Author's Note:

And thus begins my next character interaction focused fanfic. This features Weiss and OC (Joseph) as main characters. Involves names of musical icons, anyway, this serves as an introduction.

I hope that you'll enjoy, please follow, leave a a review and all the usual stuff. Thanks, hopefully this fic will go well.

IMPORTANT NOTE, CONTAINS AN IFFY SCENE, YOU'LL KNOW WHEN YOU HIT IT.

- Lor

Chapter 1: Hired

The applause, it was stupendous as I looked at the performers in the orchestra. I'd finished conducting Symphonie Fantasique by Berlioz. The applause was breath taking and Earth shattering. Lowering and setting the conducting wand on my stand I turned around and bowed. The house was jam packed with people on the rafters above and people on the seats below. The building was archaic with Greek styled pillars for support and seats on the top between the pillars similar to that of an opera house.

The audience continued to clap, several people also seemed to be murmuring to each other about something. Probably my age, I thought as the rows of people filed out. After they'd filed out I began to clean up with the rest of the orchestra.

I congratulated the group, "Congratulations guys. That was our best performance yet."

Everybody chimed in, "Thank you."

Everybody began to leave and I sighed, another amazing night and turn out. I collected my music and began to get off when I turned around to see two people. One of them was around my age, the famous heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, Weiss Schnee. She had her hair in a side pony tail; her eyes were cold blue and stared straight into mine. She was also wearing a white dress with red trimming to accompany her hair. She seemed to have an arrogant aura around her, her father on the other hand was more reserved and kept calm. He had the same blue eyes as Weiss but they seemed warmer. He was dressed in a dark suit and was rather tall.

"Ah, Hector, it's great to see you," I said, hopping off of the stage, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"I did, I see that you're as young as ever," He replied smiling.

"It comes with being a virtuoso, so, I guess this is your daughter Weiss," I said focusing my attention on the heiress.

"Father, are you sure this is the person that you want?" She arrogantly asked her Father.

"Yes Weiss, he is the person that I want, did you not read his back ground. The boy is a legend, as great as Mozart himself," Hector told her daughter.

I raised my right eye brows, suspicious of what the two were saying. "Father, he is only seventeen! The same age as me!" She said.

"Enough Weiss, the decision is final," Hector told her.

"What decision?" I questioned.

"Joseph, I would like to offer a proposition for you. I would like for you to teach my daughter music at my mansion, she's a vocalist," He said.

"What? Teach music for your daughter?" I questioned.

"Yes," He stated.

"And leave my full time position at the symphony orchestra?" I continued.

"Precisely, you will be accommodated with a room at our mansion," He continued.

"Father you cannot be serious?" Weiss questioned.

"What princess? Don't think that I could handle teaching you?" I taunted.

"Yes! Are you kidding me? You're the same age as me!" Weiss scolded. "To me, you're not even worth talking to."

"Hmm, the princess has quite a tongue doesn't she?" I taunted.

"It is heiress!" She answered almost moving to hit me in the face.

"Weiss, constraint yourself, the boy is only teasing," Hector said grabbing her daughter's hand and pulling her back.

Weiss looked at me with cold rage, her eyes focussed on me. "Hmph," She grunted turning her attention away from me.

"So, how about it Joseph, will you teach her?" Hector asked.

I looked at the arrogant heiress, she was looking away from me and at the stage where all of the janitors were cleaning up and putting away chairs. I studied her for a moment, her expression seemed arrogant but at the same time she seemed to be mesmerized by the atmosphere. She was doing her best to hide it but I sniffed out her passion for it.

"I might, if she can prove to me that she has the skill," I told Hector.

"That is no problem, I'd already hired another teacher to teach her the basics before we came to you," Hector assured.

I wasn't convinced, "No, I want for her to prove to me, right now. Weiss can you sing a scale for me?"

She stared straight in my eyes, "A scale? Is that all you want? I thought that it would be something harder."

"Oh, it is," I said walking closer and inspecting her. "Sing," I instructed.

I saw her took a deep breath and her shoulders raise. She sang the entire C scale and I cringed on the inside. Her tone was not supported at all by the air that was coming out of her mouth. She should be breathing from her diaphragm which was right below her chest. That would produce the air for any tone. I could also see that her posture and head position was not ideal for tone, her head was slightly bent down and as meticulous as it was, it was necessary for a strong tone.

"Wrong," I stated.

"What? I got it right," Weiss said in disbelief.

"You got the notes, but the sound quality was not right," I told her.

Moving to her side I put my left hand right under her chest while I used my right to position her head upright. Her face became slightly flustered as I was right under her chest. Then it turned back into a cold expression, "What are you doing?" She spat out.

"Breathe," I instructed.

"Why are you asking me to-," She began before I cut her off.

"I said, breathe," I sternly told her.

She took a deep breathe, I couldn't feel anything from her the diaphragm. "That is exactly your problem. You need to breath from your diaphragm," I told her as I moved my hands away from her body.

"What?" She questioned

"And you told me that you already hired a teacher to teach her," I lightly scolded Hector.

I faced my head back, "Your diaphragm, it is right under your chest. It produces the best tone for every single instrument involving air, this includes your voice. If you're breathing from your diaphragm you will feel your stomach rise."

I put my hand back on her diaphragm, "Let's try that again, and make sure to keep your head upright, I also caught onto that."

She repositioned her head upright and breathed from her diaphragm. She began the C scale but lost her breath at the fourth note, the sound was like music to my ears. Her voice was beautiful, and her pitch was damn near perfect. She did have potential yes, under my training she would go far. But I still had one thing on my mind, her determination; I caught a glimpse of it but wanted to make sure in person.

