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| Cup of Coffee | Oct 10 2009, 10:42 PM Post #91 |
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“Then take it seriously,” Joshua suggested, raising a brow as he eyed the rather bashful atmosphere Isaac seemed to throw on himself. It seemed to come too perfectly but perhaps he had been pushing to hard. He’d lay off a bit...but he was still determined to get the answers he wanted. “You’re in his orchestra. You’re used to working hard for him already. Don’t make excuses for yourself Isaac, it’s not like a concertmaster. He wouldn’t give you this position just for laughs.” He spoke, quite serious in his message but still keeping his tone fairly light. “A little is enough,” Joshua spoke, nodding at the confession. He would keep this information away from Rei...that didn’t mean he wouldn’t share it but he would definitely keep it from Rei. It would make things much more interesting that way. “He did tell me about his concertmaster.” It was a sudden point that might surprise the violinist, as he lightly tapped the strings of his violin. “A dark haired, stubborn, sharp tongued male who played until his fingers were bloody and had won respect over so quickly that he gave a standing ovation. Isaac, who played so beautifully that Rei picked up his violin, if just for a few minutes and played. You’re no mere brat.” Perhaps that was spilling a bit too much information but he hated to see spirits crushed before they even tried. “If you’re serious about him, go for it. If you want something casual though, I wouldn’t suggest it.” |
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| lucier | Oct 10 2009, 11:02 PM Post #92 |
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At this moment, Isaac was eternally thankful for Bradley, who he'd dated while he was in London, Bradley, who went to the London Drama School, taught him a few points, of course, he wasn't using what he learned with the best of intentions, but Isaac was pretty sure that Bradley would be proud of him either way. If he was...serious. Well, at the most, he'd have to be serious for a month. But-- Pearce talked about him? To...Joshua Bell? This time, Isaac couldn't exactly keep the surprise from his face, and a little bit of hope. It was probably the most honest he'd been all night, but he could safely assume that Joshua Bell would interpret it in all the wrong ways. "Oh...he did...?" If anything, he'd inspired Pearce to at least pick up his violin. How much had that taken? But Isaac didn't allow himself to feel giddy, his work was far from done. "Not a mere brat, but still a brat nonetheless, unless the magazines are right about you being a helpless optimist." Isaac would take the chance then, "Can I play the Bruch?" He had no idea if it'd work for him or not, but hopefully his fingers hadn't forgotten the way they binged...maybe they'd see fit to grace him with another miracle. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Oct 10 2009, 11:52 PM Post #93 |
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“Off course. He’s told most of his musician friends about you. Told us to watch out if you continue practicing the way you have been,” Joshua lulled out slowly, wondering just what was going through the males mind. He chuckled slightly at the way he was described, not quite deciding if he should deny or accept the phrase. “I’ve been right before about Rei and I’m sure I’ll be again.” This was more of a soft spoken man than Joshua had been expecting. Rei had made him sound like the devil, talented in sound but rotten in personality. He knew that the conductor carried Advil at all times and tended to take one after dealing with the violinist...but surely that couldn’t be the case. Rei must be exaggerating...or Isaac was a grand actor and merely had a strange way of courting. “Hmm...perhaps. But if you let yourself fall in love with him and bring him to love you…perhaps he’d finally leave that conducting stand and go back to where he belongs,” he mumbled out, more to himself as he let his thoughts float around. Perhaps that would install some ‘serious’ thinking into the male. “Today? I don’t see why not...how are your fingers?” |
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| lucier | Oct 11 2009, 12:10 AM Post #94 |
