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A week earlier, the one known as Demy was utterly -thrilled- to learn he'd be playing with an orchestra. Nevermind the fact he had hardly heard of such a thing let alone had an extensive knowledge of what one was, but if they'd be playing with him they had to be awesome, right?

BESIDES! He had been promised LASERS! Lasers in a show always made everything better.

Now, a week since the deal had been made, Demy sat in what had once been his dressing room. He should be getting ready to meet the orchestra leader, but just that morning his band had a rather bad arguement...

One bad enough to actually break up the band. Ouch.

Alone and miserable, Demy hardly raised his head off the table he had it resting on. Greeeat...the leader was here, and now everyone would have a great laugh at how he couldn't hold his own band together.

"Heh...wouldn't call myself the leader of a band anymore...come in if you want..."

"That's a pretty name...mine's Demy Stardust..."

The Audio hardly kept his head up, and he certainly didn't bother to look back at the one who had entered. Why bother? He was nothing but a disgrace now anyway.

"Look...I was really looking forward to this, but like..my bandmates...had a disagreement earlier, and they all like...left and stuff. So as much as I'd love to totally rock out with you, I can't solo it, ya know?"

Finally, pitiful green eyes turned to eye the orchestra leader.

"Sorry..."

"I dunno, it was just some lame fight and then they were gone...."

He needed his bandmates. Demy could certainly play, and he wrote the music for the band too, but he NEEDED the help of the others. One Oreo just wasn't enough to cut it for a performance.

The mention of playing for the other seemed to perk Demy up...well....at least a bit.

"I.....well I guess I can play something for ya! It won't be as good without the rest of my 'mates here, but I'll give it a shot."

Scurrying to his feet, Demy went over to his guitar and gently picked the translucent instrument up. It was obvious in the way he handled it that the musician greatly loved his guitar and treated it with as much care as possible. Giving a half hearted grin to Sai, the rocker Audio started to play

Now, to one not familiar with rock and roll, the sound wouldn't be....too unpleasant. Demy was in no way a hardcore death metal star or something like that. Also, with just him playing and the lack of the rest of his band, it'd be a lot easier to adjust to the differences between his type of music, and Sai's.

So, on he played, and as he continued to play Demy got more and more into the music. Sai's assumption had been right, playing the tune was at least cheering him up. It wasn't too long before he was finished, and once he was Demy put the guitar back into it's holder and shot a hopeful grin to Sai.

"Didja like it?"

"I....er........no"

Demy hung his head a bit. Was he a bad musician for not knowing these things?

"I like...don't think so? Should I?"

The second bit was added in more quietly...timidly even. Fidgeting just a bit, Demy skittered over to the couch and cleared it off further for the female.

"Sorry it's like...such a mess in here. Just haven't had the heart to clean, heh..."

Or, you know, why bother? He was a rockstar, no need to clean! Though under normal circumstances he would have cleaned up at least a BIT for company. He wasn't a totally rude guy.

"I think I'd rather solo for a while then find new 'mates....I'd miss the old ones too much, ya know? They'll like...come around eventually. I hope...."

Demy had visibly cringed at the mention of his talent perhaps being wasted. But hey....that was just a matter of opinion. He could live with that.

"What kind of music do you play? I'm sure I haven't heard of any of those things you mentioned, so now I wanna know what it is you do! Share? Pleaseeeeeeee?"

His begging was rather childish, and almost....cute.

Demy had a good internal laugh about the word pianist, but for the moment he made sure not to let any such amusement show.

"That sounds.....different. But interesting!"

Yes, despite the type of music he was into, the guitarist was a lover of music and would give anything a chance. It might not be the type he was capable of playing, but that didn't mean he hated it either.

"You have...a hundred people playing at once? That's....just...whoa..."

The youth took the sheet music, looking it over as his mind struggled to comprehend that many instruments playing at once. Now, Demy could read, and hell even -write- sheet music. It wasn't the kind that Sai wrote, but still he could do it. So, for the next few minutes the guitarist looked over the work, and actually even looked pretty interested in it.

"That's an interesting bit of work....I'd love to hear it actually played some time. I can kinda picture what it sounds like in my mind, but it's hard imagining all those different instruments..."

"You...haven't?"

While it'd be a perfect time to be mocking, Demy looked rather....sad....for the female.

"I'm sorry to hear that, your work sounds interesting, and deserves it's time in the spotlight too."

As she went about gathering her things, the youth fidgeted a bit. Now, he could just let her go and go back to sulking over the loss of his band or....

"Look....I don't want you to have totally wasted a trip over here. Why not go to lunch with me or something? I'll pay! I promise!""

The guitarist gave her a hopeful grin, waiting a reply.