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 Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 7:30 pm
It wasn't often that he used this Violin, real wood not plastic and electrical wiring... it was stained the same dark blue he preferred in so many things, but it seemed so fragile that he would never have dared keep it at school.
He'd sent out a text saying where he had intended to go... if anyone had read it it was their call...if they did anything with the information...well..
He squared his shoulders in the center of the empty open air 'auditorium', it was abandoned this time of year, there was enough ice on the stage he took a risk standing there, and the cold would put an end to this before too long but he wanted the sound of it. He'd faltered in his playing, and in doing so he'd faltered with himself.
His fingers plucked and tapped the string as the bow tapped and danced, drawing sweeping notes from the strings bringing an odd sound between joy and sadness. Melancholy seeping into the songs he parodied.
He closed his eyes and swayed slightly to each stroke, dipping and bending in intense concentration as the music carried him away to a moments peace and elation.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 7:54 pm
She always knew Zac was good at the Violin, or.....at least that is what she heard. Even though she knew him the longest than anyone else, minus his own mother... she had never heard him play. It was almost as if he liked the peace it gave him behind closed doors. If that was the case? Then who was she to break that.
Though today was different, today he sent a text to her. From the way it was worded it was probably sent to multiple people... but the idea he sent it to her as well made her happy, and curious.
She wanted to hear.
So... With the time and place noted she bundled up in her winter gear and entered the stadium. It was... beautiful. It was calm...serene... she couldnt explain it. Not wanting to break the trance that he set over the stadium, Beth slowly approached the front and sat in one of the seats.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 8:13 pm
He was still missing, still a runaway, and still not ready to go home. He was feeling better with each day though, and just that much closer to taking the BIG step of finally going home and facing all the problems there.
Just...not yet.
But now he at LEAST had his phone, and had also cleaned up considerably since the last time Zac had seen him. It was steps, however small, to getting himself back in the 'right' frame of mind.
Demy made his entrance silently, flitting through the shadows around the perimeter of the place before sliding in somewhere around the back. He lingered back there for a while, eyes closed as he let himself simply take in the music. To him, it was beautiful..and yet so sad sounding. Which encompassed a lot of his feelings towards the particular individual playing the music.
...God damnit he could almost feel his heart breaking again...
Shaking it off, the blonde reopened acid eyes and moved through the rows to take a seat closer to the front, and thus to Beth as well.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 9:41 pm
He paused a heartbeat before sinking into the next song, the beat shifting almost seamlessly into the next, it was like the violin had taken a breath. He was far more relaxed in this place, in this setting than he was in his classes, or when he played to the sheet music. Playing by ear was all well and good he knew, but he knew he HAD to learn the sheets as well... but this...
This was like taking flight.
The notes soared and dipped and breathed through the next song, his eyes flicked up for just a moment to take in the spectators that had crept in and his stance shifted slightly, a little more tense for a moment, the notes winding together for a moment like the key twisting in the back of an old toy before they spun free again in a crescendo and suddenly end... like a shot... but the song was done...and he stood for a moment breathing thin clouds into the cold air.
".... so... um.... " he said feeling the edge of self conscious, and he brushed it away. "....requests?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 7:12 pm
She hadn't noticed the approach of the blond until he was almost practically 10 feet away... something about the way he held himself made he flinch slightly. His eyes seemed...cold. Distant, not the same green they usually were. She waved and attempted a friendly smile, not sure if she was successful. She beckoned him closer... giving permission and asking him to sit near her at the same time. She nodded a inaudible hello, not wanting to break the peace the music gave even with her own words.
Eyes turning back to the stage, she noticed that he was standing still now...not too fluid in his movement. Though, their presence did not seem to upset him. "Uhm... Im not really knowledgeable on what you know to play.."
A pause, she didn't want to insult him.
"Something...cheery?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 7:28 pm
Demy took in her gaze and silent welcome, lingering out of reach and seemingly trying to decide whether to move closer or not. He hesitated, glancing to Zac as the music ended and he asked for requests. It was only then that he bit his lip and finally gave in to move closer and take the seat next to Beth.
It was both scary and...nice, to be in the company of friends once again.
"You really should play more...I never got to hear you practice a whole lot, and I really wish that I had. It's so nice, you know man? Just play whatever the instrument tells you to play..."
Apparently letting the instrument do the speaking was something Demy believed in, which probably explained why his own practice sessions never seemed to settle on just one song and ended up going through bits and pieces of...well, a lot of them.
"Play anything."
And then he fell silent once more, content to just soak in this moment of...peace.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 7:31 pm
"Hmm..." Zac mused and then closed his eyes, he started to raise the bow...lowered it again for a moment... then lifted it again and drew the bow tentatively over the strings in a first and questioning note.
At least... they liked it... that was something.
Note followed note...classical twisted in an intersection of matching notes into classic rock...classic rock flowed into something more 'pop' and then slid into a sadder slow song. Demy would probably be so proud...
Then the notes shifted into something unknown, a little eerie, a little dark... intense and strange and so very him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:51 pm
Beth couldnt help but feel the tense atmosphere that surrounded the stadium... Demy didnt seem himself... Zac didnt see himself.
Hell... was anyone themselves recently?
Beth fidgeted in her chair, both from the uncomfortable seating... and from the vibes in the air. Demy seemed cold, distant. Any other time she met him he seemed to be more vibrant. You got compare him to a glowstick usually, a newly cracked one. Now though... he seemed more like one that was cracked and dulling. Something was wrong with him, she intended to find out.
Zac on the other hand... he was also acting strange. Beth knew he always had a quiet, solum side. He was just that sort of person... cloaked and hiding part of himself. She usually could ignore it before, but that cold intense stare from the other day... This music too. While lovely, they always DID say musicians reflected music off their souls.
Was something going on that she didnt know...?
She stayed silent mostly... casting glances here and there. Not wanting to break the calm the song brought.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:09 pm
Demy was indeed quite proud. The blonde had his eyes shut as he listened to the music, still quite content to just hang out and relax for a while before paying attention to the world at large again. Life had not been kind, though the vast majority of his recent troubles had all been caused by his single decision to run away. Therefore all his fault, and really he couldn't complain.
Still sucked though.
When he did reopen acid eyes he caught a glance from Beth. Really, he had missed her greatly. Did she even have any idea what was going on with him? Did Zac, or anyone else, tell her? Maybe he should...but that would just make her worry more, wouldn't it? And how would he explain his reasoning for running away in this sort of company?
Better keep it to himself...
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:16 pm
The music came to a faltering stop, he stared down at both of them and shook his head. "... you both look like you came to a funeral." He informed them bluntly.
"Keep it up and I'm calling this short on account of 'no patience for such anxious faces' and heading to get some good italian food."
He stared between them again.
"... So... basically everyone missed each other and now we're going to stare at each other like tazered cattle?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:05 pm
She looked down into her hands, which were now clasped together in her lap. Face turning red at Zacs words.
"..Guilty." She had to admit, she DID miss them both.... they were two of the closest friends.. and family.. she had. Well in Zacs case he WAS her only family but... things were not the best for her recently.
Not that they kenw that...
"Uhm..." She said awkwardly. "You didnt have to stop Zac.. im sorry if i upset you with the silence, i really was just listening." Looking over towards Demy, she gave a nod, still blushing from embarassment, "Cant exactly talk very well if you are all the way over there!" Without screaming at least.
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