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Pearce told his musician friends about him. So in a way, even though Pearce would never say it to his face, he respected Isaac? That made his gut feel warm, although thankfully the blush didn't reach his face. Oh, and Joshua Bell was giving him relationship advice, that was just slightly screwing with his head. Or maybe Isaac was just slightly sociopathic. He normally would have been very honored that Pearce carried around Advil because of him. But now, he had to tell himself to think differently. At the thought of falling in love with uptight Pearce, Isaac had to forcibly remind himself not to gag. He was mostly successful, and his face was turned away, and when he turned back, it gave away nothing. "This isn't really about me falling for him at all, is it?" He finally asked with a quirk of his brow. Joshua's ultimate goal was to get him playing again. "The way you all talk about him, I'm starting to think that he's Paginnini reborn or something..." Isaac shook himself and stood up. Break time was almost over, but maybe Pearce would be too distracted this time around. His fingers...Isaac stared down at his fingers, "Oh, they're fine, my fingers tend to die around eleven hours a day, I've scaled back to six or seven. And...would you do me the honors of sitting up there? I don't feel like putting poor Walton through that anymore..." Matthias had returned, and he raised a brow at Isaac. What was he up to now? "You moving back up?" "I'm playing the Bruch, Joshua is sitting there." Although he didn't know how Pearce would react to that, after all, he'd probably brought him to play the Bruch in the first place. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Oct 11 2009, 12:21 AM Post #95 |
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There was too much of a pause and stilled reaction that let Joshua know that something wasn’t quite right. The modest good boy was gone...there was a character hidden under the conversation he just had. “True,” Joshua spoke, eyeing Rei who hung up his phone. “It hasn’t even been determined if you’re good enough for Rei...no offense.” It was a blunt sudden statement that had him humming a reply to everything else, nodding lightly as he was offered a place in the front. He took his things and moved to stand beside Rei, tapping the back of the males neck that brought about a rather small gasp. His hand reached forward to grab the fingers but stopped as he realized just who it was. “...Joshua. What have you been doing this whole time?” “Why, having a conversation with your lovely concertmaster.” “...That worries me more than you can imagine. I don’t want to hear it. In fact, don’t even make me think of that migraine...David won’t open the damn letter.” “Off course not, it’s probably not written for him but from…?” The question was left open ended. “Julia.” “You still thinking about her? Only her?” “...You damn well know she’s the reason I don’t play,” he whispered quietly, shaking his head to get the thought out. “Get ready for the Bruch.” “Isaac’s playing it,” Joshua chirped out rather perkily, gaining quite the attention as he moved to his new seat. “…Who?” Rei's voice rung out, a deadly silence strangely enough going across the crowd until he realized it. "Oh. You mean Langley." |
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| lucier | Oct 11 2009, 12:36 AM Post #96 |
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Which...well. It didn't hurt Isaac's ego, but it didn't make him particularly eager to think of the repercussions that his six thousand dollars were going to bring him. He was just not going to think about that right now, he did fetch a stand for himself and set it beside the conductor's stand and warmed up. Keeping an eye on Pearce and Joshua's little exchange. Maybe the back of his neck was a sensitive spot for him. Isaac kept that in mind to exploit later. He was about to answer, when Pearce came to the conclusion that Isaac and Langley were indeed the same person. He would have smirked, except he remembered that he was supposed to be playing the good boy for the benefit of Joshua Bell. "In all fairness, Pearce forgets the fact that I have two names like everyone else sometimes. He's got too much to remember." His faint smile had an edge to it, but it was only there if you knew what to look for, Joshua did not, Pearce did. So did Matthias, who was getting a very bad feeling about all this, as Joshua Bell took the seat beside him. Isaac went back to his conservatory schedule again, but this was risky to do right here. Especially when it was obvious that Pearce wasn't in the best of moods. But maybe that was why. The biggest gambles yielded the biggest returns. It wouldn't be the first time that Isaac went for something so insane. "He's so going to fuck this up..." Isaac's loss, not his, but Matthias still considered himself to be a relatively nice person. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Oct 11 2009, 07:12 PM Post #97 |
