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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2017 7:47 am
No matter what occurred, music was always there for him. The days flew by, burying the horrors of Halloween spectres with dreams of the ever nearing recital. It had been three years since the spotlight was on him, the hardened stage of the theatre called to him. The information gathering that he had been doing was now pushed to the side as he gathered his thoughts together to focus on what really mattered to him. Music was always there to express the way he felt to the world without speaking.
Alone again in his house, he surveyed the freshly cleaned shelves for unused composition sheets. As he searched, he came across the lonely case that held his instrument. It sat undisturbed where he had left it after the large fight he had been a part of a few years back. For the first time in three years, he would take out the viola and play in front of the masses. Holding his breath, Aloysious dusted the case off and opened it while kneeling in front of it. Inside laid his great grandfather's viola almost glimmering in the light from it's polish.
Delicately, he removed the bow from its resting place and slid resin over it before withdrawing the viola as well. At this point, he stood and began to tune the viola. It was almost second nature for him, given all the times that it had to be tuned over the course of his life. A slow hum came forth from the strings as the bow slid across them. All time seemed to stop for Aloysious as he began to play the song his Great Grandfather had composed when he was just a boy. The hole in his chest ached as the memory and loss of his namesake still hurt even after so many years. Nothing could bring him back or anyone Aloysious had lost in the past years.
The viola sang solemnly as he played one of his own compositions, this would be the one he would present to the audience. His attire took longer to decide on over everything else. After he spent hours staring at the closet, he decided on a formal suit styled outfit without wearing a three piece tuxedo. The next step would be a shower as he prepared for the coming show. It would be early in the morning the next day. Steam flooded the area outside the bathroom as he let the scalding hot water eat away at his aching muscles. The mess that was his insanely long hair hung heavily to the floor as he brushed it free of knots. With a bit of hesitation, he inspected the scars on his body. Some had faded over time while other remained as haunting reminded of what he had tried to do to himself after the event that had come from the execution of his great grandfather's will. The fresher wound on his leg was just now winning the fight against inflammation, perhaps soon the limping would disappear as well. A shiver went through him as he traced the scar on his arm from where it had been broken so soon after joining the negaverse. Enough was enough though, he turned the knobs to stop the flow of water and let the steam keep him warm for a bit before stepping out into the living area. It would take awhile for his hair to dry but he periodically brushed it to keep it straight in preparation to braid it back up again.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2017 9:00 am
Today was the day, the cold fall air brushed against Aloysious's face as he made his way to the theatre. The viola case he carried was finally free from the layer of dust that had made a home upon it. Sheet music rustled against his chest as he picked up the pace to spend as little time in the wind as he could. If he was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that there would be no senshi by the theatre he would have just used a teleport. Keeping both sides of his life separate was imperative if he wanted to continue tutoring. Each gust of wind whipped his hair back and forth behind him as he ran.
Once he arrived, he shivered off the rest of the cold before removing his coat and setting up behind the stage. His piano playing accompanist sat shyly on the bench as she nervously twisted the end of her hair between two fingers. He gave her a quiet nod and handed her the sheet music from his composition. The ink was barely dry as he had only just finished transposing the piano part right before leaving the house. She was one of few words and he admired her talent on the piano. She reminded him so much of his sister even now as they both took calming breaths and prepared their instruments.
His icy blue eyes stuck out behind his glasses as he stepped forward onto the stage with the rising curtains. The seats were full of students as well as a few that he recognized as frequent fans of his performances. Bowing to the crowd was always the first step, it gave hi a chance to survey for anything out of the ordinary. Tapping the floor twice with the front of his right foot was the sign for his accompanist to begin. His viola gleamed in the light as he took his position and began to play alongside the delicate melody of the piano. A hush spread across the crowd as they watched the pair play. Aloysious did as he always does and began to almost waltz on the stage as he played with his eyes closed. It was emotions not just music that flowed from him onto the crowd.
As he snuck a peak at the crowd, an idea broke through the ocean of music that took over his mind. If music did this to him and to a crowd to put them almost in a trance, could it be done to protect those around him? The music continued as he nearly twirled under the spotlight as he drew closer to the end of the piece. The crowd remained in a silent trance of fascination as he played. Even his accompanist was watching him as he drew his bow across the strings slowly. A wave of sadness washed over the viola and out into the crowd as he came to the end of his piece with a fading lonely note.
People looked up as he stood silently for a moment thinking deeply about the potential application his music could have in the future of the Negaverse. Finally, he took a bow for the crowd, releasing them from their trance as a cacophony of clapping began. A new hope started to burn behind his icy blue eyes as he walked back behind the falling curtains to thank his accompanist before quickly heading out into the cold again.
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