll even hook you up with a rebound.' There. That should work. But probably not. What bothered him more was how grinny Isaac was. He was practically bouncing, throwing around the conductors first name like they were dating. Which they were, so it wasn't even that weird but still. French? There were limits and Nick highly doubted that the accelerando needed a clear cue. If it did, Rei would do it. Not to mention his conducting was usually clear enough to alert the philharmonic of that. Isaac was sucking up. Dear god, the violinist didn't think he was going to be getting some after this did he? No, now Nick was determined to pull off this double date and have a break up at that, where Rei would go with him to a bar and stay with him until almost the bloody morning. They'd invite Leroy and have a blast at it. There was no way he was going to let them seal the deal. |
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| lucier | Mar 13 2010, 06:52 PM Post #798 |
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What bugged Matthias was the postscript. As if Matthias could not be arsed to find his own rebound. Why the fuck would he even need a rebound? It wasn't like he was coming off of a particularly memorable relationship anyway. In fact, Matthias couldn't remember the last time that he had been in a serious relationship -- it had be pre-Isaac, because after wading through his fiend's various affairs... Celibacy looked very good. And he was going to let that one once the first half of the rehearsal had ended. "Hey, Mattie, focus!" Isaac was shaking his head, and Matthias wanted to strangle him, although right now, he couldn't make up his mind about how to strangle first. (Note to self -- never ever make a bet with Isaac again. Or if he was going to make a bet, make it impossible.) When his phone finally clicked halfway, Matthias put his violin down on the chair and Isaac looked over his friend again, "What's with you?" "Nothing's with me," Matthias bit his lip. "I just need a minute to go strangle Nicholas York, be back in a bit." Which left Isaac staring at his friend for a very very long moment, kill Nick York. Funny, they seemed chummy. Isaac waited a moment before putting down Rei's violin and walking to him. He fully intended to let Rei set the boundaries here, but there was absolutely no harm in talking to him. "That wasn't bad...was it? I think I'm growing attached to your violin and...can you offer an explanation as to why Matthais would want to kill your critic friend over there? He didn't write a bad review, did he?" |
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| Cup of Coffee | Mar 13 2010, 11:23 PM Post #799 |
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Nick had fully intended the postscript to be a small joke, something to make amends. A whole, 'sorry you have to fake a relationship with me, there can be nothing worse. Here's someone you would probably like instead'. Nick had no doubt that Matthias wouldn't need a rebound but he saw nothing wrong in a regular hook up. In fact, he thought it was pretty healthy. So he meant it with all good intentions. Although maybe mentioning 'or a beer' would have been better. He'd suggest that next. Except this time it seemed Matthias preferred to do it in person. "Before you kill me, let me explain myself. I can think on the spot and prod almost anyone. Rei falls into the exceptions category and damn it, considering how much time they've been spending together in bedrooms I could only assume they were going to seal the dinner tonight. So we're having a 'double date', 'breaking up' and I'm dragging Rei with me and you can take Isaac. I can get you the rebound," he paused, "...or a beer, the next night." Now he could only hope. Rei wasn't surprised that Isaac came up to him the second the first half of rehearsal was over. What surprised him was that Matthias did the same to Nick, their conversation not close enough to be heard but slowly confirming the critics words. "...Huh? Oh, the sectionals is fine so far...a few flat notes here or there by the second row, mostly in the fourth and sixth chairs but you weren't bad," he rambled lightly before raising a brow. Getting attached to his violin? "Are you growing attached to it because its a wonderful violin or because its mine?" It was an innocent question with nothing particularly being implied. "...And if Matthias wants to kill Nick, I'm assuming its because Nick told Matthias that he told me that they're dating. As in, our two friends seem to be in a hidden relationship, Nick let it slip and apparently Matthias didn't quite want to share it yet." Which were his thoughts until he remembered a certain college prank. "I'm just assuming, maybe Nick played a prank on Matthias and stole his toilet seats. We can't really know unless we ask but I'd wait until after rehearsal. Let them sort it out first." |