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There it was, that seemingly innocent smile that had the attitude hidden behind that only familiar eyes could see. It was making Rei’s brow twitch all over again. The concertmaster certainly had a talent of annoying him. Perhaps it was wiser to let Joshua take care of the solo, since it was at least something he could guarantee would go over well. The mans presence though wasn’t making him as relaxed as he thought. Quite the opposite, the familiar sound made his blood boil, wanting to rise to the challenge, stand tall and play his soul out. It was a conflicting emotion that had been appearing more frequently in recent days and it was bothering him. Nick was most likely getting a kick out of it and would use it to get him back. So, biting his tongue and continuing to shift through his papers, he kept his thoughts to himself which lightly settled back into the letter. Joshua on the other hand, was quite surprised at the former concertmasters comment. “...That wouldn’t be wise,” he stated, replying to something that wasn’t meant to be responded too. He didn’t bother explaining why. Nobody seemed to quite know the end of the story yet and he wouldn’t spoil it. |
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| lucier | Oct 11 2009, 07:30 PM Post #98 |
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Hell yes, it wouldn't be wise...but since when was Isaac smart about this sort of thing. Matthias spared the older violinist a glance and shook his head. Joshua Bell should have his own reasons though, letting Isaac play the Bruch...no doubt Isaac had asked him, but Bell didn't have to go along with Isaac and agree with him... "You don't need to tell me..." Unless he had a good reason for doing so? Was Isaac really so terrifyingly convincing? Matthias could see through Isaac like a piece of glass, and so could Pearce, to a point, but both of them... He was going to give Isaac a good talking to, later. The other looked entirely too calm, too confident up there, as if he had no other option than to be the next Shaham and do well. Blow everyone out of the water. He could understand why to a point, he needed to cement Pearce's respect for him before he could move any further in his quest to... Isaac was really-- The oboist gave Isaac his own A and he tuned his strings, the strokes firm and sure. As if he really knew what he was doing. Hopefully the facade carried over to his playing too. After a moment, Isaac nodded over at the conductor, who seemed to be concentrated on ignoring his presence. "I'm good, Pearce. Ready when you are." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Oct 12 2009, 01:07 PM Post #99 |
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Was it a plea of some sort? Perhaps a mockery of his attempt to stay in the music world that demanded he leave it for good, attempt to make a living and find his joy elsewhere? He’d die. He knew that if the letter revealed such harsh terms, he surely wouldn’t last. He had nothing else to offer. Rei wasn’t good with words, not that many could tell. The oral, scolding tone was one thing. The beauty of the written tongue though…he lacked that skill, the skill that helped Nick overcome his own plight and move forward in the world. It would be a hidden intent for self-destruction and would lead to an early death. It sounded like a sheer exaggeration but Rei was convinced, that this letter could hold no news other than bad, though it wasn’t likely. Julia had always been too kind of a soul to ever do that. It was a horrible argument, going back and forth in his mind as Rei stared at the papers, not even moving a muscle as Isaac spoke. He hadn’t watched the man prepare or seen his confident gestures. Perhaps he’d be more on guard if he had. He finally clued in a few seconds after, though it didn’t show as he slowly raised his head, raising a brow as he eyed each player. Maybe so easily letting Isaac play the solo wasn’t quite a good idea. It was too late to second-guess and he had the luck of this being a rehearsal. In front of Joshua Bell. Great. He raised a hand silently, counting out the timing as eyes clued in on him, a silent finally coming across the group as Rei finally cued for the start of the piece. Now all he could do was cross his fingers and pray. |
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| lucier | Oct 12 2009, 01:42 PM Post #100 |
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But even if Pearce had been against him playing the solo? Joshua Bell's word was law on this subject, wasn't it? So Isaac would take the solo, pray that binging like the old days worked for him, and...well, if he couldn't get Pearce into bed and loosen up, it was big enough of an accomplishment that he got him to pick up the violin again. Something that even Joshua Bell couldn't do. And maybe, if he was lucky, one thing would lead to another. And besides, if Pearce really wanted to be oblivious about all this? As far as he knew, Isaac could be trying to impress Joshua Bell. Matthias put all those thoughts aside as the baton went up. Isaac looked so calm, so serene, as if he belonged there on the stage. Or maybe he really was getting a little too into