She panted as she lost her breath, "How do you call that good air! I ran out at the F!"

"Ah, but your tone was excellent, the vibrant sound was almost near perfect, the air supported your voice and as such produced a beautiful voice," I merely stated.

"So are you taking the job?" Hector asked but I ignored him.

"Weiss; let me ask you something, not as an instructor or a virtuoso, but as a regular person. Why are you pursuing music?" I questioned.

She thought for a moment, when she had worded her answer in her mind she began to speak before being cut off by her father. "Because she wants to," Hector told me. I turned to face the elderly man in his 30s then back to Weiss.

"Is that truly the reason? Because I will not teach a student that is not serious about music, so, do you love music?" I asked her.

She sighed, "Yes, I love music."

"Fine, I'll take the job," I said.

"Oh absolutely splendid, I shall make preparations at once," Hector said waving for her daughter to come to my side.

She curtseyed to me and went back to join her father. I caught a glimpse of a smile from her and it made me smile. Hmm, you're interesting Weiss. "Don't let your father blind what you truly are," I whispered to her as she walked by.

She turned around and began to formulate an answer before her father called for her. The two left, her father smiled at her and she returned it, although only faintly.

I'd left the concert house, driving in my car I reached my apartment. Hector told me that he would send servants to collect my things so I should just move things to the front. My apartment room was empty; I lived alone although I was only 17. My parents were never there for most of my life, they were mostly off on their cruises and vacations, ignoring their child and leaving me with my Uncle. I didn't mind, I happened to also discover my talent and passion for music. I was mesmerized by the music that my Uncle used to play for me on his piano. I also discovered I had perfect pitch and found myself playing pieces like Chopin's Nocturnes at the age of five. Around the age of 10 I was beginning to understand how harmony worked, how to build a good accompaniment and progressions. My Uncle recognized my talent then and entered me into a prestigious contest; I guess that was my first step into music internationally. People were stunned by the harmonies and the melodies that I composed myself. One of the judges also recommended me to join the Vale Symphony Orchestra, I was ridiculed at first but when I showed them my technical ability they were stunned. At the age of 15 I was offered the position of concert master, and I guess that takes me to where I am today.

My flat was dirty still, with clothes lain across the floor. I had a black couch against the back wall facing a TV. There was a kitchen in the corner and a dining room close to it. At the right wall there was a shelf with many famous compositions from all the musical eras.

This was the structure of my flat, but hidden away in my room are my other belongings. Walking in I saw my black amp in the left hand corner. There were several cases of instruments, two different kinds of saxophones, an electric guitar, a trumpet, and a keyboard. There was a computer in the right hand corner hooked up to a set of amps and a large speaker. My bed was situated in the left corner, it was near the door with several shelves over it. On the shelves were several disks, the top shelf had Jazz albums, the middle had light rock albums and the last contained pop songs.

I began to unplug things and dismantle wires on my computer when I heard my phone buzz from my pocket. I banged my head on the desk which housed my computer as I attempted to get up. Crawling back out I checked my phone and a girl's name popped up, Yang Xiao Long, "Hey Yang, what's up?"

"What's up? I heard that you were moving, that's what's up!" She answered.

"Yeah, so what about it," I questioned.

"Does that mean that you're leaving us?" Yang asked.

I heard a cry from the room which I associated to her sister, Ruby. "Why?" I heard her say.

"I'm gonna put her on the phone," Yang told me.

"Why are you leaving us? I thought we were going to make it big!" Ruby said through tears.

"Shh, calm down Ruby," I said in a soothing tone. "I'm not leaving you just yet. I just took a new job that is moving me a good two hours away from my current home."

I heard the sobs increase. And sighed, "Ruby, I'm not leaving what I've built with you guys. Just give me time and I'll explain."

"O-Okay," She stuttered, sniffling.

"I took this job because there is someone with so much raw talent that I just have to train her, don't worry, we'll still play together every day, just give me time to adjust. Please," I begged.

"O-Okay, we'll wait," Ruby responded.

"Ruby, can you put it on speaker for me so I can talk to you guys both?" I asked.

"Sure," She said activating the speaker phone.

"Guys, you guys are my most prized pupils and friends. Ruby, Yang, and Blake, you guys are so talented that you'll do fine without me," I told them both.

"Does that mean you're leaving us?" Yang asked.

"As I've told Ruby already, no, let me adjust to the new life and I promise I'll get back to you guys," I assured them.

"Okay, we'll wait," I heard Yang say.

"Also, could you please tell Blake this?" I asked.

"Sure," Yang answered.

"Thanks," I replied hanging up.

I took a deep breath out, and resumed packing. Taking the amp and computer apart took most of the night. I then began to put move my disks and scores into several neat piles. Taking out the instruments in my room I neatly placed them near the front door. I then continued to take apart the speakers for my computer and moved them over to the pile of my belongings. Next came my clothes, I had a plethora of sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans for everyday wear. This was coupled with two sets of suits. I collected my clothes in a suitcase and went to my music tools. These were on top of the drawer, and included three conducting wands, two tuners, two mouth pieces for the saxophones and a box of reeds for them. I collected these into a bag and laid them outside as well.

Lying back in my bed I sighed, thinking about what had happened just now. Weiss was rather unusual; I guessed that it was just her arrogance. There's something about her and I can't just put my tongue on it. I decided to put it past me so that I could wake up tomorrow. I had to get up early since Hector and Weiss would be picking me up in the morning.