Hey guys, Kitty29 here with a new story. I know I shouldn't be posting a new story, especially when I have like three other stories going but this idea just wouldn't leave me alone and I know it's gonna be a short story anyway (less than ten chapters) so it's all gooodddd...
I will be upping this up to M for what I have planned for other chapters but for now it's fine at T.
Anyways, I've always wanted to go a story about music(even though I don't know much about it) so I'm happy to finally be able to post one! Please read and enjoy! ^^
The band had just finished a full run through of their newest song, which was written and composed by their guitarist and vocalist Gilbert Beilschmidt. The song had gone without a hitch, obviously, especially since it was the awesomely awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt's band and not some amateur garage band. Yep, it was awesome, it was flawless it—
"Sucks," Commented the bassist, Arthur Kirkland.
"Yeah, it...it wasn't that good." Antonio Fernandez Carriedo agreed, scratching the back of his neck with one of his drum sticks. Gilbert scoffed as if insulted.
"Hey! It was written by the awesome me! Meaning that it is awesome in itself!"
"Oh, get off your bloody high horse!" Arthur called, picking up a nearby hacky sack and throwing it at Gilbert, who blocked it with his forearm.
"Well, the lyrics were good!" Antonio quickly called from his drums. "And the music was fine but..."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow at him. "But...? But what? It was perfection plain and simple I—"
"It's your voice, it's sucks. It doesn't fit the song." Arthur dead panned, reaching down and grabbing a soda. "Or this band for that matter. It makes our sound shit."
Gilbert scowled at the bassist though a small—unawesome—voice in the back of his head agreed. He turned to look at Antonio instead of beating the shit out of his band mate. The drummer avoided his eye contact and ducked a little behind his instrument, obviously showing that he shared the Brits opinion.
His voice was awesome, as was the rest of him, but clearly not the kind of awesome they needed to make this band truly...awesome. And though he agreed with Arthur the only thing he could do was cross his arms and send him a hateful glare. "Fuck you. Like your voice is any better."
Arthur just returned the glare before he took a swing from his drink. Arthur wasn't a bad singer, in fact, he was good. But that was the problem. Good. They needed great.
"So what do we do, amigos?" Antonio asked with a sigh, slumping against his drums. They had discussed having a band for almost a year and although work and personal matters pushed it back they still wrote and composed countless songs for it. To hit a snag so big and so quickly was disheartening.
Gilbert huffed looking elsewhere in thought. Though because he was so awesome, he was able to quickly come up with a solution.
"Don't worry," He said with his infamous smirk large on his face. "I know just the person."
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"No."
"Ah! C'mon! You haven't even heard all of my proposal!"
The Austrian sighed and turned back to the albino, knowing that he wouldn't leave him alone until he at least fully listened to what he had to say. "What?"
Gilbert smiled, seeing as he had the Austrian's attention. "Join my band as my singer and I swear as soon as we hit it big, which we fucking will, you'll have all the money, booze and women as you want."
"No." Came Roderich's immediate reply before he turned back towards his home. Or at least that was his intention before a certain someone grabbing his arm stopped him.
"Come on, Rod!" Gilbert reasoned—but not begged, the awesome Gilbert never begs. "You're the best singer I know! Way better then those talentless hacks that have more money then they should! With your voice and my band we could go far!"
"Gilbert! What part of 'no' is not understandable?" Roderich said, tugging his arm away from the other. "I do not want to be a part of your band! I have a real job now." Though he was still talking angrily, the last part held just the right amount of smugness to make Gilbert frown. "A job that I love. I have no time for your high school band."
"Dammit Rod we're not even in high school anymore!" Gilbert yelled to the retreating figure of his supposed saviour. He growled before turning around and kicking the trashcan that was there, cussing further when it proved to be empty. Damn he needed a cigarette.
Though instead of giving in to the craving he was trying to quit he took a deep breath and started to walk away. He knew he would be back tomorrow and he was sure that by then Roderich would have slept on it and realized how much of an awesome idea it was. Yeah, of course he would. Seriously the guy just has a stick a bit too far of his ass to realize awesomeness right away. A smile tugged on his lips as he rounded the corner. Yep, that's exactly what would happen.
Meanwhile, Roderich entered his house and closed the door behind him with a sigh. That Gilbert. Even after getting out of that hell hole they called high school he still managed to find ways to bug him.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Edelstein?"
