Music
By CheeKy
Disclaimer: The following Slam Dunk characters belong to Takehiko Inoue. Any unfamiliar names, places or otherwise will naturally be my properties.
Important Announcement: Chapter Thirteen has been edited for various reasons; there are now more substances to the MitKo relationship. If you like, you can read the repost, but if you're not a MitKo fan, then it's aright. ^^
Note: The Music Fest (and the latest update) is /finally/ here. I'm very, very sorry for its lateness; reedit the chapter so many times and with each edit, I'd added in more lines, hence it's long length. *gulps* Ehehe, it's my longest chapter yet!!! Anyways, I hope you'd all enjoy reading it and don't forget to review, k? ^___________^
To:
fiery-frost ~ Mucha mucha thanks for the kind word!! ^^
Kim ~ Ehehe, my Koshino is so violent in this fic, smacking heads and whatsnot. But he's just being his adorable bad-tempered self. ^_______________^
White Meteor ~ Just wanna extend my thanks here again for your constructive criticisms. I hope you like version two of Chapter Thirteen better. As for KoAya? Hmm, possible, but not as fun. ^______^
abu maktoots [circa '03] ~ *blink blink* Er, what?? Ehehe, never mind. ^_____^ Anyways, I hope you like this chapter too! Not much lovin' going around, just Music. ^^
iNsAnEbEl ~ No, not KiyoJin; it's a MakiKiyo. But would you be interested in reading a MakiKiyoJin triangle? *sniggers* It could happen!! As for them yaoi stuff. . . hmm, I'll try my best!
akane ~ *chuckles* I'll do that once I reedit the whole fic for grammar and stuff. And thanks for the HTML advice!
Lady Artemis ~ You prefer Kaede and Akira straight, and yet you want a SenKosh?? *blink blink*
sapphi-chan ~ Ehehe, just thought I'd mention this hear, but I might be leaving Winter Camp to hang for quite a long while. Have seriously no ideas on how to proceed, so would most probably complete this first before racking brain cells for that. -_____- Still dun like camp so might write all the bad things that can happen in camp. *evil grin*
Jo-san ~ *super glomps* Heeey, I miss hearing from you ne. Write me!
sLL ~ *shakes head in disbelief* It's amazing how weird Karen's anonymous reviewers can be. Am speechless!! -____-
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Chapter Fourteen ~ Music
"Ten minutes guys!" a voice boomed loudly as a gorilla-like face poked inside the men's changing room. Rukawa's eyes widened as he asked, "Who was that?"
"Akagi Takenori. Head boy. He usually takes charge of all the college's activities and acts as the emcee with his vice captain, Uozumi Jun," answered a smiling Kogure as he adjusted his silver tie in front of the mirror. Standing next to the saxophonist, Sendoh carefully applied last minute touches to his gravity-defying hair as he winked suggestively at Rukawa, "Hey gorgeous, looking good."
The boy blushed as he glanced at his dark suit a little self-consciously, "It's been months since I wore this. And funnily enough, it felt right when I put it on."
"Guess you were meant to play the violin after all," grinned Sendoh into the mirror.
Shrugging his shoulders unconcerned, Rukawa merely deadpanned, "I wouldn't be too sure about that, Akira. For your information, I'm still considering my option to play for the Rock Group."
"I heard that!" called out Fujima who was standing several feet away. Turning to face the violinist, the brown-haired boy started shaking his head as he smiled good-humouredly, "You can just forget about that idea Rukawa-kun because letting you go is the last thing on our minds. We didn't go through so much trouble so you could end up playing for the enemy."
"Hey, what do you mean 'we'? I was the one who did all the hard work," interjected Sendoh with a slight pout on his lips.
From the other side of the room, Mitsui snorted in mock annoyance as he slid his arms into his leather jacket, "And what's all this about playing for the enemy, huh?"
Fujima was thankfully saved from answering as Akagi once again poked his head inside, "CMG, you're up in two minutes."
Rubbing his hands excitedly, Fujima then called out loudly, "Alright, this is the moment we've all been waiting for. Let's go guys!"
A resounding cheer was heard as the CMG members troop out in high spirits.
~ * ~
As the red velvet curtains were lowered, sixteen choirgirls quickly made their way backstage as chairs were pulled out in preparation for the Classical Music Group. Ayako's cheeks were flushed red with excitement as she offered the boys words of encouragement, "Better be on your best performance guys, the audience are really into the show tonight."
"Hey, nice outfit Aya-chan," complimented Sendoh as he passed an appreciative eye over the soft chiffon material. Although the design for all the outfits was the same, the girls were nevertheless dressed in different pastel colours. An unbuttoned collar lent itself to a masculine yet distinctively provocative outlook, while the laces that decorated the end of the sleeves was undeniably Victorian in style, providing the girls with a touch of femininity. With her hair draped softly around her shoulders, Ayako looked like she had just descended from the heavens above.