this bet thing. Bloody fingers? Binging? Stealing (erm, forcibly convincing, rather) Joshua Bell to give up the Bruch Solo so that he could have it for...what reason? But the first notes came out from within the gentle vibrations of the strings: a low, mournful sound, so graceful and pathetic at the same time that Matthias had to look up and actually make sure that Isaac hadn't morphed into someone else while he was playing up there. Maybe Shaham, like he'd always wanted. The notes left him, so agile and controlled, as if it was...easy. Bruch was one of the easier concertos, Matthias knew, having played it himself when he was thirteen, but...this made it sound so easy that it was effortless. And then he glanced over at Joshua next to him. Did the violinist know something he didn't? Probably, or else he wouldn't have let Isaac have the solo just like that... |
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| Cup of Coffee | Oct 12 2009, 05:35 PM Post #101 |
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Joshua merely smiled as he heard the sound, nodding at the conductor in understanding. Well, that certainly explained a few things at least, especially the hurried explanation he got for why he was too appear. ”Let me get this straight. You want me to show up at your rehearsal to talk to this concertmaster of yours and find out what he’s up too?” “Exactly.” “…You can do that yourself Rei, I mean really, you know I’m busy…” “I can’t Joshua. I hate people. Can’t stand personalities…but I love talent. I love talent so much that it’ll do me in one day and ever since he became concertmaster, all I can see or hear is that bloody talent. I need another pair of ears and an opinion. Nick abandoned me on it.” That explained why Rei was getting so anxious recently. The conductor had a bad weakness for extraordinary music, especially the individuals that played. To a man who prided himself on not having favorites and being purely professional, to begin singling someone out…he had to be bloody talented. So much that his inner artist would cry out to play and hope that Isaac really wasn’t that good. But he was. The sound was moving, the usual furrowed brow relaxed, as Rei truly looked like he enjoyed his job and listening to the sound that was created. It was a sight Joshua hadn’t seen in a long time. This fingers the concertmaster had were truly good, almost too good for someone who seemed to be planning more than it looked like on the surface. He was beginning to understand Rei’s plight. Too bad he was beginning to fall under the spell of the Bruch also. Glancing at the man who seemed to look he smiled, wondering if the other thought he was hear to play. He was here to investigate, not play the solo. He just had nothing to reveal… …Except that those must have been some bloody fingers. Now all Rei had to do was find out why they had turned bloody so suddenly. |
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| lucier | Oct 12 2009, 06:11 PM Post #102 |
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Isaac was either a bloody genius, or he was a bloody genius of an idiot. That was what Matthias couldn't figure out at the moment, and it bugged him. Because he liked to think that he knew what was going on with Isaac, since there seemed to be so few people that did. Isaac Langley was one that never backed down from a challenge, even if the said challenge required bloody fingers and humiliation, and probably a lot of people were going to be pissed at him afterwards. At the end of the day, Matthias didn't get Isaac at all. And at the end of the day, Matthias had to gawk up at their conductor as Pearce seemed completely relaxed, immersing himself fully with the music. Not just any music. Isaac Langley's music. Of all people-- Maybe...maybe it was working. Good news for Isaac, interesting news for the rest of the orchestra, bad news for Pearce. Maybe Isaac should have taken up acting for his second career after all. Matthias couldn't believe his ears, and as the last few haunting chords of the piece died away, he doubted anyone else could, either. But Isaac...Isaac just stood up there, with a little smirk of a smile on his face, as if he really knew things, knew what his music had done. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Oct 12 2009, 06:22 PM Post #103 |
