Title: Painfully Beautiful Music
Author: Wendy (smartee012@aol.com)
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers has forever known she wanted to be a different cellist, to make a break-through in the classical music scene. When she is given this chance, she must join up with a rock star, a rock star that will bring painful memories to the surface. How will she ever forgive? And will she be able to love to forgiven?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything is the ownership of Joss and his excellent crew. There is no profit made from this, this is purely for fun. A/N: For those who don't know, Peabody is one of the best musically/artistically centered colleges in the U.S.maybe even the world. It is a part of Johns Hopkins.
PROLOGUE - Peabody Institute
It was a sunny day in Baltimore City, a beautiful day. Buffy Summers was sitting with her orchestra friends in front of the music building, under the refuge of a great oak tree's shade.
"Did you hear about that guy called Spike?" Willow asked in between her sandwich munching.
"YES!" Cordelia exclaimed, her hair moving wildly, happy to gossip. "I mean, what kind of name is Spike anyways?" she asked with a touch of distaste.
"Sup.Sup.Supposedly, he broke into the storage room and stole someone's dampit. And of course, their instrument cracked," Tara explained her head down and eyes focused on the bag of potato chips in her hands.
"That's so awful! Know whose instrument it was??!?" Willow, her eyes big and round with shock.
"Well, I'm not surprised. You know how humid the music building is," Cordelia said flipping her hair back.
"So, you don't know whose poor instrument got cracked?" Willow asked.
"No, but Spike was kicked out of school because of the incident. He says he did it on a dare," Tara told them.
"Really! Those rocker kids need to grow up. It's a wonder how they even got into the school," Cordelia superiorly said.
Buffy, sitting with her knees tucked up to her chin, was fazing everything out. All she could hear in her head was, "My cello. Mommy's cello," repeating over and over.
CHAPTER ONE: New Opportunity
Buffy was setting up her music and her cello in the studio, the very expensive studio that she had to beg her father for.
After Peabody, with her talent and her teacher recommendations, Buffy auditioned for the Cleveland Orchestra and made the cut. However, Buffy felt that she must try to reach for her dream. She quit the job after 3 years of experience and was trying to kick start as a new, fresh solo cellist.
Just as she was about to sit down and start her practice, there was a knock on the door.
"Damn." Buffy swore under her breath.
Slowly, putting her cello and bow down to the floor, she walked casually to the door and opened it. In front was a man whom she had never met. The man was a tall, dark man with a blue suit on and briefcase in his hand. He seemed to be a bit anxious and was shuffling around.
"Hello, Ms. Buffy Summers I presume?" the man said in a rehearsed voice.
"Yes. And you are.?" Buffy asked with curiosity.
"Oh! Yes, how rude of me. I am Charles Gunn. You may just call me Gunn," Gunn said with a casual air. "I am here to present you with a proposition Ms. Summers, one which I am sure will spark your interest."
"Hummmmm.Gunn is it? Well, unless this had something to do with me on stage alone, I doubt it'll interest me." Buffy said, getting tired of the man named Gunn and really to get her practice started. She started to walk toward her cello on the floor.
"How about two people on the stage Ms. Summers?" Gunn asked.
"Keep talking," Buffy asked with her back towards him, her interest stirring.
"My boss, Mr. Howard Boorne, would like to sponsor two of the best out and coming artists to collaborate together. He has already chosen a male artist in the rock genre and he hopes to have you collaborate with the man with your cello music to make a fresh appearance to the music scene," Gunn explained with admiration towards his boss.
"A rocker?" Buffy inquired with distaste.
"Yes. He feels the two genre, classical and rock, collaborating will result in fantastical music with a fresh face," Gunn said.
"I'll think about it," Buffy said after a hesitant silence.
"Here's my card. Contact me when you've decided," Gunn said handing her a business card from his inside jacket pocket. Turning around, Gunn left himself out the door.
Locking the door after him, Buffy sank down against the wall.
"This is it," she whispered with tears in her eyes.
A/N: sorry for how short this first chapter seems to be. Please be kind. This is my first shoot at writing fanfic. Anyone that would like to help or give suggestions is welcomed to email me at smartee012@aol.com. Me being a cellist and pianist, tried to make this as much realistic musically as I could.
Dampit (or those who didn't know what it was): an item that is sort of rope- like. It dampened with water and then put into a string instrument (i.e. Cello, violin, viola, or bass). It is to keep the humdity constant. Humdity could seriously damage a string instrument, by cracking and splitting and such.
