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

The intensity of the Overture was intoxicating, Cecilia's body swaying and tilting with it, along with Vivian herself. She knew this feeling, all too well. Remembered it, all too well. It should've brought memories that'd hurt, and it they would certainly hurt later. But right now, in this moment of pure bliss, Cecilia experienced only absolute joy. An old joy, she'd long since forgotten. The kind you only felt, when your heart was beating in sync with another's. Two people, enjoying something at the same level of happiness, that could only be described as breathtaking. She felt it again. In sync with Vivian's emotions. All the woman's passion and raw sensation, spilled into a world of music. The kind of music you could only hear, from someone who truly felt alive with it. Someone who lived in the music, and didn't just live off of it. Vivian may have left for fame and success, unbeknownst to Cecilia, her glow had only intensified. While Cecilia had never needed any more then Vivian's Cello to feel her passion, the Orchestra definitely only added to the experience. Subconsciously, Cecilia had placed a hand over her chest, her breath coming hard at this point. Like a long time smoker, having a hard time breathing. That knot in her throat, however, wasn't of the unhealthy kind. It was love. But not purely the kind of love, you experienced between partners, or family. But also a love for a craft, so beautifully sculpted, it could topple all obstacles. It felt like being young again. Problem free, in a world of chaos, and the desperate grind to stay alive. No worries about making enough money, to stay alive after the bills where paid. No worries about running into the wrong people, in a dark alley. No worries about not living up to others expectations. No worries. Only wonderful music. Cecilia had forgotten this kind of emotion. Had forgotten what this kind of joy felt like. Music had always, and was still, her greatest passion, but she had no aspirations of grandure. She could never be as good as Vivian. Cecilia hadn't lost her pride in her work, but her confidence was null, and void. Her music, was for herself. Vivian's music deserved to be heard, while no one truly deserved it personally. Especially not Cecilia. Perhaps that is what pulled them apart? The fact, that Vivian's music needed to get out, while Cecilia's would always just be played in her own home, as well as the 'Last Stop' Tavern. Cecilia liked to believe that. Then, at least, she knew what the reason was. As the music build to a close, and Cecilia's eyes finally opened, they where burning. Tears had welled up so heavily, that they where creating streams down her cheeks at this point. She inhaled a hoarse breath, as she watched Vivian's bow spin, before ending on her finger. The blonde woman practically jumped to her feet, hands clapping wildly, as a silent cheer escaped her lips. Her body was filled with so much joy that had to be vented, that she practically bounced in the spot. The rest of the crowd had raised to their feet as well, at this point, but there where no one else there. It was just Cecilia, and Vivian, because their eyes had locked. While Cecilia's eyes where met with dread, Vivian's certainly wasn't. Cecilia was smiling, a look of pride and adoration on her face. Cecilia's lips trembled, as she silently sniffled, still clapping a moment longer. But for just the few moments they looked at each other, Cecilia's expression changed drastically. The look of pride was still there, but the joy was waning out. Being replaced. Like it always did, pain, took it's place. Her emotions took a complete turn, from one edge of the spectrum, to the other, and she gave a cry as she turned around, starting to rush up the stairs in a brisk walk. This was going to be the last time she saw Vivian. Certainly. And that thought, hurt more then any abuse she was put through, a year back. Hurt more then breaking her leg, when she was hit by a car. More than losing her brother. What did she expect would happen? That the pleasant memories would just nullify everything? Make her forget about her loss, and finally move on. No. Not tonight. She called herself a fool, as her headset was brought over her ears again. Vivian had left the stage as well, in as much of a hurry as Cecilia left the seats. It was over. The final chapter in that book. Time to try and find a new one, a new pen, and get back on track. If any tracks still remained. Cecilia went straight home from there. Her emotions where unable to calm, her eyes red, cheeks stained with tears. Her mascara didn't run, always using the waterproof. She was used to crying, at this point. She was used to pain. But still, she cried. Even as her expression turned a void of life, staring emptily at the passing trees and houses, on the way out of the big city. On the way back home, to the same old dreary place. Where she scrapped by, barely enough to stay healthy and functioning. She would have to call in on Yvonne, and put on an act for the next few Saturdays, rather than just playing a few songs. She needed the money now, having just spent the majority of her food budget, on another torturous cut on her emotions. This emotional state was perfect for a performance like her's. That night, Cecilia fell asleep, dead drunk, lips stained red by the cheap red whine she'd engulfed herself in. Next day's early shift at the dry cleaners, was hell.