Note: Hi everyone! This is my second fan fic released to commemorate the Fourth of July. It is an extremely AU fic, as you would notice if you read further on. I hope you like this one, and if you have something to say about it, please do in the reviews. Happy Independence Day everyone!
La Concerto del Morte
A lively, opulent crowd gathered in the main hall of New York's renowned Carnegie Hall. The night was young, and the beautiful scarlet carpet was littered with men dressed in the finest Italian suits and women resplendent in the most luxurious designer gowns. Wealthy patrons walked about, chatting with their fellow music lovers about the latest news rocking the silent world of the classical art. Above the room, a beautiful poster read "The Seduction of the Violin Tour: One Night Only in Carnegie Hall." On it was a picture of an ancient-looking violin, a rare piece made by the master himself—Antonio Stradivari. And in one corner of the richly decorated room were two young people bracing themselves against the wall, oblivious to the fact that most of their "companions" had mops of silver on their heads.
"What time are they opening the doors? It's 7:30 and I can't wait any longer. How can these people stand through a waiting period like this?" said the youthful woman who wore a black dress that hugged her body nicely.
Her escort for the evening, a tall, young man wearing a creamy, white tuxedo matched with a midnight black dress shirt and a tie, replied, "Well you know what rich farts like to do." Fiddling with his fingers a bit to form a graceful mockery of a socialite gesture, he continued in an obviously faked British accent, "Oh darling, did you hear about Maria's yacht? It sank it the Pacific Ocean last week with her five billion dollar jewels! And they were Bvlgari! What a waste! I could have bought all of that you know? I mean, my husband is some rich tycoon who can afford Angola!"
The young woman stifled a laugh and slapped her friend's mouth playfully and said, "Seifer, shut up! You can do that when we're outside. Can't you see that we're around these...what did you call them again?"
Seifer smirked and replied, "Rich farts."
"Yeah! Oh shut up will you! Sometimes I wonder why I even go out with you," the woman replied while crossing her arms, the dark grey silk shawl on her shoulders falling slightly to expose her creamy white shoulder.
Gently replacing the shawl where it used to be, he tenderly whispered into the lady's ear, "That's because I love you and you love me Quistis Trepe."
"Sounds corny, but I like it," replied Quistis while leaning over to kiss her boyfriend's cheek. Being in a place like this, it was very inappropriate for them to engage in one of their passionate kisses. "You know, you just said something that sounds very much like the lyrics from the Barney the Dinosaur theme song."
"I like Barney," Seifer replied while taking her into his arms, caressing her spine delicately with his fingers.
Quistis almost melted into his gaze and was about to kiss him when the ushers opened the door to the auditorium, gesturing for the guests to come in.
Seifer winked at Quistis and offered her his arm. "Shall we?"
Quistis held her head up high slightly to emphasize her elegant neckline (which was much more beautiful than the ones the other billion-dollar woman had, mind you), and took Seifer's arm while returning his wink. Drawing two tickets out of their purse, a young usher directed them to their seats, ones that were situated right in front of the stage. Tonight was the night that they had decided to celebrate their anniversary as a couple together. Although Seifer was the type who would have slept through a recital such as this one, he decided to come along for the sake of Quistis, a passionate lover of the art of the violin. After hours of listening to a new CD she had purchased a few days earlier in Virgin Records store, she decided that it was probably time to let out some cash.
And this recital was most probably worth it—one that showcased the amazing virtuoso talents of world-famous violinist Rinoa Heartilly. Her fame had risen along with a most celebrated performance in the Paris Opera House, and so it went on. She began touring the most noted houses of classical music around the world—from the La Scala Opera House to Covent Garden to the Met to the Vienna Opera House and tonight, New York's prestigious Carnegie Hall. Her Stradivarius violin, the famous Cremona "Seduzione" (seduction) 1715, was rumored to have the richest depth and sound of any of the master's great instruments. It was a delight to listen to her, and Seifer, who had at first protested about coming to a recital with a bunch of snooty rich people, was immediately taken by storm after listening to one of the pieces Quistis had encouraged him to listen to. Lured by the seductive sounds of the Italian masterpiece, and by the dexterity of Rinoa Heartilly's lightning fingers, he agreed to come for a night of music and celebration with his honey.
"Seifer what time is it?" Quistis asked as she turned of her cellular phone in her purse.
"It's almost 8:00, about 10 minutes left. Why so impatient Quisty?" he asked, placing his arm around her shoulder.
"Seifer, I'm excited. I've been dying to see this concert. I have been waiting for over an hour. My legs are tired from standing. It's almost 8:00 but not quite. I am a big fan of Rinoa Heartilly," she said in an irritated monotone. "If you want to know why I am impatient, maybe you should use your common sense to understand that I am itching to listen to her music."
