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Summary: I believe music is powerful. I believe music can speak what's unspoken. And I believe… music can change my life. AlaudexFemTsuna
Warning: fem27 (genderbend), writing stuff (tenses and variety of words)
Intro
"Music is always changing and the changes are unpredictable."
- Billy Sheehan
3 years ago…
A man with platinum blonde hair looked at his reflection in front of him. He silently fixed his tie and tightened it until it reached the top of his suit; just the way he liked it. He checked himself again and about to leave the mirror when suddenly the door flew open and series of footsteps approach him. He didn't need to look who it was though.
"Couldn't you knock the door first before entering?" Alaude sighed at the girl who just arrived beside him, now looking at their reflections in the mirror. She giggled and about to answer him when she saw his neck. She turned her body and faced Alaude.
"Geez, Alaude stop putting that tie so tight!" She said exasperatedly with her hands on her hip.
"Being neat is one of my policies," Alaude replied flatly, not backing away.
"Then you look better when you're messy," she said before she reached her hands to pull the tie slightly down. Alaude's eyebrows twitched which she ignored. She stepped back and smiled, "That's better isn't it?"
Suddenly the door creak open and a man around his forties entered the room, "Alaude, we have 30 minutes before the performance- oh!" A smile appeared when he noticed her in the room, "My, looks like I've disturbed you two. Sorry about that, I'll just excuse myself then."
He gave a knowing look to Alaude before he left. Alaude sigh at his parents' friend which also play the role of his manager. He heard a giggle coming from her, "He didn't change so much."
"Hm, not surprising," Alaude then walk to his desk where a violin case lay still. He then opened it swiftly and a wooden violin came to view. He took it out carefully, checking the precious thing that his parents passed down to him. The girl walked to him and eyed the violin too.
"Your parents must be happy… you finally fulfilled their dreams," she said silently with a smile.
"… If only they're alive for another year, they would have fulfilled it with their own hands," Alaude said with flat expression but also noticeable sadness in his voice as he put the violin down to its place.
"Their hands are what make you who you are right now, so it's just the same," She said softly before she put her hand around his. Alaude turned his head and saw her eyes shined as she smile, "You're going to be fine. You have your parents' heart with you… and you also have mine."
Alaude's eyes cleared up and the burden in them gone. He looked at his violin again, "Hm, you don't need to tell me that."
The girl smiled and pulled her hand from Alaude's which instantly felt cold once more. Alaude eyed her as she skipped to the door with her hands on her back, "Let's have one more practice before we perform onstage. I'll go and get my violin."
"Hn, you should've had everything ready beforehand," Alaude smirked at her. "I won't let such tardiness after we're married."
"Blame my teacher; he said he want to change the strings first, so now I have to go to the store to take it," she replied before she opened the door and disappeared. Before Alaude have a chance to do anything, the door opened again and her head poke from behind it, "And don't do anything to that tie again."
"Hn," Alaude scoffed and closed his eyes but he knew a smile was on her face when she left. Alaude glanced at the door when he heard it closing. He sighed before he picked his violin again, lighting a strangely warm feeling inside of him. He then positioned his hand and let the bow touch the cold string before he move his hand slowly, letting a soft friction between the string and the bow as he did. He then began to play his finger on the violin's neck and the music continued, filling the room.
Before he could finish the song, suddenly bad feeling raised high in his chest, stopping his hands. He then realized a faint sound of rain outside and glanced to the clock; five minutes before his biggest performance; the dream that his parents chased until their deaths – which they passed to him. He glanced at the door, wondering what have taken his fiancée so long. Suddenly the door slammed open revealing his manager panting heavily, his eyes panic.
"Alaude! Bad news! Monica was-"
Now, Namimori…
Years have passed, yet the effect was too great to forget. Since the death of his most beloved person and the failure of his dream, he never played that violin again; not even a tune. It's an awful tragic though, because the violin was still with him wherever he went. Maybe it's because of his manager's persuasion? Or perhaps the obligation to do so? He didn't know.
His heart ache whenever he heard the sound of violin, but even worse when he saw couples walk hand in hand with their children. His life pages seemed to end at the short instant he heard his manager told him that his fiancée has died; just minutes away from the dream-fulfilling concert. The image of his beloved one lay in blood still carved in his mind and regrets still haunting him every second; if only he accompanied her at that time this wouldn't happen.
It was pure accident that he heard the distant voice of violin on his way home. His feet just stopped when he heard the melody created by it; it was faint but his ear caught the song—and the emotions in it which instantly felt delighting in his heart. He turned to the source of the sound and saw a school that read Namimori High School. It was already dark and he saw no one in the school.
Alaude stood still in front of the metal gate, listening to the song for a while; it used to be one of his favorite. It was only when he heard a noisy scratch of the bow with the string that he snapped to reality again. The sound stopped but Alaude remembered the next part of the song; it's filled with fast change of notes which considered rather difficult, well, not to him though. It took a few seconds before the song played again, but this time from the beginning of the song.
Alaude scoffed, realizing that whoever playing the violin was just a beginner. He moved his feet and walked away from the school with mixed emotion. True, he always heard versions much better than that, but that little piece he heard just now has something; something that could make him stop and listen. It's really a wonder, because for the first time in these three years, his heart has taken over his entire being to hear that familiar song again.
A/N: Hohoho. Oh btw, Monica means "advice". There's gonna be further explanation about her name but that's still far I guess hehe. What do you think about this? Thank you for reading! :D
P.s. Dear readers, do you have an idea of what song that Alaude love? Cause I have no idea hahaha. I plan to use "Moonlight Sonata" (because of the history of how it's created) but… what do you think?
Questions (frequently asked by readers or me if I'm one of the readers)
Q: Why Alaude?
A: Because he just look very, very awesome with a violin, especially when he enjoy playing it. Can you imagine that? With the background and the light effect…
Q: Why violin?
A: Main reason: because I think Alaude will suit best with violin. Minor reason: because I play violin so I'm more familiar in explaining/telling about violin… well not really in great details but yeah.
Q: Ummm… so what's the age?
A: I'm planning that Alaude is 24 in the present age. So the first part of story is when he's around 21.
Q: Isn't it too young?
A: Considering his character and the background of this story, it's most likely that he's a prodigy. So it wouldn't be too odd to have him reach such high achievement at such an early age.
Q: So what's this "dream" of Alaude's parents?
A: To perform at one of the best and biggest concert in the world. It'll be explained further later maybe…
Q: Who's playing the violin at the end?
A: Guess who! But I guess that's not difficult to figure out =.= (failed surprise)
Q: What? So where's the setting of this story?
A: Haven't think so detailed yet about where the location of the concert… But the story will take place mainly in Namimori
Q: I'm tired already in asking this. Why is it not in "Sky's Lost Pieces"?
A: Because I'm planning to make this a few chapters. Why? Because lately I prefer to write in details whereas my style in one-shots are only brief explanations. And my standard length for one-shot is not so long so… yeah, I decided to divide it into a few chapters.
Q: I'm MORE than tired in asking this. When are you going to update your other stories? *prepare knuckles*
A: *gulp* I am not sure…