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

In a sense, Vivian had already figured out this entire show was a single attack on their relationship. Not just to them, but to Vivian herself. To what shed done to them, and what shed ended up bringing upon this innocent and beautiful girl. Something that no one should endure, and yet had happened to the one girl who couldnt handle it. Her music, there was only one work to describe it broken. Utterly and completely broken. Filled with regret, with bitterness, with repressed anger that was trying to boil its way to the surface. All while Vivians own mind flashed to the memories shed made whilst she was away from this life. Vivians entire body seized up as she heard that gasp onstage from the woman who was pouring out her heart. The irony of the situation came upon her in full force, as one girl who had pushed the other out of her life was now being given the same reaction to one whod been crippled by said removal of the others life. Her fingers were white and raw from clutching the table, and just seeing those eyes gazing upon her made her entire heart drop. No, not drop, that was too easy. Her heart was shredded into pieces and blended together into a mirth, made to froth and writhe inside of her whilst the piercing jab of music still made her emotions mingle together in unnatural ways. And all this, in a single moment. Yet nothing thatd been said already hurt Vivian more, than those two lines. Those two lines took the arrow thatd been thrust into her and pierced her fully and then back through, spearing out her heart to show what it truly was. The slowing of the melody, the silence of the crowd, the sudden improvisation of the notes and those simple, short words. In that moment, all the posture and grace that Vivian had carried with her into the bar was gone. In her place was a girl, standing back in front of the bed, watching Cecilia sleep as she clutched violin in hand. She was shaking as she quickly grabbed a suitcase from the bend, planting that last kiss on her head before dashing out of the door. An idiot who not only broke the heart of that young girl, but destroyed her entire life. It was clear from Vivians eyes, that had hit her hard. The strong poise that she carried, was gone. There was nothing in those pupils, nothing there that could be formed. They were vacant, blank, a far cry from the woman whod given her all at her performance the other night. This woman, she was different, a husk who felt the full weight of the actions shed taken in life, and the full sensation of everything thatd happened because of those actions. The audience clapped. Vivian couldnt move her arms. She slowly looked up to watch the other girls embrace Cecilia, and even still she couldnt move her arms. Her own face was stained with tears, tears that she still couldnt place when or how they came about. But her entire form was a wreck, and anything that anyone could do to help her wasnt going to do anything in the slightest. Then, Cecilia started to walk towards her. Suddenly her eyes filled again, but now they were of a woman in fear. That anger, that burning anger in her orbs, the woman she knew would never be like that. Cecelia wasnt the type for this, she wasnt the one to have a life like this. But no, now she felt anger, she felt passion, and most importantly she felt determination pointed all towards her, and it terrified her. For a long moment, her breath stopped as she felt the sudden urge to bolt, to run, to go and hide long before someone could find her, to wait until morning and then go back home and cry As Cecilia arrived, however, nothing like what she thought happened, happened. Instead, she looked up only to hear a massive thud against the ground as the precious guitar hit it with force. Before she could say anything, suddenly she was pulled forward, and warmth spread across her body. Vivians hair came undone and provided refuge for the girl as the two sat there, one crying into the night, and the other looking unsure and confused as to who they were. II Trying to form words, Vivians throat was raspy and hoarse. The girl looked around the room, and eyes were trained on her. She couldnt make words, she couldnt even start to make sentences! She looked down at Cecilia and slowly, her hands came to wrap around her again, pulling her in tight and slowly sniffing before she started to cry herself, this time a soft cry that emanated through the warm air around her. I I cant I cant even Vivian shook rapidly, Vvat wasnt you v-vat cant be you.. She gasped, Vat music it vas all vrong so vrong I-I cant listen to it, its vrong its so, so vrong Her accent was thicker and stronger than the last time Cecilia heard it so long ago.