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

Cecilia's green eyes looked around the crowd when the lights started dimming, her anxiety gnawing at her again, fingers tightening around her seat, on each side of her tightly clasped legs. Her feet stretched themselves up on her toes, her knees pulling a little closer to her torso. This had been a very comforting position to sit it, as a child. Even with the discomfort in her crotch, it helped her forget she even had a package, back when she was extremely self confident about it. These days, she used it to be reminded of comfort. Forgetting bad emotions, like the ones rushing through her now. There was too many people. Too many eyes, that could turn in her direction. Logically speaking, no one would be looking in her direction, though. The music in her headphones, weren't loud enough to distract anyone, and draw attention towards her, and everyone's attention was either on the, still empty stage, or the friends and family they'd come in with, to avoid the Christmas chaos in the busy streets. But still, her mind was racing. Wondering what people thought of her. How pathetic she might seem, sitting her curled up. Small. Goosebumps ran up both her arms, as a shiver struck down her spine, her nerves almost leading her to rush out. Wasting the money she'd decided to invest in this experience, and just running all the way home. The trek would take many hours, and she wouldn't be home before next morning, but it'd be worth it. Kicking everything off of her mind. But then the lights had dimmed down completely, and the announcer stepped on stage. She removed her headphones, turning off her phone completely, as she turned her attention completely on the stage. She nibbled at her lower lip as the announcer started, all of her nerves vanishing completely, when Vivian's name came up. A soft, inaudible sigh ran over her lips, as the announcer left the stage, and the room turned to darkness once again. The anticipation was throttling, excitement just growing, and growing, while waiting for those lights to come back up. Waiting for them, to show the star. The star of the show Vivian Kaiser. Cecilia's old muse. The one person, she ever loved unconditionally. The one who taught her how to love. The only person, who ever truly broke her heart, and left her in pieces of her former self. But even with those thoughts in mind, she was still not angry. Vivian was -here-. Where she belonged. Playing in front of an audience. Her passion. This was right, and Cecilia knew it. She could not fault her for that. At least not right now. This was Vivian's night. As the light came back on, showing Vivian there, on stage, Cecilia's lips grew a wide smile. There she was. As beautiful as she remembered her. Even more so. The dress and the light, gave her such and awe filled glow, making her beauty even more radiant. Water welled in her eyes again, as she watched Vivian prepare, her favorite tool in hand. Even her Cello looked glorious in this light, the two almost making a duet between just the two of them. As the music started, Cecilia sank hard, her throat knotting up with a mixture of joy and sorrow, the melancholic song ringing through the large room. A tear started slivering down her cheek, a silent whimper escaping her throat as she started waving from side to side with the rhythm. She only took her eyes off of Vivian occasionally, in order to close her eyes, and flow completely with the music. Vivian's Cello was as beautiful as Cecilia remembered. The care, the passion. Tears where welling up and falling down both Cecilia's cheeks at this point, her radiant eyes doing their best to stay clear, so she didn't have to take her eyes off of Vivian for longer than seconds. She'd missed this. Missed just listening to Vivian practice. And this, was just so much better. Her heart started aching, thinking about how many beautiful hours she could've enjoyed Vivian's music, while she practiced. She could've been there for her. She would have, wouldn't she? Even if it meant they'd had to move to the big city? She was sure she would've. Any chance to listen to this music every day, she'd taken it. Even with the mistakes bound to happen during practice, Cecilia would've reveled in it. She could've been there, picking up Vivian's bow when she dropped it. Offering her coffee, when exhaustion frustrated her. When the song ran to a close, Cecilia's cheeks where dressed in watery tears, as she joined in on the crowds roaring applause, jumping slightly in her seat as she watched Vivian, patiently waiting for the next song to commence. Cecilia was no longer leaning back, or making herself small. She was at the edge of her seat, with her hands on her knees, legs now more comfortably spread, compensating for her secrets. She didn't care about things like that right now. Her confidence was back, because there was Vivian.