Ayako smiled back warmly, "You don't look so bad yourself, Akira-kun. Ooh, a tailed suit! I hadn't seen one of those for a quite a while. I thought they had gone out of fashion."
"Could anything I wear be unfashionable?" Sendoh grinned widely as he offered his childhood friend a cheeky wink.
"Hmm, big-headed as usual. Well, time for your act. I'll see you later and good luck!" added Ayako as she made her way backstage just as the curtains were raised.
~ * ~
After the applause had died down considerably, Akagi announced into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, you have just heard Fujima Kenji performed 'Kirei no Arashi', an original piece composed by Fujima-san himself. And for the CMG's next group performance, I give to you Dvarak's Symphony No. 9 in E-minor, conducted and arranged by Kogure Kiminobu."
The white baton lifted and dropped in one fluid motion. The strings began first, followed closely by wind instruments and soon after Sendoh interjected with the sounds of the grand piano. The gentle lull of the tranquil piece had the audience murmuring words of approval as they applauded heartily after its end. Kogure then turned towards the audience as he gave a low bow in gratitude. And then the bespectacled young man gestured in Sendoh's direction and the spotlight shifted its focus. Silence descended the auditorium as long and slender fingers ran across ivory and ebony keys, introducing the opening notes of Brahms' Piano Concerto No. 1 in D minor. Gradually, the rest of the orchestra joined in, their different sounds coordinating admirably with the pianist's play.
As it ended, there was a resounding cheer for the group, and when Sendoh stood up to thank the audience, he received loud shouts of appreciation and even shrill whistles. The spiky-haired young man grinned as he waved back with enthusiasm, earning laughter from the audience. As the young man sat down, Uozumi announced into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you Kogure Kiminobu on saxophone. He will be performing his creation 'Ame no Hi', and will be accompanied by Sendoh Akira on piano."
Aida handed his senior the brass instrument and the young man smiled his thanks as he took up position several feet away from a still grinning Sendoh. The older boy then neared the mouthpiece to his lips as Sendoh lined up his fingers in preparation for his cue to cut in. And out of the corner of his eye, Kogure spied Mitsui shaking his head as a slow smile started forming on the guitarist's face. The saxophonist almost chuckled aloud; he had composed this piece when they were mere teenagers, as they both embarked on the road in learning about love and trust. It was one of his finest creations and before the Music Fest began, Kogure had left a note for his boyfriend, explaining that tonight's routine was his way of saying that he believed in Mitsui, and that they were going to be okay.
The young man's heart was light as he blew into the mouthpiece, his fingers deftly up and and down the musical instrument. Time seemed to have stood still as the sounds from the saxophone flooded the auditorium, and the audiences sat rooted in their seats, mesmerised by the youth's performance. Each and every member of the audience applauded heartily when Kogure's routine ended. But it was Mitsui's wide smile that warmed the saxophonist's heart. The young man smiled warmly as he returned to his feet. There was no mistaking the look of bliss on Kogure's face and Fujima playfully threw his best friend a warning glance as he waited for Akagi to finish his announcements.
Tapping the white baton against the music stand in an unconscious sign of impatience, the group's conductor also took the brief interval to give his fellow members a warm and reassuring smile as they mentally prepared themselves for their next performance. Fujima's arm raised as the CMG members raised their instruments to attention. The baton dropped, signalling the members to begin on Beethoven's Concerto for Violin & Orchestra in D major - finale. And as the piece neared its climax, Fujima could be seen raising and dropping his arms animatedly as beads of sweat formed on the young man's forehead. The spotlight was unbearably hot and Fujima gave a loud sigh of relief when the final note was played. He was not the only one feeling at ease; practically the whole orchestra were now breathing easier save for one pale figure whose fingers were still clenching the violin's handle tightly. Fujima glanced worriedly at the impassive face but there was a hint of determination as the young boy stood up to face the crowd.
Bright blue eyes scanned the auditorium as Uozumi spoke aloud into the microphone; the latter's booming voice commanding attention and the applauses gradually soften.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and for the Classical Music Group's closing act, I give to you Rukawa Kaede on violin. I hope you will all enjoy Rukawa-san's rendition of John Corigliano's The Red Violin."
So bent on locating his mother in the dark crowd that Uozumi's words barely registered in Rukawa's ears. It wasn't until an expected silence fell on the audience did the young man realized that he had delayed long enough. A soft wisp of mist escaped the violist's lips as he raised the body of the red violin against his cheek. And then the music started.
