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

Having to forge ones own career meant that one had to be incredibly precise and accurate in tracking down leads and information. Itd been by pure word of mouth Vivian had been granted access into the small group called Musique de l'me, or as it was known on the street Soul Music. The group had been her ticket into climbing into her positioning, and Vivians inclusion had caused the group to go from occasionally getting to play at a nice club, to frequently getting booked to new events. The group was now absorbed into the full orchestra, and Vivian had since lost the connection with them that she had prior. Yet having to track down her entire positioning and lead after lead on a new place to play had given her a sort of street smarts, and a knack for figuring out where someone would go when they were finished with a particular activity. Cecilia had looked incredibly upset, and that likely meant she would go to feel better. For a moment, memories of what that usually meant surfaced, but Vivian had to keep up the chase. So instead shed tried to imagine what a depressed and lonely girl would be doing in the city in the first place. Likely with friends, maybe cast off and abandoned for the night? She wasnt sure about that, but it seemed like a possible lead. From there, itd been a bit of hearsay and a few stories from around the building thatd gotten her to figuring out the woman, in tears, had boarded a bus. Cross checking the bus location, itd been a surefire assumption that Cecilia was headed back home No, she had to stay focused! Vivian forced the memories down once more. She was here to talk and apologize to Cecilia, and to explain her actions. Not to sit here and wallow over the past. Vivian forced herself to quickly analyze the area, and a small motel stood out to her. Would Cecelia get right on the bus and go home? If she was drinking, not likely. Perhaps she wouldve stayed the night there, and tried to get herself in a more comfortable situation before she decided to go home without whoever she came with. So thatd led her to questioning the woman, and soon the information was given to her without much issue. Danke. Her reply to the attendant had been short and sweet, just like she needed it to be. She had a location, and she had a time. Itd be a few days until the performance, but she had time to kill. The motel itself was a bit dirtier than she was used to now, but shed lived life in the city with nothing. If anything, it felt almost, more correct to be in this sort of environment. Clean, but not to the point of being absurd. Cozy, but not in the sense to stay in all day. Vivian had checked out a room and quickly made her way back up via bus to get some clothes for a week, as well as her trusty Cello. Vivian never left home without her cello. While shed grown up playing the violin, when shed been given the option to learn its more majestic cousin, shed hesitantly taken up the offer. And in turn, Vivians body had molded into the new instrument, and she found that the two of them had become one. The cello had been a gift from the Orchestra, and shed been allowed to keep it under the promise she would play for the group. Itd been a sort of, unofficial pledge shed joined the orchestra for good, and that had been six months ago. Now, she and her device had become one together, and after having it painted a custom shade of warm chestnut with silver for the S-holes, shed found the instrument she was meant to play. Yet... strings had always been something shed shared. The more she treid to think about what she was doing, the more memories arose, and the worse it got for her. She recalled hours and hours of simply playing instruments to see what new notes would work, what melodies could be formed, and more importantly what tunes would harmonize together whilst they shared a kiss between their stands. Itd been why shed taken up the violin in the first place, why shed started to push herself to learn Tears had begun to well up in Vivians eyes just thinking about it. The woman sniffed and shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts whilst she slowly leaned back onto her bed, shivering before she felt a long sense of complete need to rest. Searching had taken the entire day, and getting word by hearsay and guessing had been grueling on her feet and mind. But the memories themselves, wouldnt go away. So, softly, Vivian let out a small whimper as her eyes closed, her body drifting into an uneasy slumber. As Vivian entered into the warm tavern, a long sense of confusion washed over her. Shed never known Cecilia to play for crowds, or at least, not without her. Then again, itd been almost a year since shed left things could change very quickly, very fast. Once inside, however, the sense of atmosphere rushed against her as Vivian heard the warm conversations and loud laughs of men drinking too much. Whilst she walked about, a sense of feeling, out of place had washed over her. Since moving into the city, Vivian had been unable to shake being in formal attire. Even tonight, on a night that was meant to be casual, shed gone in warm black heels and a beautiful black crop top, showing off her beautiful bellybutton. The top was made of fine silk with silver highlights, complimenting a set of silver earrings and a beautiful silver braclet. Her skirt was flowing but was still upscale, with more silver highlights. Her heels clacked when she walked, and it was clear she was drawing attention to herself. Yet even as people stopped to look, Vivian wasnt about to say anything. She was here for one person and one person only, and that was her Cecilia. She had to confront her, had to talk to her about seeing her at her performance she needed to see her. Shed left her, yes but, she had to say something. She had to at least at least see her, hear her music this time. So, with her determination set, Vivian slowly forced herself to the front, annoying several patrons and finding a seta in the front row, third seat over. The girl sat down at a table, ordering a cocktail and a water whilst she waited waited for her. Waited for Cecilia.