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Rei had lost himself in the music. Rather than just stand there and listen though, when he got lost, he merely did better at this job, making Joshua wonder if perhaps this wasn’t the worst combination. So as the piece ended, echoing into the hall, he watched with eager eyes at the conductor who took a slow deep breath before putting his baton down and looked right at the older violinist. There a silent staring match began for a few moments before Joshua stood up, applauded and laughed. “Not bad boy. Not bad at all,” he spoke, shaking his head before winking at Rei. “Bloody fingers indeed.” “Lovely,” Rei replied rather curtly at the male, rolling his eyes before beginning to point out various mistakes the accompaniment had made during their gawking. He said nothing on Isaac, not criticizing the famous violinist for his applause and pretending the whole thing never happened. It was one of the best compliments he’d ever given. And it was beginning to tick him off. Isaac had played better. He was improving; at such a surprising rate that Rei didn’t quite know what to do. So he didn’t do anything quite yet, trying all the more to get that beautiful sound and knowing smirk out of his head. “Now…once more from the top.” And he wouldn’t say a word to Isaac until he bloody figured out how to get it out of his head. Joshua on the other hand, seemed thoroughly amused as Isaac had managed to somehow do the impossible. He played so well that the conductors mind was back on him rather than Julia, and that was a whole different achievement all together. Perhaps Rei would be needing that drink after all. |
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| lucier | Oct 12 2009, 06:34 PM Post #104 |
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When Joshua Bell stood up and applauded him, laughing, Isaac remembered the facade he was supposed to wear and dipped his head with a small grin, "Well...I try." Matthias was staring at him, hard, as if his gaze would finally find whatever it was that Isaac was hiding. He wasn't hiding anything, really. Or...not much of anything, anyway. And in this case, the 'try' could be interpreted on all sorts of levels. But of course he wasn't expecting Pearce to say anything--it was the fact that he said nothing, maybe? Not to order Isaac back to his seat and replace him with Joshua Bell. Maybe it was better than anything that he could have expected. Could have hoped for. Pearce...couldn't find anything to pick on. And Isaac knew enough about relationships and how they progressed to exploit them. He'd let Pearce come to him, perhaps in awe of his talent, perhaps pissed off that he hadn't tried before. Either way, it'd make no difference to Isaac. An accomplishment was an accomplishment, the road by which you got there didn't have to be a clean one. Matthias didn't give him an impossible task. Isaac was determined to prove that all the same. When Pearce put up his arms again, Isaac raised his violin. Just watch and learn. He allowed himself an ever private smirk as he put his bow to the string again. It didn't matter how many times, soon, Pearce would know. Isaac was not a stranger to bloody fingers, actually, nor was he a stranger to using underhanded tactics. Pearce would know that too, soon ehough. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Oct 12 2009, 11:29 PM Post #105 |
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It wasn’t a fluke. Both the audition for concertmaster and the solo weren’t flukes, which could only mean one very sad truth for the conductor. Isaac Langley had talent and Rei Pearce really was enjoying the sound of his music. In fact, he enjoyed the sound to such an extent that it was a bit worrying for him. Instead of nodding, accepting the beauty and moving on, he wanted to hit ‘replay’ and let the track take over until he just couldn’t stand it. It was a fairly worrying though but he blamed his love for music, especially the violin. Rei also had the distinct feeling that it was Isaac. The loud mouthed, spoiled, lazy brat with a bad attitude who was always lazy and late, suddenly taking a turn and truly fine tuning his talent. All in less then one week. Rei had every right to be worried. Rehearsal ended hours later, with Rei more frustrated than before as he went over his notes. He’d just be looking over the revisions done for him anyway, he might as well do them himself. He wouldn’t give Isaac room to impress him on this either. “It’s a national holiday tomorrow and by contract I’m obligated to let you have a day off. However, I expect you all to practice, fix up D and E and come to rehearsal on Friday,” he finished before sighing, noting how the majority immediately packed up their instruments in a happy excitement to get their vacation started as soon as possible, no matter how short the holiday may be. “Dismissed.” With that the chairs moved, as a race to the door began. Only Joshua’s pleasant laughter seemed to slow down the foot steps, as the violinist moved to the conductor. “Well?” “...He’s got the bloody fingers,” Joshua spoke, nodding as he remembered the sound. “And he’s possibly up to something.” He whispered the last part, before breaking away and smiling again. "But he's talented all right. I can see why you're worried." |
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