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

The early winter wind was bitingly cold, on this cloudy Friday night. But even with the biting cold, and the slight hints that rain or snow would be falling soon, the streets definitely wasn't empty. People was out and about, on the hunt for Christmas gifts, general shopping and otherwise socializing. The chatter was busy, and the clatter of shoes even more so. In these busy streets, and the biting cold, it became all the more obvious to Cecilia , that she hadn't dressed properly for this trip. She wished she'd brought her large coat, with which she could've hid herself from both the cold, and the people around her. She didn't want to go in the first place. This wasn't her scene. Too many people. Too much chatter. She preferred the little town from which she came, where she could hide away in her apartment, when things became too much. Her anxiety was working up on her, trickling down her neck like an unwanted, cold water droplet. The social girl she'd once been, had been broken with a cascade of unfortunate events, and she'd curled into herself. A comfort zone of loneliness and self destructive thoughts. It wasn't healthy, she knew, but she was yet to find a way to cope. The loss of her muse. Death of her brother. The struggle to find a good job. Her abusive, now ex boyfriend, who'd been a desperate attempt at finding some comfort amidst all this, last year. Cards just seemed stacked against her. And now here she was, dressed in her favorite white leather shirt, which her arms had to hug tightly around to provide any sort of warmth, as she rushed in a hasty walking pace towards the nearest bus station. Her hands where covered in a pair of black leather gloves, now hidden bellow each of her arms, in the tight embrace she put them in. Her long legs where covered with a pair of simple, tight jeans, also doing very little to keep them warm. What a stupid idea to go, in the first place. What was she thinking? 'Let's go to the City, Cecilia! Let's go to a club. It'd do you good to get out there again'. Sure, they might've been right, but Cecilia couldn't agree less at this time. The club was too crowded, her friends too drunk, too quick. She'd rushed out of there, without a word. She'd done that before. She'd learned from the best. Thinking that thought, she could feel tears starting to prod once again, remembering her old muse, as she walked past a small coffee shop. Her eyes glanced halfly towards a few posters, trying to put her mind to other thoughts, when they noticed something.. Familiar. Something, she hadn't seen for all too long. She stopped her rushed pace, as her eyes went wide, looking to the ground by her side. She turned around quickly, taking a few steps back to look at the poster she'd noticed again, a barely audible whimper escaping her lips. It was -her-. Vivian. Her first lover. Her only -real- lover, where love had gone both ways, and hadn't just been an easy lay. Her radiant green eyes looked out past her long, currently somewhat curly golden blonde hair, staring at the poster for a long while. A concert? An Orchestra? Vivian had made it? A small smile crept up on her lips, a tear finally escaping her eyes, as she giggled a single time. She felt happy for her. Why? She wanted to stop, and remind herself that Vivian had left her. No word. No note. No text. No explanation, what so ever. She wanted to be mad again. Furious, as she'd been for so long. But she couldn't. She could only feel joy, to see that Vivian had made her passion come true. Taken her fate, in her own hands. Something Cecilia hadn't managed herself, or even really strode for. She could only respect that, even while her heart was breaking to pieces, all over again, remembering the good times she'd had with Vivian. When things weren't... What they where today. Cecilia looked thoughtful for a moment, before looking down to the dates of the show. She looked excited, getting her phone out of her pocket, swiping it up to check the date. It was today. And there was still a few ours before the show started. Her smile grew again, as she opened the phones GPS, quickly getting a route to the show, before rushing towards it, turning up the music she was listening to, in the large headset hugging her ears. She checked her bank account as well, knowing it wouldn't be too strong, but she'd have enough. She'd have to. Christmas wasn't too hard these years, not really celebrating it at all anymore, and she figured she could make do with some cheap, unhealthy dishes for a few weeks. She had to go. Absolutely had to. After calling the Theater the show would be held, checking if any tickets remained, she'd immediately reserved a seat for herself. She was lucky. She was getting a seat fairly close to the stage, as well as the walkway, knowing that she'd almost be late. This way, she could just scoop into her seat from the walkway, without disturbing anyone. Without being noticed. Reaching the Theater, and heading in to take her seat, she realized all too suddenly, how under dressed she was for a concert. Everyone was dressed in their finest, and she stuck out like a sore thumb among the lavish dress' and formal suits. Her anxiety was stabbing at her nerves once again, as she walked down the stairs towards her seat, surrounded by chatter, and fancy dress' and suits. Everyone was staring at the blonde woman, with the headset on her ears, and the tiny coffee stain on her jeans. The stain was so tiny and insignificant, that she hadn't noticed when putting them on, but had later in the bus towards the city, and no one would be able to notice it in this dim light. But still it came up in her mind. Reminding her, how much she should't be here. But, she had to. Absolutely had to. She had to see Vivian again. Had to hear her play, again. She'd always managed to make her happy. Sometimes sad but in a good way. That sweet melancholic romance they'd so often played, was a pleasant kind of sad. The last few years, Cecilia's melancholy had been asphyxiating and painful. She wanted to be reminded. Reminded of Vivian. Reminded of her muse. Reminded of a fluffy, happy youth. Finally getting her seat, she sat down, making herself as small as possible, for people to get past her, and so that her subconsciousness told her that no one would notice her. Some people did, but in truth, not many cared. It wasn't all too unheard of, for people to come to the theater, not dressed in their finest. But, Cecilia's self destructive thoughts told otherwise. Now, she just focused her green eyes on the stage, trying to drown in the music of her headset, until the show started, in which she promptly pulled it off her head, hiding it bellow her blonde hair, turning all her focus towards the stage, excitement and joy in her eyes, elegant fingers playing gently with the leather collar, and the small silvery adornment of a cat's paw on it. A memento, from the artist she came to hear.