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| lucier | Mar 17 2010, 11:38 PM Post #800 |
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About that, it was a hard call. The only worse thing that Matthias could see than dating Nick York, was dating Isaac...or Pearce, or Isaac dating Pearce. What the fuck. Nick York definitely owed him champagne. He stopped just short of strangling the critic, and listened as York tried to explain himself. Right, that was the best solution he could come up with? And he called himself a critic? Matthias heaved a heavy sigh and let it out, "You owe me a bottle of bottle of Bordeaux before the twentieth century." Not that he was a wine connoisseur by any means, but he knew Bordeaux bottles before the said time period were hard to come by and if he was going to sit there and pretend to date Nicholas York for an undisclosed period of time, York better give him something good in return (and no, that didn't make him sound like a hooker. At all.) So...the plan seemed solid, they were going to fake a relationship, break up, and drag off their individual worse halves for comfort. Except -- "I'm putting a hold on me wanting to kill you, if it works it works." Matthias pursed his lips, "Except we can't break up right now. I mean, we're as uncouple-y as we can possibly be and I don't know about Pearce, but I know Isaac's a paranoid git. We need to convince them that we're dating first and then break up -- you put us here. Thought I'd remind you." (Matthias didn't even do boyfriends, how the fuck was he supposed pull this off?) For Isaac, he choked on air as his eyes practically bugged out of his head. "You're kidding! Matthias and...York? That's impossible. Matthias is too nice for a guy like him." But then again, Matthias put up with people like Isaac, it was a hard call. He peered over at his conductor, break was ten minutes, Pearce's office had a lock on it -- entirely possible, but he didn't. Isaac merely walked closer enough so he could drum his fingers on the podium, "That...you'll just have to guess. I think you know which one." But then he glanced over towards the seats, could barely make out York and Matthias in the back -- "They're seriously dating?" No matter how Isaac spun that in his head, it didn't make any since. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Mar 19 2010, 10:51 PM Post #801 |
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"You are a lucky man then, considering I own two," Nick replied without missing a beat. Sure it would probably hurt his heart strings later on, especially when it was taken into account that he had been planning to save that bottle for an important event, (perhaps a marriage) or something grand. This would have to do, as it would represent the end of a horrid relationship. Two in fact, although one was fake and the other was unknowingly started on rather wrong pretenses. Too bad he wouldn't be getting even a sip of it. Nick grinned when his 'death' was put on hold. That grin however quickly fell when he was told they couldn't break up yet. "Why? We just have to convince them during dinner. Skinship here or there, cute habits and such. You can handle a little acting, can't you? You are eventually getting laid and getting a rather expensive bottle of Bordeaux. I'll even throw in the lay to be from a model party." He got many, many invites to parties and had expanded his circle of people he knew to be huge. Writing and reviewing tended to do that, especially when ones opinions were viewed highly. That and when you weren't being reviewed he happened to be a pretty interesting gentlemen to hang out with. Not that Isaac would ever believe that, or even Matthias for that matter. "I'll have you know that guy is one of my closest friends and he isn't so bad if you would put aside the natural hatred musicians have for difficult critics," Rei smoothly spoke although his light orbs did glance at the odd couple. "I'm just wondering how they even got started." Or why York hid it from him. Usually he'd brag. Maybe he'd changed a bit? Rei shrugged at the question, not quite sure how to answer. "Apparently. We're having a double date with them after rehearsal. Don't bother or interrogate them too much." |
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| lucier | Mar 20 2010, 07:44 PM Post #802 |
