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

Back when she asked to join the Musique de Iame, Vivian had been asked one simple question. It was a question shed tried to answer to the best she could, but shed been unable to, broken as she tried to answer it, and forced to rethink the entire way she thought about herself. Itd been the night shed played the most beautiful refrain for her violin shed known, and in turn been called tacky and unoriginal. The question itself had still stuck with her to this day, and even now, as she watched her former flame walk upon the stage, the question still remained in her mind Vivian, what do you know about music? You know its an expression of yourself, you know its a passion. But what exactly IS music? Never had that question become more relevant to her body than at the moment of seeing the girl shed known for so long walk upon stage in such uncharacteristic clothing. Vivian had always had a slightly more fashionable side to her, but shed always been there to help push getting Cecilia out into public and facing her anxiety together. The very sight of seeing her having regressed, so very far into the darkness, it hurt her more than anything she could think of. Her fingers trembled as she tried to piece together what she wanted to say, but nothing came to her mind. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Cecilia sit down, her eyes darting to the guitar on the stand and gulping as she recognized what it was. The way that she introduced herself it hurt her. It hurt Vivian inside to hear this. She knew that shed hurt her friend, her lover, but this no, this was beyond the worst case scenario. Shed, shed done so much to hurt her. This was in contrast to her own performance, where her presence had dominated the stage completely, left no doubt in anyones mind who she was, and without a word had taken the audience by the throat. The words, the body language it all made Vivians throat catch again as not only did Cecilia surrender control of the stage, but she had already taken herself down a peg in the mind of the audience. But, when the music began, suddenly that lump in her throat was gone, and replaced was Vivians entire being turning cold. She remembered that first song, shed remembered even transcribing it onto her violin just so she could play it for Cecilia. But her performance of it, it was all wrong. It was wrong, in all the right ways. Her tone itself, it wasnt what the song wanted to convey. This was a woman full of bitter dismay, depression and regret, and to her, the song itself was warped. Yes, her face was calm, her fingers were vast, but a song that was supposed to be full of love and looking back with years of memories was was warped into this. Vivians fingers began to curl up around the lip of the table as the first song came to a close, only for a sole piano key to stop the flow of music. Vivian was already on edge for this part, and as it slowly came to fruiton, it didnt help her mood in the slightest. The cocktail was shakily downed in hand as she felt the rush of emotion inside of her, and in that moment the act only continued. Searching, that was what Vivian felt. It was a serach, one that was powerful, driving forward, chaotic in its means to an end but finding a way no matter what. Vivians heartstrings were tugged, but she couldnt quite place what she wanted. In her mind, she invisoined it the nights in the cold and snow, trudging along with her sole friend in the cold and cruel city, her strings and bow. Walking through the streets with her head down low. Letting the rain get colder and turn to snow while whispering to herself she was on her own path. The search, for who she was. And yet while her mind started to reflect with an indifferent expression, her heartstrings throbbed, throbbed in pain of what exactly was there, and she couldnt place why. But Cecelias body was what made Vivian start to feel a tear well up inside of her eyes. This time, she knew why she was crying, and that didnt help. The pain around the outside of her eyelids only built as she felt the chaotic nature of the tune building, but this time, it wasnt form outside of her, but inside. Vivian was a master at using her music to get into people, but this music, it worked from the inside out. Her fingers dug harder into the table as she downed a shaky glass of water, only to find that her throat was now throbbing and sore. She was pouring tears, tears she didnt know she was pouring. Those tears, however, brought Vivian no solace. Without even realizing it, her entire mind had been turned into an emotional mess at the hands of the music, and now she was being told that the woman was not going to fall. And yet, once more she found that her mind envisioned her upon the stage, the shouts and cheers of those around her reacting to her scores, whilst her heartstrings were snapped and left a bitter sharp pain in their places. The two women, feeling different emotions. One, beaten and finally curling into their shell to say they wont let others hurt them, the other standing proud and declaring it with the boisterous roar of a thunderous applause. And yet both were still crying, and Vivian quickly dried her tears before the last portion of the song began. The music shifted again, and Vivians entire body was thrown off. This time, her emotions werent linear, they werent singular. They were mixed, jumbled up, tangled together and all thrown about inside of her. The sight of blood suddenly dancing around the keyboards, Vivian clutched at her chest. No, it wasnt, real blood, was it? It was just the veil and yet it felt, too real for her. The music had penetrated her, and now she was having her emotions tangled up around it. And as it continued to move inside of her, it only brought more pain, more anguish. The others were bouncing. Not Vivian. She was doubled over as though shed been shot, and to those around her, the expression she gave may have seemed that way. She was panting, but she couldnt get air. She couldnt get what she needed, she was depraved, the music, it was cutting her, cutting her badly. The music, it hurt her, it hurt her badly.