Thread: The Musician's Overture [GGentleman x Soft Strokes]

Her phone had paused the music it was playing, to chime a gentle, but insisting tone through her headset, on the way home on the bus. Not in an instant, would she have guessed who it was. She figured it was her friends. 'Where did you get to?'. 'We miss you, come on. This was supposed to be your night...' 'God damn it, Ceci.. You don't want to move on, do you? You enjoy being miserable? We give up.' Cecilia imagined what her friends would say. Torturing herself even further, as she imagined her friends full of malice. The exact opposite of who they really where. Her friends would be supportive of her, till the very end. Would never give up on her. They'd stopped trying too hard, instead just spending time with her, whenever they could, and the times she allowed it. They where good friends. She appreciated them, more then they could ever know. She certainly didn't make it apparent enough. Finding a woman like Cecilia, proved little to no challenge, if Vivian was truly adamant. She wouldn't find her around the theater, but she would know where to look. She knew Cecilia. She knew that she loved their home town, and if she had no reason, would never lead it. Another tink in the wheel of their love. Vivian needed to leave, Cecilia probably wouldn't. Next to the bus stop of their home town, was a small motel, which mostly had several vacant rooms for rent. In any case, it was a great place to start her search. There, would be a young, tired woman. Asked about Cecilia, Vivian received the information necessary. Oh, Ceci, yeah I know her. You missed her with a few hours, actually. She looked like hell.. Yeah, she lives down by the apartment complexes. Her name'll be on the main entrance door, you can ring her bell. Buut, I'm fairly sure you ain't catching her tonight. That look on her face.. Know that one. Probably drowned herself to sleep on that Red poison she get's on the cheap down at 'The Last Stop Tavern'. Poor girl. In any case, if you wanna catch her, you can always just show up at the Last tomorrow evening. She plays there every Saturday night. She has a great voice. Quite unique. If you haven't heard her play before, I can definitely recommend it. The girl was a happy sort, even with the bags under her eyes. Renting a room at the motel would be cheap, and if qualities hadn't changed since before Vivian left, she knew it was quite commendable. Should she try Cecilia's door, the young girl at the Motel desk had been correct. No answer. No life. Nothing. Cecilia was nothing, if not predictable. Trying the day after, wasn't much use either. Vivian's talent with music, was only outdone by Cecilia's ability to stay invisible. If she didn't want anyone to find her, no one would find her. And that day, she definitely didn't want anyone to find her. She want to work, tired, and with a roaring headache, wearing her simplest working attire. She hid away in the back of the laundry shop, only peaking out occassionally to clean tables, chairs and the floor. The rest of her day, was spent mending the headache with pills, and sorting papers for her boss. After work, she wen't straight home, and straight to bed. She got off early on Saturdays, already being off around noon. Her heavy coat, lose pants as well as beanie under her hood, hide her frame completely. She was a Ghost, in a town that never moved on. Just where a woman like her was supposed to be. At least in her opinion. On that Saturday evening, the Tavern was quite packed. Plenty of gentle, calm chatter. The Last Stop had never been a routy Tavern, and never would be, if the bar keep could help it. It was an elderly woman, still handling drinks and cocktails like in her spry youth. Her daughters helped her out on nights like these, and they where already busy handing out drinks to all the happy Tavern goers. Vivian would remember the elderly Barkeep to be Jenny Clarkson. She was a gentle old Lady, always nice to the children of the town. When Cecilia and Vivian had been young, Jenny had let them sneak in on Saturdays to listen to the acts on stage. It was more packed than usual, even with Saturday being the prime night. Several acts came up on Saturdays, but many came for Cecilia. And even more came, when they'd heard the news, which spread quickly in a small town like this. Cecilia was doing an act, rather than just a few songs as usual. These nights where special. So rare, and few apart, and it was a sight to behold every time. No one who knew Cecilia, was going to miss an act. Cecilia knew this. She sat alone in the back, slowly stroking her fingers over the strings of her old Guitar, staring blankly down on it. Acts where taxing. Took a lot out of her, which is why she did them so seldom. Music and acting along with it, was no longer just a passion to her. It -was- her. Her music had become part of her, so she where what she played. She'd been preparing this act for a long time, and she dreaded it. Terrified, in fact. A part of the act, had been a big fear of hers the last few years. And now, she was here. Preparing herself. Preparing, for the great 'act'. Letting out every inch of her emotions. Every inch of her heart would be spilled out tonight. And she was afraid. So very, very afraid.