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Damn. Should have asked for Mintz's violin instead. At least that would make Isaac insanely jealous. Matthias considered tell York that he was indeed kidding, but he'd save that for later. York deserved to lie in the bed he had made for himself. Half of this was Matthias' fault too, but hell, he could easily overlook that. He blanched for only a minute, "Ah...about that." Acting. Um. Matthias was vaguely reminded of the time that Isaac thought it would be extremely interesting to date a pair of theatre students from Boston University. Matthias had learned three things about himself by the end of the evening: 1.) he hated independent films and everything that had to do with Broadway (and it didn't have anything to do with Bradley) 2.) Theatre people were snobs, 3.) he couldn't act for shit. "Look, I haven't had a serious boyfriend since..." And again, he had to pause to think about it, "Second year of college." Not that there was anything wrong with that, but seriously, Matthias couldn't act about what he didn't know. "I'll pass on the shag, thanks." Now Matthias was starting to sound British...at least he wasn't even going to try to butcher the accent. "I'm just saying. We just told them, and now we're going to break up. It even sounds fishy and all deus ex machina." And Matthias was good at suspension of belief when he had to -- apparently that was quite often. "They're not stupid. And besides, if they catch up, they'll probably be more determined to get together and...you know, all that forbidden fruit shit." . "What-ever. You know he hates me anyway." Isaac sighed and glanced to the back of the auditorium again, "Since I can't do anything but play violin." And give massages...but at the moment, Pearce probably wouldn't want him to make that into a career. Or Isaac hoped he didn't. "Probably because Matthias doesn't do relationships are dating. He's phobic like that," which gave way to another question -- what made York so goddamn convincing? "....You better not be bailing on me for after." Or else Isaac would just lay on the accent and make it impossible to forget during the drink. He was definitely one to resort to cheap tricks...Pearce should have known that by now. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Mar 21 2010, 08:42 PM Post #803 |
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Something told York that pretending to be a couple was going to be harder than he first imagined. The thought grew worse at the mention of acting and when the violinists relationships came into question. He hadn't had a serious boyfriend in quite some time. It helped however that he in some point of his life had a boyfriend and wasn't straight as a stick. Pretending to be in a relationship with a straight man would have been a downright nightmare. This might just be hitting it close so he couldn't think that this was going to be a piece of cake either. "I'm not offering to 'shag' you and frankly, you're not my type so you have nothing to worry about." Although the accent wasn't bad and if it was kept up this wouldn't be as bad of an evening as he was imagining it to be. "The only one who would be more determined to get together would be Isaac. Rei would just ignore it. Besides, I know he's your friend and all but I don't trust it. Suddenly getting all chummy, whipping out 'I like you' from no where when he was a devil before. If you ask me it almost sounds as if there is money on the line, like its all some strange bet. And if that's the case, I'll rip whoever is involved so apart that they'll flinch at the mere sight of a musical instrument. I can promise you that at least," he swore, fiddling for his cigarette by instinct before he paused. Rei hated it when he smoked in here even if he broke the rule often. "I just can't see someone like Langley ever going for Rei. There is something fishy about it." "Hate is a strong word. Its not like you've given him any reason to like you," Rei argued back immediately, his tongue never afraid to point out the obvious truth. Rei paused, never imagining that Matthias would be the type to not date. He always saw that to be Isaac until recently. "Nick is a very good talker when he wants to be and if he senses chemistry he isn't afraid to go after a relationship. Derringer just fell for his charm and you need to get over it." He was about to ask what he would be bailing on until it hit him. Ah yes, the continuation. "Don't tell me you've been thinking about that this whole time. Don't think I didn't notice the French." |
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| lucier | Mar 24 2010, 06:14 PM Post #804 |
