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

Music, to Vivian, was far more than simply an experience. It was a raw untapped well of emotion that flooded through ones body, and that experience that came from it was nothing compared to the sensation. The song shed composed was one that accented her instrument and accompanied it, and as the song began to slowly pick up, Vivian leaned her head backwards and let the rush of intense emotion flow through her as the choir began, and in that moment, something shifted in her. Moving her body now in tandem with her bow, Vivians entire form was light up in the warm glow of the stagelights, whilst her torsos twisting cast a multitude of dazzling and spectacular lighting across the room. Her bow drew long and slow strokes, pulling back quickly to finish off the note. Her eyes were shut tightly as she careened her head back and forth with the tune of her music. Many thought it was strange to be so involved with their music, but to Vivian, that was everything, everything that she could be, and everything that it should be. And when the music dipped down for her to begin her crescendo, Vivian let her muscles loosen and her body become fully entranced with the beat. Each motion she made was dripping with raw passion. Every single breath that escaped her lips was filled with a desire to do one thing live. Music exhilearted her to no end. And soon her strokes became short and quick, whilst her lips pursed together. Her breath began to skyrocket as she entered into her massive buildup to her apex, whilst her fingers moved higher on the strings of the Cello to raise the pitch. Soon enough the drums behind here were booming with her increased energy, the room itself filling with vibrations from the powerful beats. And the choir once again began to focus as the song became louder, more vibrant, beautiful as it continued to rush towards climax. The air itself became electrified as notes danced around Vivian, her thick hair dancing on her head while the lights suddenly turned blue, and then black at the last note. For a moment, it seemed her performance was over, but that was not the case. Vivian panted and took a large breath before she extended her bow out to her right, letting it hang in midair like some sort of sword posed to strike. The lights slowly began to build once more as the piano started up again, this time in a flatter note than usual but still filled with passion. And Vivian did nothing as she let the music behind her bring the audience back down from their emotional rushes, only for the lights to suddenly blaze back on as the bow spun in her hand, flying back to the strings. Now Vivian was playing in full force, her brow filling with sweat as she moved in perfect tandem with her instrument. No emotion was spared in her as she let her passion for her music spring free within her grasp, letting her body meld with her instrument. Suddenly the distinction between them became blurred as her bow moved faster, stronger, whilst her breasts pressed into the back of her instrument, her expression becoming tense as finally, gloriously, the music cresendoed again, leaving the room filled with their desires to become fullfiled by her Overture. And finally, it ended. Vivian let out a small sigh as she dragged the bow one last time, and spun the bow in her right hand before letting it drop down onto one finger. Something that those whod played with her for so long would know was her way to signaling the end of a performance. The audience ecrupted into cheers and a standing ovation, while Vivian herself remained silent for the longest moment. As the applause continued, Vivian slowly opened her eyes. Looking down across the crowd, the woman let out a small grin of delight before bowing lightly, letting her gaze filter across the room. And as it did so, finally her eyes moved to the front row, looking across it, skimming over all of the new and old faces Old faces? Moving her gaze back to Cecelia, Vivians gaze sharpened as her breath caught in her throat. While the audience clapped, a look of pure and utter dread filled her eyes, all whilst her gaze was focused on her former passion. Staring at her for a long moment, her breathing became intensive again, her chest actively heaving now before she quickly bowed again, before swifly picking up her instrument and scampering away offstage, clutching the wall behind her as she heard the orchestra go into their next number. But that alone wasnt enough to erase the image of Cecelia