Like many years before, Rukawa played as if his life depended on it. The bow passed to and fro the strings, and with each note that was released, Rukawa was mentally and emotionally ridding himself of all his pent-up anger and frustration. His senses were attuned to every note and every twitch of the bow across fine-wire. His arms started to hurt but still the boy continued to play without any hints of slowing down. He heard nothing but his father's reprimand in his ear, and he saw nothing but the image of his frowning father in his mind. The pitch increased noticeably; it was almost as if Rukawa had been possessed.
The violinist almost collapsed to his knees when the final and last note was strung. Both hands dropped limply to his sides as the dark head lowered tiredly. He was emotionally and physically drained and it took all of his willpower to stay on his feet.
The silence that followed was almost eerie as the crowd sat stunned in their seats after such a dramatic performance. The steady rhythm of two hands slapping against each other stirred the boy from his desolate state as he looked up to face the audience. The spotlight shifted abruptly and the audience gave a gasp upon recognising Rukawa Reiko. The tears that ran down the woman's cheeks seemed to break the audience out of their reverie as many more mimicked her actions. It wasn't long before the whole room were on their feet as they clapped their hands with gusto.
Criss-crossing his arms across his hands, Rukawa took a ninety-degree bow as a soft sob escaped his lips. His head continued to hang even after the curtains had fallen. Only when the lights had dimmed did the young man looked up. A half-smile lined the pale face as he instinctively searched Sendoh's eyes. The young man was now advancing in Rukawa's direction with a warm smile pasted on his face. Lightly brushing away the wet droplets on the tear-stained face, Sendoh started tugging the boy backstage as he teased affectionately, "Alright, Kaede, that's enough sobbing already. If you keep this up you'd flood the whole hall."
A choking hiccup escaped Rukawa's lips and Sendoh started laughing at the warm blush that tinged the boy's cheeks. When Rukawa muttered a half- hearted protest to stop Sendoh from laughing at him, the spiky-haired merely smiled tenderly as he gave Rukawa a comforting hug. With his face hidden among the lapels of Sendoh's jacket, Rukawa mumbled just soft enough for Sendoh's ears.
"Arigatou, Akira. For everything."
The pianist merely smiled as he answered quietly, "It has been my greatest pleasure, Kae-chan."
"Baka smiley."
The smile on Sendoh's face merely widened at the teasing endearment.
~ * ~
There was a visible shift in the audience's mood as they mentally prepared themselves for the impending arrival of the two rock bands. Various banners were held up as the whispers grew increasingly loud, until it rose to a steady chant for The Boys and The Monkeys. Only when the audience's level of impatience had reached its peak did Akagi finally hollered excitedly into the microphone, "Now if you will all put your hands together because here comes The Bad Boys!!"
The audiences screamed even as the curtains were being raised. Shrouded in darkness, a single spotlight was suddenly switched on, basking Mitsui in a soft white glow. Clad only in his dark leather jacket and matching leather pants, Mitsui sent the whole crowd into frenzy when he blew a butterfly kiss into the air. And on cue, multi-coloured lights flashed as Mitsui's hand dropped towards his electric guitar. But the crowd's ecstatic screams were no match for the loud music pounding on the huge stereos placed in various positions around the auditorium. Loud whistles interrupted the chants every now and then, and throughout the band's routine, bright light danced around the members, revealing Maki in his tight brown tank top and leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. Miyagi on the other hand, was dressed in a sky-blue shirt unbuttoned all the way to his navel while his coffee coloured slacks provided a touch of boyish charm for the keyboardist. A flash of red from behind the drums showed Youhei in his sleeveless tee, a wide grin on his face as he drummed expertly away.
Without warning, the music died abruptly and all was cloaked in darkness once more. But before panic could set in, bright lights filled the auditorium and the audiences gasped upon realising that the band members had changed. Four young men dressed in pristine white shirts and a brightly coloured tie hanging loosely around their necks now graced the stage. The heads were bowed in coyness as each member stood frozen in a seductive stance. Unable to bear the teasing silence, a distinctive shout by a female fan was heard above the din, "I love you Kiyota!"
Not to be outdone, another girl shouted her idol's name, "I love you Sakuragi!"
This started a chain reaction as the band members' names were shouted one after the other as each fan tried to out shout the other. And somewhere across the middle row, a mantra for The Monkey started, threatening to bring the house down.
Sakuragi started grinning and would have burst into his trademark Tensai laugh had he not caught the warning glance from Jin. The young man had to the grace to blush as he quickly nodded his understanding. Pleased with Sakuragi's maturity, Jin smiled his approval as he started thumping on the drums. As the beat quickened until a steady rhythm, Kiyota masterfully inserted his own sounds; the keyboard's engineered tones resulting in more loud and excited screams. And then Sakuragi's voice invaded the crowd's senses; The Wild and Crazy Monkey's catchy tune earning the approval of their fans as each and every one of them started singing along. Bass guitarist Fukuda evidently knew how to woo the crowd when he suddenly slid to the ground, his fingers never once letting up the quick movement across the guitar's strings. Fans started screaming his name with enthusiasm and the unsmiling young man pumped his fist into the air elatedly at the cheers.
