Undercover Harmony
By Yain
The hall was filled with a strong, powerful yet sweet and melodious music. A perfect harmony between the musicians composing the orchestra, a bond that wasn't breakable. In the front, a beauty recognized among all, but overall, a fabulous musician, a trumpet prodigy. The woman was probably young, one could say twenty, another would say twenty three. She probably did not care about the number as only the tune she was playing seemed to matter to her.
She was enthralled and enthralled the very audience with her notes that varied from pianissimo to forte and then fortissimo only to manage to get her sound under perfect control with crescendos and decrescendos. The orchestra followed the artist under their conductor's directions. The man was very proud of his student that was standing as the soloist of this orchestra he'd made from scratch.
The performance continued without interruption, without any seeming problems or trouble. Everything was going on perfectly.
Everything was so dreamy-like that when the lights in the room suddenly shut down, nobody thought of it at first as the soloist had been bowing to salute the audience. Nobody knew what was happening, nor even did the orchestra or the conductor. Nobody but the sole person who was smirking with a smile that could freeze anyone's blood if seen.
When the light was back on, the trumpetist was frozen on her spot, as if she'd seen death in front of her, but shook the feeling away with professionalism and bowed one last time before disappearing from the scene, followed by the orchestra members who were quick to whisper about the technical incident which had just occurred.
"Are you ok?" said one girl to the long haired solist to which she had answered positively and showed her best face to let her understand that she wasn't lying. Acknowledging the answer, the girl turned away and disappeared to talk with her friends.
Checking her side, the girl checked the room to find someone in particular, which she was quick to find since the said person was surrounded by her fellow musicians.
"Misato, a word please?" said the soloist to the counter mistress, letting her know the matter was urgent. The two girls went to a room down a alleyway and entered it.
"Ah, could you please put your violin down on this table, I want to hug you for what you've done today, your support was welcomed." The request from the soloist, but thrilled to be worth of such a gesture from her, the counter mistress beamed to her and did as she was told. In the meantime, as the girl were hugging, they continued to talk about various things.
What the violinist did not know was that someone was taking extremely good care of her violin right behind her, carefully putting it in a case, pulling another one, seemingly identical to hers in form and look and setting it on the very table the same violin had been. When the switch was done, the person disappeared with the case and the soloist finally let go of her supposedly friend not without kissing her on the cheek to thank her again.
The trumpetist never appeared to this orchestra again, a note to them led them to think that she had been involved in an accident and killed in it. To every of them, the girl was dead.
While the orchestra mourned, people were even more worried about one specific musician. This woman had been the closest to the soloist, friend with her and by her side for many years, accompanying her in more than one orchestras, she was the part leader of the euphoniums. Every days, she would come to the orchestra, with red eyes, but she told everyone she would not give up the ensemble. They had been welcoming of her when she joined so she did not want to give up on them.
To everybody, the girl seemed far more broke and destroyed by the loss of her dearest friend, of her very best friend, some would even say of her one true love.
So when she had one day, came with her two euphoniums, asking someone to play her old one, people had found it strange, bizarre even. She'd claimed it was for the nostalgia. She wanted to hear someone less experienced than her to play her old euphonium in order to remind her of her young self that had been the one playing with the soloist. She'd even asked a trumpetist to play the passed-away girl's part to make it even more real.
The atmosphere, while this whole thing happened, had been heavy, awful even. One could have very easily said that there was no word to describe the actual feeling and so, when the end had came, that the tubist had left with her two euphoniums telling everyone, almost breaking down before them, that she was not able to play this day, everybody had been relieved.
And everyone felt guilty for this very feeling the next day.
The girl had apparently been found dead in her home, accordingly to the police, she'd taken her own life.
The orchestra had lost two incredible musicians in a week and nobody felt like playing anymore. Nobody were able to play anymore and the concert of the orchestra had all been canceled. Nobody would play anymore in that orchestra, as they all felt that they'd been cursed by the seeming death of the two girls.
Narue Youkasa and Mikoto Ousaki had left the world with no trace, death had taken them.
A/N: Ahh I know. What a mystery right? You've come this far and I bet your head is full of questions. I bet that you were on a roll&coaster ride of emotion but then, the end set your out of you misery. What for though? I left clues inside the story, I will give a big-up and mention those who found them in the next chapter!
As for the story, I cannot tell you yet if this will be a short one with two or three chapters or more. I'll try to keep it as short as possible though, as I more than often get bored of my fictions.
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