Piano Man
Chapter 1: The thrill of the stage
A/N: I wrote this one AGES ago, I just never posted it.until now!! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eames & Goren
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The adrenaline of his performance still ran through Luc Kilburn's veins. The thrill of the stage, the sound of the piano and the applauding crowd was his natural high. He had performed many times all over the world, but no matter how many times he did he still felt as if he was the happiest man alive. He had worked for so long to get to where he was - a world renowned pianist with thousands of followers; equal to Elton John or Billy Joel. A native of France, he spoke 5 different languages. He was only 25, and had been playing since he was 3. He had his first concert in Paris at 17, and was on his first world tour at 19. He felt he deserved everything he was given. He had a gift and he wanted to share it with the world.
Luc's white grand piano was still on the stage hours after his piano concert and the lights of the stage had dimmed. He was alone with his thoughts and the black and white keys. He sat down and tenderly stroked the keys. He gently lifted his hands and struck the keys. A melody echoed through the theatre - Moonlight Sonata - one of his favourites. He could feel sparks through his fingers as he played louder, then softer. His eyes started to well up in tears as his emotions took over. It was a mix of pride and joy of the sound of the piano.
Suddenly he heard footsteps. He dismissed them as the lighting director's and kept playing. They sounded like they were getting closer and closer, until Luc stopped and turned around. There, was Yannis Olger, his accompanist. He played duets with Luc, but had always wanted more. Yannis was German and in his teens had gone to the same music school as Luc in Paris, and they had been best friends, until the day a talent scout came to the school. He was out looking for the best of the best, and he chose Luc. Yannis knew it should have been him, but Luc had to take over. The scout chose Luc to be his lead pianist, and Yannis was just a backup.
"Yannis. You scared me," Luc said, going back to his playing.
"I'm so sorry, Luc. You did very well tonight. Once again, a brilliant performance" Yannis complimented, only half-heartedly.
"I try," Luc replied modestly. Yannis pulled Luc up and put his arm around his shoulder.
"You know, it would be such a shame if a talent like yours was wasted," Yannis said, shaking his head. Luc looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, just to say if you were to have an accident," Yannis said and pushed Luc over. He held his head on the side of the piano and slammed the top down. He did it a few times, until Luc stopped moving. Blood stained the white piano and the floor. Yannis shoved the body into the piano and closed the lid. He wiped up the blood and slipped silently out. Now he was the star of the show.
A/N: I wrote this one AGES ago, I just never posted it.until now!! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eames & Goren
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*17-8- 2003 11:47pm New York City Theatre
The adrenaline of his performance still ran through Luc Kilburn's veins. The thrill of the stage, the sound of the piano and the applauding crowd was his natural high. He had performed many times all over the world, but no matter how many times he did he still felt as if he was the happiest man alive. He had worked for so long to get to where he was - a world renowned pianist with thousands of followers; equal to Elton John or Billy Joel. A native of France, he spoke 5 different languages. He was only 25, and had been playing since he was 3. He had his first concert in Paris at 17, and was on his first world tour at 19. He felt he deserved everything he was given. He had a gift and he wanted to share it with the world.
Luc's white grand piano was still on the stage hours after his piano concert and the lights of the stage had dimmed. He was alone with his thoughts and the black and white keys. He sat down and tenderly stroked the keys. He gently lifted his hands and struck the keys. A melody echoed through the theatre - Moonlight Sonata - one of his favourites. He could feel sparks through his fingers as he played louder, then softer. His eyes started to well up in tears as his emotions took over. It was a mix of pride and joy of the sound of the piano.
Suddenly he heard footsteps. He dismissed them as the lighting director's and kept playing. They sounded like they were getting closer and closer, until Luc stopped and turned around. There, was Yannis Olger, his accompanist. He played duets with Luc, but had always wanted more. Yannis was German and in his teens had gone to the same music school as Luc in Paris, and they had been best friends, until the day a talent scout came to the school. He was out looking for the best of the best, and he chose Luc. Yannis knew it should have been him, but Luc had to take over. The scout chose Luc to be his lead pianist, and Yannis was just a backup.
"Yannis. You scared me," Luc said, going back to his playing.
"I'm so sorry, Luc. You did very well tonight. Once again, a brilliant performance" Yannis complimented, only half-heartedly.
"I try," Luc replied modestly. Yannis pulled Luc up and put his arm around his shoulder.
"You know, it would be such a shame if a talent like yours was wasted," Yannis said, shaking his head. Luc looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, just to say if you were to have an accident," Yannis said and pushed Luc over. He held his head on the side of the piano and slammed the top down. He did it a few times, until Luc stopped moving. Blood stained the white piano and the floor. Yannis shoved the body into the piano and closed the lid. He wiped up the blood and slipped silently out. Now he was the star of the show.