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It was not at all Matthias' fault that he had a sense of propriety. That made him into some kind of prude, yeah, but honestly, it worked out better for him that way. He didn't even have to ever worry about running into the same exes in any given town like someone else. But...that did hit a little too close to home. Good thing that Isaac said unbelievably stupid things all the time so Matthias was able to get his face to show nothing at all. "Or maybe as a critic, your job is trying to read too hard into everything," he said lightly with a shrug. "Isaac's weird about going after people who he can't have. It's actually not that surprising to me." That much was truth, and it was also truth that Isaac Langley never backed down from a challenge either. "I'm not saying you offered to -- sleep with me." He caught himself this time, "I'm just saying, I don't need you to make good on your postscript..." he faltered slightly as a thought came to him. "And does anyone ever call you Nicky?" (The answer was probably no, but Matthias thought he would ask. . "And I'm a loud passionate individual who uses definite words, thank you." Isaac leaned forward on the podium. "Besides, I think we're doomed to be two people who hate each other until the end of time. Not much you can do about it there. And besides, like I said...Matthias doesn't do relationships, especially if the other party sleeps around." (He had friends enough for that.) But Rei could certainly do other things. "I didn't mean anything by the French," Isaac raised an eyebrow and feigned nonchalance. "It just slipped and I want what I was promised. You're a man of your word, are you not, Monsieur?" |
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| Cup of Coffee | Mar 27 2010, 09:41 PM Post #805 |
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"Anyone in media who can make a living tends to have a sense of a scoop and damn it, that entire relationship just gives me a bad feeling," he muttered, frowning as the gears in his mind turned. There were two kinds of critics. Those who saw details that didn't matter and those that saw details that did. If you could affect ticket sales, make musicians hate you and win the respect and friendship of conductors, you were the later. Which he was proud to say he was. Which was what made Nick so bloody worried. Or maybe he was just overreacting and just didn't like the guy. Maybe Isaac just liked having people he couldn't have. "Then he could hook up with that French musical man," Nick spoke, saying 'musical' like it was something wretched. "He does realize his career will be shot if he leaves the phil if they break up and moves somewhere else, right?" Before Nick could speak on his postscript, a look of absolute horror went over his features. "York by strangers, Nick by friends, Nicholas by one night stands and hook ups, and usually my middle name by lovers, but god, never call me Nicky. Screw the deal, I will humiliate you on the spot if you call me that." His words were quiet but he meant them. He detested the nickname. "...And I can assure you I won't set you up with a Victoria Secret Model or Calvin Clein Model if you call me that." As if the later was far worse. Rei almost smiled at the immediate reply. Loud passionate individual. That certainly was true. "You practically said the same thing about me around a month ago. Opinions change," he spoke as the man leaned on the podium a bit more. "And you make 'sleeping around' sound like he cheats. Anyone who's been in a relationship with Nick has never complained, even after the break up. He's a nice guy and I'd appreciate it if you two wouldn't glare at each other." The conductor wanted a topic change more than anything. Until Isaac picked the topic and Rei decided that going back wasn't so bad after all. "You're a loud passionate individual who uses definite words, you're welcome. You don't just 'slip' French," he spoke, quoting the violinist rather easily. "If you're good during the second half of rehearsal and nothing too traumatic happens during dinner. I might need you to drop me off for counseling." Derringer, Isaac, Nick and himself. This would be one hell of a double date. "You'll get your dessert when the time is right." |
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| lucier | Apr 4 2010, 07:20 PM Post #806 |
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Here, Matthias just rolled his eyes, "See? You just completely proved my point." He gave Pearce and Isaac -- who seemed to be deep in conversation up on stage a quick glance. "They've been at this longer than we have. And if you still don't think they're plausible, what'd you think they're going to make of us?" Isaac was already pretty convinced that Matthias was celibate anyway. Not that he was ever going to tell Nick York. He sank down in one of the seats in the aisle and rubbed his throbbing temple, maybe this would be an ideal time to ask Isaac for a massage...except it probably would not be a good idea. "Isaac is very good at moving, I don't think you'd ever have to worry about that." Isaac was also very good at leaving angry exes in his wake. York didn't need to know that either. "Nicky's not that. I'll only call you that if I'm desperate, and you got us into this mess in the first place," (or not really, but York didn't