After several more numbers by The Monkeys, the audience's screams rose to an all time high when The Boys reappeared on the stage to join the rest of band members. Mitsui and Maki sauntered across the wide stage with Sakuragi and Fukuda, earning laughter from the crowd when Mitsui and Sakuragi did a mock-fight for the microphone. The audience were tickled further when Maki deftly took control while the other two youths continued their pretence battle with their guitars. Both guitarists threw the crowd an exaggerated look of horror when Maki's suave voice broke out.
In the meantime, Miyagi was lending his assistance for the younger keyboardist. They did a duet with Miyagi contributing his right hand while Kiyota offered his left. Occasionally Kiyota would sing into the microphone, his high-pitched voice a contrast to Maki's baritone. While Jin continued playing on the drums, Youhei took the opportunity to display his skills with the harmonica. The high pitch seemed to annoy Sakuragi who made an exaggerated attempt to swipe the musical instrument away. The audience started laughing as the redhead started chasing the shorter boy around the stage. As Youhei made to leap off the stage, Mitsui strummed the song's final note and the lights slowly faded. And then the velvet maroon-coloured curtains were finally lowered, marking the end of the Rock Group's performances.
~ * ~
Unwavering applauses and shrill whistles ensured the moment the girls finished their last song. With her eyes bright with unshed tears, Ayako took a step forward as she announced into the microphone, "The Classical Music Group!"
Wearing huge smiles on their faces, the CMG's members marched across the stage as they waved their arms high up in the air. And with the loud cheers resonating in the auditorium, Ayako had to shout over the huge noise as she announced with a wide grin, "The Rock Group!"
Again the wild screams of frenzy from the crowd. Taking the microphone from Ayako's shaking hands, Fujima then called out as he gestured towards the group of choirgirls, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you Karejji Kanagawa's Voices of Angels!"
This time the tears slid off the side of Ayako's cheek as the crowd stood to a standing ovation. There was an unmistaken pride in the Music Dean's voice as he accepted the microphone from Uozumi.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to represent this group of hugely talented singers and performers in thanking you all for the support that you've shown tonight. I would also like to extend my personal congratulations to everyone for a job well done. It has been a fantastic evening. Thank you all once again for coming and good night."
~ * ~
As the audience started to leave the auditorium, Fujima found himself being constantly slapped on the back followed by high praises and congratulations. Nevertheless, nothing pleased him more than seeing his best friend in love. Tearing his eyes from Kogure and Mitsui, his gaze then wandered over to Koshino who was now speaking quietly with Ayako, the two heads millimetres from each other. The CMG President couldn't help but grin widely at the sight; looks to him another romance story was now in the making.
~ * ~
"Hey Sendoh, where's that Ice Prince of yours?"
Sendoh grinned at the description as he tilted his head towards the exit sigh, "He's outside with his mom."
Then turning his attention towards the curly haired girl standing shyly next to Koshino, Sendoh couldn't help but tease, "So, when are we going on that double date, Aya-chan?"
"What double date?" questioned Ayako innocently as her eyes widened.
"The one you two owe me for being such a nice guy," chuckled Sendoh as he playfully nudged his best friend suggestively in the ribs.
~ * ~
"That was the best performance I've ever seen in a very long time. You've certainly proven yourself to be quite a star, hmm, Kaede? I'm sure your father would have been just as proud of you as I am."
"Mother, don't." he stopped abruptly, unsure of how to continue.
Rukawa Reiko's eyes were tender as she spoke up gently, "He loved you."
Her son visible stiffened, "I know. And I. I love him too, but it's much too soon for me to forget."
Although clearly disappointed to hear her son's reply, Reiko nevertheless continue smiling as she added kindly, "I understand. Oh dear, my ride's here. I have to go now, so promise me you'll take care of yourself, okay? Don't forget to call whenever you're free."
"Yes mother."
Reiko laughed when Rukawa rolled his eyes dramatically. She ruffled the dark locks as she chuckled affectionately, "That's my boy."
"Mother!"
Rukawa's mother turned her head abruptly as her sharp ears detected just the barest hint of panic in her son's voice. Reiko hurriedly voiced out her concerns, "What is it Kaede?"
"I love you."
Reiko embraced her son. Crying silent tears of joy, the woman caressed her son's cheek as she muttered back affectionately, "And I love you too Kaede. I love you so much, my son, my greatest pride and joy."
t.b.c. ^_~
By CheeKy
Disclaimer: The following Slam Dunk characters belong to Takehiko Inoue. Any unfamiliar names, places or otherwise will naturally be my properties.
