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

N-No, zat vas not her, zat vas not her Panting, Vivian clutched her bow tightly as she bent over the small mirrored makeup table in her small room, her makeup having begun to wash away as her tears permeated her face. The girl gripped her bow so hard she was forced to drop it in fear of breaking it, and in turn the girls fingers dug into her palm instead. Vivian let out a small wail as she felt her emotions welling up once more inside of her, burning so hard that the tears, now darkened with makeup, began to drip down onto the table, making her all the more upset and even more nervous as to what she was doing. Vere is no way zat vas her. She wouldnt come all the way out here just for me she wouldnt do that Vivian grunted hard as she felt a pang inside of her, setting her reeling as she felt her mind reset to square one once more. Her gaze faltered as she sensed her emotions welling up again, and she collapsed down into her chair as she stared at her ruined self in the small mirror, dim lights dancing across her face. Shivering once more, a flood of memories that Vivian had let her mind repress all fought for the light. Memories of the two girls dancing together to their own music on recording, of their instruments making wonderful harmony together as they played not for music, but for fun. And most certaintly, the feeling of a lover both in her arms and inside of her, the two sweaty and stained from their passionate nights, but finding their fingers shakily strumming strings the next morning to the tune of their warm embrace. CCecilia she found me Grunting, the girl looked around side to side, trying to think of how she could approach this. Cecials face it hadnt been her appearance, but the way that her expression fell as the two stared at each other. How a girl, who had so vehemently tried to make herself better no, no she couldnt even think that. The way her eyes had filled with tears but her clapping, itd been so so genuine, not without a single hint of malice that that face, staring at her while she strummed and played her way back to a point of pure emotion, and then seen it all crushed in a single instant. The woman took a long moment to think, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind was swirling with the ideas of what she needed to do in order to fix this. But, was it even, her problem to fix? Yes, shed created it but, she couldnt fix this, could she? She wasnt even sure what she could do to even begin to move forward with this. Her hands trembled as they found a small flyer of her performance.. .and a copy of Overture. They trembled in her hands, the paper starting to crinkle and soften as tears poured against them. Suddenly, the pages were torn, and they were flying around the room. Vivian screamed out as she tore them up, throwing them into the air, and her anger growing when they simply floated down a few inches away. She stood up and grabbed them, tearing them again, and her face was wild with rage. She continued to tear and rip until her body finally couldnt take anymore, and she fell to her knees in despair. This feeling, rage, she hadnt felt it in, so long. Seeing Cecelia had brought it forward again. That rage, it was festering insdie her, but, who was it supposed to be towards? Cecelia? Her carrer? She didnt know, she didnt know if she could know. Herself, that was too vague. She couldnt place it, but she knew that she couldnt just let it stay. Still shaking, Vivian looked around the room. At her accomplishments. At what shed done. She had to talk to someone, had to see this. She needed to know what was going on here. She had to talk to someone, someone She wanted to talk to Cecilia. Her hands gripped tight again as she slowly stood up, grabbing her phone and dialing up Cecelias number. Itd always been there, blocked like the rest. Hundreds of voicemails all jumbled up and deleted in a fit of despair too great to listen to. And slowly she listened to the phones ringing, praying she would pick up. She didnt. Shaking, Cecelia slowly opened her lips to speak, but no noise came out. The voicemail tone started, and nothing still came. The German woman shook rapidly before finally growling and leaning forward, her muscles tensed too tightly, her mind wound too hard. She hit the end call button, a thirteen minute silence left on her phone. She had to go and talk to her. Shivering, Vivian picked up her jacket and cello, sliding them on and putting the cello in a case she carried on her back. The massive instrument effortlessly moved up her back muscles as she slowly shivered, taking a step out. She needed to find Cecelia Sorry I took so long!