need to know that either.) Besides, didn't all couples have nicknames or something? Isaac and Pearce were now on first name terms, which was a miracle in itself. "And keep your models. I'm not interested." Matthias just wanted to get out of this mess alive and unscathed. Now that was looking difficult. He thought he saw Isaac glancing at him...it was now or never. Before Matthias could completely change his mind, he leaned in and kissed Nicholas fucking York on the cheek. This was all his fault. "Anyway, I'll see you after." . "Yeah, but you're a conductor, he's a critic. You guys are worlds apart," Isaac pointed out dryly with a deep sigh, "At least you and I have a few things in common. The two of them...for fuck's sake, Matthias is practically celibate." Matthias had said so himself, either that, or he really was asexual. if he was the latter, Isaac felt sorry for him. "Christ." Maybe it was time to give Joshua Bell another emergency phone call. Or something. That sounded like a good idea, actually. But the fact that Isaac might not get sex because he looked at York the wrong way was ridiculous. "The things I do for you...If you want me to behave, you're going to give me some sort of insurance." Hell, Isaac thought it was fair, after all, asking him to be civil to a critic was practically asking him for the moon. But when he turned his eyes towards York and Matthias, Isaac could have sworn that Matthias had just leaned in and kissed York on the cheek. Okay, granted, it wasn't full out suck face or anything, but Christ. Pearce had better give him insurance, or else Isaac was going to do something drastic. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Apr 4 2010, 08:15 PM Post #807 |
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"Touche. This might be harder than I expected," Nick spoke, before shaking his head. "This isn't a locational thing. Reputations in music are fickle, especially in the classical world. This stunt could ruin his career world wide. Most conductors do background checks, including calling previous conductors. You think Rei's going to give praises to anyone easily, much less an ex who spited him?" Moving had nothing to do with it. An angry Rei was a force to be reckoned with. "...Do you doubt my threat?" Nick asked, speaking the words very slowly and meaningfully. "Well, Matty, I'm afraid calling me that won't get you any brownie points as Rei knows I hate that nickname." A true fact that was mostly fueled for his intense dislike of that name. Before he could comment further, he received a much more surprising farewell 'gift'. A kiss on the cheek. Though he had a feeling it wasn't for nothing, he didn't dare to see why because that would blow the whole illusion. Bets were on Isaac watching though. "See you. Try to focus on your instrument and not me, darling," he teased lightly with a smile, fingers tapping at his pocket. Nick could use a cigarette right about now. "Don't give yourself a head ache for nothing, we have another half of rehearsal to get through and I need my concert master focusing," Rei lectured rather quickly before he glanced over at the couple and back at Isaac, noticing the grimace with a raised brow. He wasn't sure if the violinist was more upset over the news of the couple or the fact that he might not get to continue from earlier. He hummed lightly, noticing just how tense the man got. "Depends what you have in mind for insurance," Rei spoke, his tone strictly professional and not hinting toward anything. He was quite curious as to what this insurance was. Which mattered not considering his mental watch informed him break was over. "Think on it a bit. Breaks over, so we'll discuss this after. Be nice and don't give Derringer a hard time." |
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| lucier | Apr 10 2010, 10:14 PM Post #808 |
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It wasn't so much so that Matthias doubted the threat. He didn't, After all, York could be all sorts of vengeful when he set his mind out to be; in some cases, the pen was mightier than the sword. Although Matthias would hate to be on the receiving end...he didn't think York could make good on his threat without backlashing. After all, Matthias could just as easily say that they weren't dating and the whole thing was a farce...and then Isaac and Pearce would obviously fuck, and then he would lose the bet and --- Right. This was a lose lose situation for both of them. Suddenly, he had a headache and no advil. Damn. And even though he flinched at the word, 'darling.' It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Matthias just shook his head and gave Nick the finger. "Call me that again, and I will kill you." Wasn't this a start of a beautiful relationship? Yeah, Matthias thought so too. . "I don't get