Important Announcement: Chapter Thirteen has been edited for various reasons; there are now more substances to the MitKo relationship. If you like, you can read the repost, but if you're not a MitKo fan, then it's aright. ^^
Note: The Music Fest (and the latest update) is /finally/ here. I'm very, very sorry for its lateness; reedit the chapter so many times and with each edit, I'd added in more lines, hence it's long length. *gulps* Ehehe, it's my longest chapter yet!!! Anyways, I hope you'd all enjoy reading it and don't forget to review, k? ^___________^
To:
fiery-frost ~ Mucha mucha thanks for the kind word!! ^^
Kim ~ Ehehe, my Koshino is so violent in this fic, smacking heads and whatsnot. But he's just being his adorable bad-tempered self. ^_______________^
White Meteor ~ Just wanna extend my thanks here again for your constructive criticisms. I hope you like version two of Chapter Thirteen better. As for KoAya? Hmm, possible, but not as fun. ^______^
abu maktoots [circa '03] ~ *blink blink* Er, what?? Ehehe, never mind. ^_____^ Anyways, I hope you like this chapter too! Not much lovin' going around, just Music. ^^
iNsAnEbEl ~ No, not KiyoJin; it's a MakiKiyo. But would you be interested in reading a MakiKiyoJin triangle? *sniggers* It could happen!! As for them yaoi stuff. . . hmm, I'll try my best!
akane ~ *chuckles* I'll do that once I reedit the whole fic for grammar and stuff. And thanks for the HTML advice!
Lady Artemis ~ You prefer Kaede and Akira straight, and yet you want a SenKosh?? *blink blink*
sapphi-chan ~ Ehehe, just thought I'd mention this hear, but I might be leaving Winter Camp to hang for quite a long while. Have seriously no ideas on how to proceed, so would most probably complete this first before racking brain cells for that. -_____- Still dun like camp so might write all the bad things that can happen in camp. *evil grin*
Jo-san ~ *super glomps* Heeey, I miss hearing from you ne. Write me!
sLL ~ *shakes head in disbelief* It's amazing how weird Karen's anonymous reviewers can be. Am speechless!! -____-
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Chapter Fourteen ~ Music
"Ten minutes guys!" a voice boomed loudly as a gorilla-like face poked inside the men's changing room. Rukawa's eyes widened as he asked, "Who was that?"
"Akagi Takenori. Head boy. He usually takes charge of all the college's activities and acts as the emcee with his vice captain, Uozumi Jun," answered a smiling Kogure as he adjusted his silver tie in front of the mirror. Standing next to the saxophonist, Sendoh carefully applied last minute touches to his gravity-defying hair as he winked suggestively at Rukawa, "Hey gorgeous, looking good."
The boy blushed as he glanced at his dark suit a little self-consciously, "It's been months since I wore this. And funnily enough, it felt right when I put it on."
"Guess you were meant to play the violin after all," grinned Sendoh into the mirror.
Shrugging his shoulders unconcerned, Rukawa merely deadpanned, "I wouldn't be too sure about that, Akira. For your information, I'm still considering my option to play for the Rock Group."
"I heard that!" called out Fujima who was standing several feet away. Turning to face the violinist, the brown-haired boy started shaking his head as he smiled good-humouredly, "You can just forget about that idea Rukawa-kun because letting you go is the last thing on our minds. We didn't go through so much trouble so you could end up playing for the enemy."
"Hey, what do you mean 'we'? I was the one who did all the hard work," interjected Sendoh with a slight pout on his lips.
From the other side of the room, Mitsui snorted in mock annoyance as he slid his arms into his leather jacket, "And what's all this about playing for the enemy, huh?"
Fujima was thankfully saved from answering as Akagi once again poked his head inside, "CMG, you're up in two minutes."
Rubbing his hands excitedly, Fujima then called out loudly, "Alright, this is the moment we've all been waiting for. Let's go guys!"
A resounding cheer was heard as the CMG members troop out in high spirits.
~ * ~
As the red velvet curtains were lowered, sixteen choirgirls quickly made their way backstage as chairs were pulled out in preparation for the Classical Music Group. Ayako's cheeks were flushed red with excitement as she offered the boys words of encouragement, "Better be on your best performance guys, the audience are really into the show tonight."
"Hey, nice outfit Aya-chan," complimented Sendoh as he passed an appreciative eye over the soft chiffon material. Although the design for all the outfits was the same, the girls were nevertheless dressed in different pastel colours. An unbuttoned collar lent itself to a masculine yet distinctively provocative outlook, while the laces that decorated the end of the sleeves was undeniably Victorian in style, providing the girls with a touch of femininity. With her hair draped softly around her shoulders, Ayako looked like she had just descended from the heavens above.
