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

Taking a long moment to breathe in the small room backstage, Vivian Kaiser curled her fingers around her bow, holding her massive cello in front of her. The large instrument shimmered with a dark oak coloration, while the glistening strings danced their light about the room. The woman dragged the bow back and forth against the strings, while her other hand quickly moved up top to begin to drag her fingers back and forth against the strings to change the notes. Her body flowed along with the bows movements, and the warm notes produced by the room began to crescendo whilst she was preparing for her onstage performance. Getting to this point hadnt been easy. That was to say the least, and not to say anything of how strong and how long the girl had to fight in order to get to where she was today. Years of practicing, refining, tuning and disappointment had finally risen to her, and as her bow was dragged back against her body, a sigh escaped her lips. Vivians warm hair was pulled back against her scalp, rather than the natural flowing curl shed place on her hair. She slightly adjusted a small pink bowtie on her collar, a trademark of her appearance that anyone who knew who she was would instantly be able to point out from a crowd. The song tonight was a special one, and as her phone slowly buzzed with an alarm for her to get ready to go onstage, Vivian paused over her notes once more. The song had been inspired by her seeing an image of a young woman standing on top of a mountain, while lotus petals danced around her and swirled about, while the sun shone its last rays of sunset over the figure. The image had set off a chain reaction in her mind, and Vivian was debuting it tonight. It was a song she hadnt named yet, and so for now it was simply labeled by one word Overture. Smiling, Vivian stretched her limbs, letting her black dress flow around her shoulders. As her incredibly strong arms began to carry the massive instrument along with her, Vivians dress filled with small sequins and reflective fabric caught the light of the hallway. The dress would make a lovely debut when she arrived on stage, and to her, that was all that mattered. The stage light, catching her dress and shining its warm, giving the audience her visage as she appeared to serenade them with her music, and to show them what exactly it meant to be a musican. Itd been ten minutes since Cecilia had arrived in the theater, and at that moment the lights began to dim. A hush fell over the crowd, a few phones beeping with audio recording while an announcer walked upon the stage. The man was tall and was dressed to be very dapper and proper, whilst his back straightened up as he approached a microphone on the stand. As the audience whispered, the man tapped the microphone and gave the audience a warm smile. Thank you all for coming out tonight. Rather than have us sit on ceremony, instead tonight we shall go straight into the performances. Im certain with all the rush of the holiday spirit, this will sate your need for relaxation, yes? A weak chuckle went through the audience. The man quickly realized his joke hadnt worked and cleared his throat, Ahem! Tonight, we have a special performance from a new up and comer in the musical field. Please, give a warm welcome for Vivian Kaiser, and her performance of her newest original work, Overture. A small clapping went through the audience as the stage went completely dark. Rather than starting right away, nothing happened for a few moments. The strangeness of this quickly resonated through the crowd as hushed whispers of worry began to fill the air, and a few patrons began to wonder if this was a mistake. No lights came on, and for almost thirty seconds, nothing happened. Then, a sole note rang out. A long note that was drawn from a deep E note on the cello. Instantly, the audience hushed again as the curtains drew back partially, revealing a dark figure standing with their instrument. A moment later, a warm yellow light caught the figure, and Vivian was revealed in all her glory. The girls dress glistened with beautiful yellow light, reflecting across her and casting a dazzling set of patterns across the stage. She stood powerful and proud with her instrument, the control over the massive weighty device evident in her stance. Not one bit of the Cello moved when she pulled her bow across the string again, and her eyes were focused down upon the instrument, and a small musical stand in front of her. Another figure appeared behind her, the conductor, and the two nodded before Vivian began her song Overture-