headaches from this type of thing, what the hell do you take me for?" Isaac got headaches from plenty of other things, But not this. If at all possible, he could beat it out of Matthias later. It wasn't to be the first time. "And of course I focus, I always...on you." He leaned in, perhaps to kiss him...but then saw Matthias snorting something dangerously close to 'get a room' and Isaac pulled back, choosing instead to brush his hand against the nape of Rei's neck instead. "Yeah, I'll thank on it." Matthias was getting out his violin again when Isaac rejoined him at first stand, "You're a fucking sap." "You're the one dating Nicholas York and conveniently forgot to tell me." Isaac pointed out sourly. "Anyway, just because Pearce said so, I'm going to be nice and not torment you too much." "Yeah? And since when do you do what he says? What's he done, blow you?" Matthias had only meant it as a joke, but when Isaac's smirk widened, his eyes widened, "No shit." "Yeah shit." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Apr 11 2010, 08:50 PM Post #809 |
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Nick smiled at the reaction his words got, knowing that he had a back up nickname if worse came to worse. "It's just a nickname," he called lightly as the man walked away, understanding that the best vengeance he could possible do immediately if he was called that atrocious nickname was to give the most cute, obnoxious and overly used couple nicknames in the book. Which would certainly gain him a few interesting looks and make the entire even amusing to say the least. Now all he had to do was think of how to sound and look convincing during dinner. Which would involve more body contact than he was willing to do with the violinist but he dug his grave and he might as well jump right into it and get comfortable. It seemed like the only logical thing to do anyway. "...Focus on your music," Rei replied, although it took him a bit more time as his mind couldn't quite wrap around the words yet. Not to mention how he swore Isaac was going to kiss him in front of the phil, which was slowly trickling in and eyeing the pair. Instead his neck received the lightest of brushes that sent immediate tingles to his spine and had one of his hands snap to his neck. "Don't--" The phrase stopped as he caught himself, shaking his head slowly. "Don't give anyone any funny ideas." Rei wasn't aware of the words being broken moments later, standing on the stage in front of the phil as he thought to himself for a music. "I'm suggest you all know the music very well and off by heart by our next rehearsal. We're going to be trying something a bit different from the usual," he warned, which caused a ripple of looks to be exchanged. It was back to his theory of why they were doing much better at concerts recently. Concerts where the music was abandoned and allowed to live on its own. A small theory he wanted to apply to everyone. He could only await the results. |
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| lucier | Apr 16 2010, 08:11 PM Post #810 |
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Matthias had suffered through many nicknames, courtesy of Isaac. He thought that he really should have thicker skin for this type of thing, except that even Isaac knew enough not to call him anything endearing along the lines of 'sweetie' or 'honeycake' or whatever. 'Darling' just happened to be on that list. Nicky wasn't even that...well, yeah, it made someone sound like an eight-year-old, but still. That hardly seemed to matter. None of this was hardly his fault. He was getting an expensive bottle of wine he didn't plan on drinking anyway. Maybe he'd just sell it to an auction house...or something. That sounded useful and practical, since he was now of the opinion that it was sort of inevitable that Isaac and Pearce were going to eventually going to fuck anyway. He watched Isaac as he stood up and bid the orchestra to tune. Isaac was good at that, getting things to roll off his back without much of anything. As if he was standing on top of some precipice and no one dared touch him. Okay, perhaps it was jealousy talking here, but sometimes, Matthias could not help but feel envious. When the orchestra finished tuning up, Isaac sat down. "What's up with you? I can understand how dating York could be a pain in the ass, but you've got to be dating him for a good reason? Or do you just want him to write raving reviews about how on-spot your fingers are? Never pegged you for the shallow type." "We haven't even had sex," Matthias gritted out between clenched teeth. "I'm not like you, you know." "I know you're asexual, but please, don't rub it in...you hardly know what you're missing. We'll continue this discussion later." |
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