Ayako smiled back warmly, "You don't look so bad yourself, Akira-kun. Ooh, a tailed suit! I hadn't seen one of those for a quite a while. I thought they had gone out of fashion."
"Could anything I wear be unfashionable?" Sendoh grinned widely as he offered his childhood friend a cheeky wink.
"Hmm, big-headed as usual. Well, time for your act. I'll see you later and good luck!" added Ayako as she made her way backstage just as the curtains were raised.
~ * ~
After the applause had died down considerably, Akagi announced into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, you have just heard Fujima Kenji performed 'Kirei no Arashi', an original piece composed by Fujima-san himself. And for the CMG's next group performance, I give to you Dvarak's Symphony No. 9 in E-minor, conducted and arranged by Kogure Kiminobu."
The white baton lifted and dropped in one fluid motion. The strings began first, followed closely by wind instruments and soon after Sendoh interjected with the sounds of the grand piano. The gentle lull of the tranquil piece had the audience murmuring words of approval as they applauded heartily after its end. Kogure then turned towards the audience as he gave a low bow in gratitude. And then the bespectacled young man gestured in Sendoh's direction and the spotlight shifted its focus. Silence descended the auditorium as long and slender fingers ran across ivory and ebony keys, introducing the opening notes of Brahms' Piano Concerto No. 1 in D minor. Gradually, the rest of the orchestra joined in, their different sounds coordinating admirably with the pianist's play.
As it ended, there was a resounding cheer for the group, and when Sendoh stood up to thank the audience, he received loud shouts of appreciation and even shrill whistles. The spiky-haired young man grinned as he waved back with enthusiasm, earning laughter from the audience. As the young man sat down, Uozumi announced into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you Kogure Kiminobu on saxophone. He will be performing his creation 'Ame no Hi', and will be accompanied by Sendoh Akira on piano."
Aida handed his senior the brass instrument and the young man smiled his thanks as he took up position several feet away from a still grinning Sendoh. The older boy then neared the mouthpiece to his lips as Sendoh lined up his fingers in preparation for his cue to cut in. And out of the corner of his eye, Kogure spied Mitsui shaking his head as a slow smile started forming on the guitarist's face. The saxophonist almost chuckled aloud; he had composed this piece when they were mere teenagers, as they both embarked on the road in learning about love and trust. It was one of his finest creations and before the Music Fest began, Kogure had left a note for his boyfriend, explaining that tonight's routine was his way of saying that he believed in Mitsui, and that they were going to be okay.
The young man's heart was light as he blew into the mouthpiece, his fingers deftly up and and down the musical instrument. Time seemed to have stood still as the sounds from the saxophone flooded the auditorium, and the audiences sat rooted in their seats, mesmerised by the youth's performance. Each and every member of the audience applauded heartily when Kogure's routine ended. But it was Mitsui's wide smile that warmed the saxophonist's heart. The young man smiled warmly as he returned to his feet. There was no mistaking the look of bliss on Kogure's face and Fujima playfully threw his best friend a warning glance as he waited for Akagi to finish his announcements.
Tapping the white baton against the music stand in an unconscious sign of impatience, the group's conductor also took the brief interval to give his fellow members a warm and reassuring smile as they mentally prepared themselves for their next performance. Fujima's arm raised as the CMG members raised their instruments to attention. The baton dropped, signalling the members to begin on Beethoven's Concerto for Violin & Orchestra in D major - finale. And as the piece neared its climax, Fujima could be seen raising and dropping his arms animatedly as beads of sweat formed on the young man's forehead. The spotlight was unbearably hot and Fujima gave a loud sigh of relief when the final note was played. He was not the only one feeling at ease; practically the whole orchestra were now breathing easier save for one pale figure whose fingers were still clenching the violin's handle tightly. Fujima glanced worriedly at the impassive face but there was a hint of determination as the young boy stood up to face the crowd.
Bright blue eyes scanned the auditorium as Uozumi spoke aloud into the microphone; the latter's booming voice commanding attention and the applauses gradually soften.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and for the Classical Music Group's closing act, I give to you Rukawa Kaede on violin. I hope you will all enjoy Rukawa-san's rendition of John Corigliano's The Red Violin."
So bent on locating his mother in the dark crowd that Uozumi's words barely registered in Rukawa's ears. It wasn't until an expected silence fell on the audience did the young man realized that he had delayed long enough. A soft wisp of mist escaped the violist's lips as he raised the body of the red violin against his cheek. And then the music started.