Roderich looked up at the timid teen in front of him and forced a small smile. "Ah, Matthew. Thank you for coming." He made sure to lock the door—never know what that guy might try—before he walked further into his house. "I apologize for being late."
Matthew shook his head. "O-Oh no, I'm sorry for being early I just..." He paused and looked back admiringly at the baby grand he was currently seated in front of. "I had music in my head again."
Roderich raised an eyebrow at this. "Oh?" Matthew moved over on the bench so the dark haired man could take a seat next to him. "Do you mind...?"
Matthew shook his head, positioning himself so he could start. He took a small shaky breath before he started. Even though Roderich was possibly the only person that he could play for, he was still a bit nervous doing so.
Roderich closed his eyes as he listened, the melody smooth and slow. It wasn't perfect, there were a few awkward parts here and there but it certainly held much potential.
"Wonderful, Matthew." He commented when the young boy had finished playing. He was certainly proud to say that he was the one that taught him. A small smile tugged on Matthew lips though almost as soon as it appeared his bowed his head and got up from the bench.
"I-It has lyrics too," Matthew further continued, grabbing his backpack and leafing though the many papers inside.
Again, Roderich raised an eyebrow. "Lyrics...?" He repeated. He was used to the boy composing some of his own short piano melodies but lyrics? This was certainly a first.
Matthew cheeks turned a faint pink when he pulled the paper he was looking for out of his bag. "Y-yes. I-I was hoping maybe you could look over it...? I-I mean!" He looked away from his teacher as he handed him the sheet. "I-If you want to i-i-it's really okay if you don't..." He trailed off as the older male looked over his paper fumbling with his school vest and nibbling on his bottom lip. He only felt himself getting more and more nervous as the seconds inched by and his teacher just sat there, focusing solely on the words scrabbled across the page. The full minute of silence was too much of the blond to handle and right as Roderich was finished Matthew began to spatter out excuses.
"I-I know it's not that good. I-it's just the first drift and I was d-d-distracted with my math class and I might have messed up a few words and I-I—"
"Matthew," The name instantly shut him up and Roderich sighed. Yes the boy was very polite and equally if not more talented but his intense timidness was rather annoying. "They are beautiful."
Truly it was, and honestly Roderich was fairly surprised that a boy as young as seventeen was able to write them. Matthew allowed the smallest and most timid of smiles to linger on his face before he reached forward and took back the paper from his teachers hand and stuffed it back in his back pack. Almost as if he let it be in light for any longer then needed someone would burst from the shadows and steal them.
"The piano needs work but—" Roderick shook his head and stood from the bench. They had gotten far off track, there was a reason Matthew was here in the first place. "I am sorry but can we please talk of this later?"
Matthew nodded, knowing that his teacher had called him here on this unusual day for something other then his own personal hobby's. "R-Right, I'm sorry for the distraction..."
Roderich just ignored the boys usual timidness before he led him into his dining room. When there he made sure to offer the boy a drink or snacks—which he declined—before he got to the issue.
"Matthew, you know the spring recital is coming up,"—he couldn't help but notice the blond physically flinch at the mention of it—"and I want you, one of my best pupils, to play there."
Matthew shook his head softly, looking down at his lap. "I'm sorry, but I-I can't this time. I j-just can't find the time with school and...and stuff." He finished lamely, again toying with his school vest.
"Matthew you have been using that excuse for the last three performances, and I'm beginning to become a little annoyed at your absence." Matthew shrunk at his words, his face utterly hidden from the Austrian. "I know you become nervous when playing for others but if you want to be a true performer you must get through this fear." He stopped talking to allow the other to add in his two cents, but he was only greeted with silence. He would have thought the other had fallen asleep if not for the constant fumbling of his vest.
"Matthew?" He said but the boy didn't move an inch. A bit of concern raising in him he reached forward to shake the blond from his thoughts. Though as soon as his skin contacted with the Canadian's Matthew practically leaped away from the touch.
"I-I'm sorry Mr. Edelstein." He apologized. "B-But I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow for class, sir!"
And before Roderich could even speak another word the boy was gone.
I have no lyrical writing skills so hopefully I can find a way around showing Matt's lyrics
Any help with a name for Gil's band would be awesome. I am so bad with names
Thank you for reading and please review and tell me what you think!
Less than three everyone. Less than three.