heyo here we go, the pivotal chapter is up next. I'm writing it right now, omfg the drama lol anyways thanks for sticking with me this long. holy shit I'm going on 600 views. fuck. thanks, I'm really not sure how to respond to that XD
The ride to the concert hall was uneventful, Eren double-checked everything that Hanji gave him and told him again in his mind. He had the pass to go backstage, tickets for a front row seat, and his 'dazzling good looks' as Hanji said. He shook his head and stepped out of the car, handing his key to the valet and walking up the crowded New York City streets. He stopped in front of the large concert hall, and looked up. He admired the elegant sculpting of the building, it really was beautiful. He stepped inside and wrinkled his nose at all the froofed up old ladies and men who were walking with their noses in the air. He hated all the pomp and circumstance; it was a big part of what made him hate the classical music community. You can never just make music for the sake of music; it was so competitive and so… fake. He smirked, listening to all the musical commentary and just thinking about how if the "messy looking young man who obviously knew nothing about music," as he heard one of the old ladies say to her friend, enter the musical discussion, they'd be crushed by the overwhelming knowledge he possessed. He pushed his way through the crowded lobby and entered the hall. He looked around, taking a moment to remember how the acoustics were in here. As he recalled, they were pretty good. He glanced up at the Steinway on the stage, probably for this guy's accompanist. Damn, that was a nice piano. He sat in his seat, feeling the red cushion sink beneath his weight. This should be interesting, he can't remember if he ever attended any concerts and watched from the audience. He remembered specifically what he played. Chopin's Ballade No. 3. He smirked and closed his eyes, moving ever so slightly as the melody began to play in his head. It was so fucking cool. He looked around nervously and sat a little lower, shielding his eyes with his hair. He'd spotted a few scouts already, but fortunately none of them spotted him. Yet. He hoped. He flipped through the program idly as he waited. Not a bad program. A lot of Chopin, but for piano you can never have enough Chopin. A few Rachmaninoffs, and a Beethoven. He chuckled, wondering if Jean was over there at his apartment right now. Armin did say he'd be home alone tonight. He put his hand over his mouth to muffle the inevitable laughter from yesterday's events, catching a glare from a few snooty older women as they sat down beside him.
He rolled his eyes and leaned his head on his hand, listening to the excited buzz filling the hall. This guy must really be something. Last time he heard this much excitement before a concert it was when he was accompanying Yo-Yo Ma. That was a hell of a concert, and they went out for ice cream afterwards. Not many people can say they had ice cream with Yo-Yo Ma. Suckers. Suddenly the lights dimmed, interrupting Eren's train of thought, and the crowd went silent.