Like many years before, Rukawa played as if his life depended on it. The bow passed to and fro the strings, and with each note that was released, Rukawa was mentally and emotionally ridding himself of all his pent-up anger and frustration. His senses were attuned to every note and every twitch of the bow across fine-wire. His arms started to hurt but still the boy continued to play without any hints of slowing down. He heard nothing but his father's reprimand in his ear, and he saw nothing but the image of his frowning father in his mind. The pitch increased noticeably; it was almost as if Rukawa had been possessed.
The violinist almost collapsed to his knees when the final and last note was strung. Both hands dropped limply to his sides as the dark head lowered tiredly. He was emotionally and physically drained and it took all of his willpower to stay on his feet.
The silence that followed was almost eerie as the crowd sat stunned in their seats after such a dramatic performance. The steady rhythm of two hands slapping against each other stirred the boy from his desolate state as he looked up to face the audience. The spotlight shifted abruptly and the audience gave a gasp upon recognising Rukawa Reiko. The tears that ran down the woman's cheeks seemed to break the audience out of their reverie as many more mimicked her actions. It wasn't long before the whole room were on their feet as they clapped their hands with gusto.
Criss-crossing his arms across his hands, Rukawa took a ninety-degree bow as a soft sob escaped his lips. His head continued to hang even after the curtains had fallen. Only when the lights had dimmed did the young man looked up. A half-smile lined the pale face as he instinctively searched Sendoh's eyes. The young man was now advancing in Rukawa's direction with a warm smile pasted on his face. Lightly brushing away the wet droplets on the tear-stained face, Sendoh started tugging the boy backstage as he teased affectionately, "Alright, Kaede, that's enough sobbing already. If you keep this up you'd flood the whole hall."
A choking hiccup escaped Rukawa's lips and Sendoh started laughing at the warm blush that tinged the boy's cheeks. When Rukawa muttered a half- hearted protest to stop Sendoh from laughing at him, the spiky-haired merely smiled tenderly as he gave Rukawa a comforting hug. With his face hidden among the lapels of Sendoh's jacket, Rukawa mumbled just soft enough for Sendoh's ears.
"Arigatou, Akira. For everything."
The pianist merely smiled as he answered quietly, "It has been my greatest pleasure, Kae-chan."
"Baka smiley."
The smile on Sendoh's face merely widened at the teasing endearment.
~ * ~
There was a visible shift in the audience's mood as they mentally prepared themselves for the impending arrival of the two rock bands. Various banners were held up as the whispers grew increasingly loud, until it rose to a steady chant for The Boys and The Monkeys. Only when the audience's level of impatience had reached its peak did Akagi finally hollered excitedly into the microphone, "Now if you will all put your hands together because here comes The Bad Boys!!"
The audiences screamed even as the curtains were being raised. Shrouded in darkness, a single spotlight was suddenly switched on, basking Mitsui in a soft white glow. Clad only in his dark leather jacket and matching leather pants, Mitsui sent the whole crowd into frenzy when he blew a butterfly kiss into the air. And on cue, multi-coloured lights flashed as Mitsui's hand dropped towards his electric guitar. But the crowd's ecstatic screams were no match for the loud music pounding on the huge stereos placed in various positions around the auditorium. Loud whistles interrupted the chants every now and then, and throughout the band's routine, bright light danced around the members, revealing Maki in his tight brown tank top and leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. Miyagi on the other hand, was dressed in a sky-blue shirt unbuttoned all the way to his navel while his coffee coloured slacks provided a touch of boyish charm for the keyboardist. A flash of red from behind the drums showed Youhei in his sleeveless tee, a wide grin on his face as he drummed expertly away.
Without warning, the music died abruptly and all was cloaked in darkness once more. But before panic could set in, bright lights filled the auditorium and the audiences gasped upon realising that the band members had changed. Four young men dressed in pristine white shirts and a brightly coloured tie hanging loosely around their necks now graced the stage. The heads were bowed in coyness as each member stood frozen in a seductive stance. Unable to bear the teasing silence, a distinctive shout by a female fan was heard above the din, "I love you Kiyota!"
Not to be outdone, another girl shouted her idol's name, "I love you Sakuragi!"
This started a chain reaction as the band members' names were shouted one after the other as each fan tried to out shout the other. And somewhere across the middle row, a mantra for The Monkey started, threatening to bring the house down.
Sakuragi started grinning and would have burst into his trademark Tensai laugh had he not caught the warning glance from Jin. The young man had to the grace to blush as he quickly nodded his understanding. Pleased with Sakuragi's maturity, Jin smiled his approval as he started thumping on the drums. As the beat quickened until a steady rhythm, Kiyota masterfully inserted his own sounds; the keyboard's engineered tones resulting in more loud and excited screams. And then Sakuragi's voice invaded the crowd's senses; The Wild and Crazy Monkey's catchy tune earning the approval of their fans as each and every one of them started singing along. Bass guitarist Fukuda evidently knew how to woo the crowd when he suddenly slid to the ground, his fingers never once letting up the quick movement across the guitar's strings. Fans started screaming his name with enthusiasm and the unsmiling young man pumped his fist into the air elatedly at the cheers.
