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It was becoming more and more of a routine for the lanky man as he looked over the familiar but nervous faces of his students each one watching him carefully as he raised his hands. This was what, the concert thirteen for him not counting all the years he had spent playing in an orchestra and all the years he had spent with tutors and so forth learning music. The concert was nothing more than an occasional occurrence and like every other it would be over just as soon it had begun as the nerves and heat from the lights would eventually fade away. The worse part however was the socializing afterwards, heaven forbid if the conductor simply just waltzed out the door not giving the time or day to the audience that had watched the performance but it was more of the constant smiling the man had to put on his face as if he enjoyed everyone’s constant company. Nothing seemed to change, or at least so far nothing seemed to changed as he greeted the patrons of the arts after the show.

Most were lost in the sea of faces, everyone was the same it almost felt as if he was at one of the family large dinner parties where he had to continuously glue a cheerful smile on his face while people poked and prodded him through an endless rants of idle chatter. He didn’t notice the charming smile that made its way across the floor specifically for him before offering a hand, as if auto programmed Joachim took it finally looking at the rest of the body attached to it ready to give it the same greeting he had everyone else.

Oh hell… the words hissed through his head as he almost gave the impression of being startled, instead he glossed it quickly under a smile.

“You’re welcome. I don’t think I have seen you here before have I?”

Joachim did not shy away from his gaze, instead he returned it keeping a firm grip on his shake despite the delicate look of his fingers in someone else’s palm. Of course, this was all due to many years of training that his parents had impressed upon him growing up in hopes of making him a socialite only to find in their dismay that he had little interest in becoming one but instead pursued music. At least they had been able to keep some face considering he was sufficiently well known in the area and so far managed to keep himself entirely out of scandal.

“I will be looking forward to you attending more of my concerts, and I am afraid it is terribly rude of me but I do not know your name as where you do know mine.” At least now his smile, at the corners, was growing a little more genuine then it had at the beginning of the night.