I.E.humidity in the music building at Peabody is horrid!!!!! Really.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!! =)
Author: Wendy (smartee012@aol.com)
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers has forever known she wanted to be a different cellist, to make a break-through in the classical music scene. When she is given this chance, she must join up with a rock star, a rock star that will bring painful memories to the surface. How will she ever forgive? And will she be able to love to forgiven?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything is the ownership of Joss and his excellent crew. There is no profit made from this, this is purely for fun. A/N: For those who don't know, Peabody is one of the best musically/artistically centered colleges in the U.S.maybe even the world. It is a part of Johns Hopkins.
PROLOGUE - Peabody Institute
It was a sunny day in Baltimore City, a beautiful day. Buffy Summers was sitting with her orchestra friends in front of the music building, under the refuge of a great oak tree's shade.
"Did you hear about that guy called Spike?" Willow asked in between her sandwich munching.
"YES!" Cordelia exclaimed, her hair moving wildly, happy to gossip. "I mean, what kind of name is Spike anyways?" she asked with a touch of distaste.
"Sup.Sup.Supposedly, he broke into the storage room and stole someone's dampit. And of course, their instrument cracked," Tara explained her head down and eyes focused on the bag of potato chips in her hands.
"That's so awful! Know whose instrument it was??!?" Willow, her eyes big and round with shock.
"Well, I'm not surprised. You know how humid the music building is," Cordelia said flipping her hair back.
"So, you don't know whose poor instrument got cracked?" Willow asked.
"No, but Spike was kicked out of school because of the incident. He says he did it on a dare," Tara told them.
"Really! Those rocker kids need to grow up. It's a wonder how they even got into the school," Cordelia superiorly said.
Buffy, sitting with her knees tucked up to her chin, was fazing everything out. All she could hear in her head was, "My cello. Mommy's cello," repeating over and over.
CHAPTER ONE: New Opportunity
Buffy was setting up her music and her cello in the studio, the very expensive studio that she had to beg her father for.
After Peabody, with her talent and her teacher recommendations, Buffy auditioned for the Cleveland Orchestra and made the cut. However, Buffy felt that she must try to reach for her dream. She quit the job after 3 years of experience and was trying to kick start as a new, fresh solo cellist.
Just as she was about to sit down and start her practice, there was a knock on the door.
"Damn." Buffy swore under her breath.
Slowly, putting her cello and bow down to the floor, she walked casually to the door and opened it. In front was a man whom she had never met. The man was a tall, dark man with a blue suit on and briefcase in his hand. He seemed to be a bit anxious and was shuffling around.
"Hello, Ms. Buffy Summers I presume?" the man said in a rehearsed voice.
"Yes. And you are.?" Buffy asked with curiosity.
"Oh! Yes, how rude of me. I am Charles Gunn. You may just call me Gunn," Gunn said with a casual air. "I am here to present you with a proposition Ms. Summers, one which I am sure will spark your interest."
"Hummmmm.Gunn is it? Well, unless this had something to do with me on stage alone, I doubt it'll interest me." Buffy said, getting tired of the man named Gunn and really to get her practice started. She started to walk toward her cello on the floor.
"How about two people on the stage Ms. Summers?" Gunn asked.
"Keep talking," Buffy asked with her back towards him, her interest stirring.
"My boss, Mr. Howard Boorne, would like to sponsor two of the best out and coming artists to collaborate together. He has already chosen a male artist in the rock genre and he hopes to have you collaborate with the man with your cello music to make a fresh appearance to the music scene," Gunn explained with admiration towards his boss.
"A rocker?" Buffy inquired with distaste.
"Yes. He feels the two genre, classical and rock, collaborating will result in fantastical music with a fresh face," Gunn said.
"I'll think about it," Buffy said after a hesitant silence.
"Here's my card. Contact me when you've decided," Gunn said handing her a business card from his inside jacket pocket. Turning around, Gunn left himself out the door.
Locking the door after him, Buffy sank down against the wall.
"This is it," she whispered with tears in her eyes.
A/N: sorry for how short this first chapter seems to be. Please be kind. This is my first shoot at writing fanfic. Anyone that would like to help or give suggestions is welcomed to email me at smartee012@aol.com. Me being a cellist and pianist, tried to make this as much realistic musically as I could.
Dampit (or those who didn't know what it was): an item that is sort of rope- like. It dampened with water and then put into a string instrument (i.e. Cello, violin, viola, or bass). It is to keep the humdity constant. Humdity could seriously damage a string instrument, by cracking and splitting and such.
I.E.humidity in the music building at Peabody is horrid!!!!! Really.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!! =)