After several more numbers by The Monkeys, the audience's screams rose to an all time high when The Boys reappeared on the stage to join the rest of band members. Mitsui and Maki sauntered across the wide stage with Sakuragi and Fukuda, earning laughter from the crowd when Mitsui and Sakuragi did a mock-fight for the microphone. The audience were tickled further when Maki deftly took control while the other two youths continued their pretence battle with their guitars. Both guitarists threw the crowd an exaggerated look of horror when Maki's suave voice broke out.
In the meantime, Miyagi was lending his assistance for the younger keyboardist. They did a duet with Miyagi contributing his right hand while Kiyota offered his left. Occasionally Kiyota would sing into the microphone, his high-pitched voice a contrast to Maki's baritone. While Jin continued playing on the drums, Youhei took the opportunity to display his skills with the harmonica. The high pitch seemed to annoy Sakuragi who made an exaggerated attempt to swipe the musical instrument away. The audience started laughing as the redhead started chasing the shorter boy around the stage. As Youhei made to leap off the stage, Mitsui strummed the song's final note and the lights slowly faded. And then the velvet maroon-coloured curtains were finally lowered, marking the end of the Rock Group's performances.
~ * ~
Unwavering applauses and shrill whistles ensured the moment the girls finished their last song. With her eyes bright with unshed tears, Ayako took a step forward as she announced into the microphone, "The Classical Music Group!"
Wearing huge smiles on their faces, the CMG's members marched across the stage as they waved their arms high up in the air. And with the loud cheers resonating in the auditorium, Ayako had to shout over the huge noise as she announced with a wide grin, "The Rock Group!"
Again the wild screams of frenzy from the crowd. Taking the microphone from Ayako's shaking hands, Fujima then called out as he gestured towards the group of choirgirls, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you Karejji Kanagawa's Voices of Angels!"
This time the tears slid off the side of Ayako's cheek as the crowd stood to a standing ovation. There was an unmistaken pride in the Music Dean's voice as he accepted the microphone from Uozumi.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to represent this group of hugely talented singers and performers in thanking you all for the support that you've shown tonight. I would also like to extend my personal congratulations to everyone for a job well done. It has been a fantastic evening. Thank you all once again for coming and good night."
~ * ~
As the audience started to leave the auditorium, Fujima found himself being constantly slapped on the back followed by high praises and congratulations. Nevertheless, nothing pleased him more than seeing his best friend in love. Tearing his eyes from Kogure and Mitsui, his gaze then wandered over to Koshino who was now speaking quietly with Ayako, the two heads millimetres from each other. The CMG President couldn't help but grin widely at the sight; looks to him another romance story was now in the making.
~ * ~
"Hey Sendoh, where's that Ice Prince of yours?"
Sendoh grinned at the description as he tilted his head towards the exit sigh, "He's outside with his mom."
Then turning his attention towards the curly haired girl standing shyly next to Koshino, Sendoh couldn't help but tease, "So, when are we going on that double date, Aya-chan?"
"What double date?" questioned Ayako innocently as her eyes widened.
"The one you two owe me for being such a nice guy," chuckled Sendoh as he playfully nudged his best friend suggestively in the ribs.
~ * ~
"That was the best performance I've ever seen in a very long time. You've certainly proven yourself to be quite a star, hmm, Kaede? I'm sure your father would have been just as proud of you as I am."
"Mother, don't." he stopped abruptly, unsure of how to continue.
Rukawa Reiko's eyes were tender as she spoke up gently, "He loved you."
Her son visible stiffened, "I know. And I. I love him too, but it's much too soon for me to forget."
Although clearly disappointed to hear her son's reply, Reiko nevertheless continue smiling as she added kindly, "I understand. Oh dear, my ride's here. I have to go now, so promise me you'll take care of yourself, okay? Don't forget to call whenever you're free."
"Yes mother."
Reiko laughed when Rukawa rolled his eyes dramatically. She ruffled the dark locks as she chuckled affectionately, "That's my boy."
"Mother!"
Rukawa's mother turned her head abruptly as her sharp ears detected just the barest hint of panic in her son's voice. Reiko hurriedly voiced out her concerns, "What is it Kaede?"
"I love you."
Reiko embraced her son. Crying silent tears of joy, the woman caressed her son's cheek as she muttered back affectionately, "And I love you too Kaede. I love you so much, my son, my greatest pride and joy."
t.b.c. ^_~