Seifer said, "Whoa! Don't need to get all sarcastic you know?" She continued to stare at him blankly. "Okay, I'm sorry!"
Quistis just smiled and kissed his lips softly, "Alright, I forgive you. So what time is it again?"
Seifer laughed at her choice of words and showed her his watch. The clock read 7:58, two minutes before Rinoa's recital. Quistis began tapping her fingers on the armrest, wondering if she had probably gone too early. Just when she was about to get lost into her own world of thought, the lights in the auditorium dimmed, and the rich, full sounds of the famed Seduzione began resonating in the chambers of the auditorium. The introductory piece, the Fifth Caprice from Niccolo Paganini's famed 24 Caprices Opus 1, enthralled the entire audience as the curtains were drawn to reveal a beautiful Eurasian woman playing the violin superfluously as she sat on a small stool that supported her weight. Her sounds mesmerized the audience, and when the full two and a half minutes of her bravura masterpiece had come to an end, she stopped, placing the horrendously expensive violin by her side and her bow on the other. The audience roared in applause, and she took a bow, stepping forward to grab the microphone in front of her.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," she stopped when the audience applauded her. She smiled warmly and continued, "It truly is wonderful to see all of you here tonight in my Seduction of the Violin Recital at Carnegie Hall. Thank you very much for sharing this evening with me, and I hope you will enjoy the selection of pieces I have chosen for you for tonight's recital. My next piece is Kriesler's Liebeslied for violin and piano, and accompanying me tonight is Carnegie Hall's resident pianist and a long time friend of mine, Irvine Kinneas." She gestured over to the left side of the stage and a handsome man wearing a black tuxedo came out. Having his hair done in a ponytail, he bowed to the audience and kissed Rinoa's hand lightly before taking his seat on the piano stool.
And so began their enchanting duets of string and key—Rinoa effortlessly swinging her bow over the sacred instrument as Irvine gracefully played the keys like a tamer. The evening passed as beautiful music bounced back the acoustic walls of Carnegie Hall, and the audience would cheer and "Bravo!" the duo as they played their pieces of seduction. An hour later, after finishing a famous gypsy violin piece, Rinoa placed her Seduzione on a stand and approached Irvine Kinneas the pianist. Taking his hand, he brought him over to the audience and bowed down, with the curtain closing after the first two standing ovations.
"I don't believe it! We paid this much for a one-hour recital?" Quistis screeched as she applauded the skillful musicians.
"Uh, Quisty..." Seifer said while taking the program sheet from his coat pocket.
"The nerve! I want more!" she said rather loudly, causing quite a few heads to look in her direction.
Suddenly, the head patron of the concert announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be having a 20 minute intermission. Please be back 5 minutes before 9:20 PM."
And with that, Quistis blushed heavily in front of Seifer and the staring crowd. "Yup! I want more after the 20 minute intermission!" she added with a sigh.
"Hey, I told you to be more patient," Seifer gently said while taking his seat.
"Sorry Seifer. I guess I was carried away by her performance. So...how did you like it?" she nudged the tall blonde.
"Honestly, I've never been to a concert I've enjoyed this much. She's a great violinist, and that Irvine guy is a great pianist too," Seifer answered.
"Well, I'm glad you enjo..." Quistis was suddenly interrupted in the middle of her sentence when she heard a voice calling her.
"Quisty? Quistis Trepe? What are you doing here?"
Quistis whirled around and came face to face with a perky brunette in a yellow dress with gravity defying hair. "Selphie?! I didn't know you went to these classical events!"
Selphie laughed and placed the stray lock of hair covering her forehead behind her ear. "I sometimes do when my boyfriend is playing."
Seifer overheard the words "boyfriend" and "playing" in the same sentence and turned around. "Irvine Kinneas the pianist is your boyfriend?!"
Selphie took the momentarily empty spot beside Quistis and replied, "Yes! Irvine is really good. I mean can you believe I got free tickets? And this is a world tour!"
Quistis' mouth dropped and she said, "You got free tickets and you didn't even tell us that you had connections?"
Selphie fidgeted and said, "Well, I didn't know you wanted to go to Rinoa's concert. I mean, honestly, if I had known, I would have given you guys some tickets too!"
Quistis put a hand on Selphie's shoulder and said, "Oh don't worry about it! I'm glad I paid for this. I mean, wasn't that gypsy piece just amazing? And the caprice! Wow!"
Selphie laughed and agreed, "Yeah! It's as if her fingers were superhuman or something. Her Mozart solo was incredible! She's wonderful! Hey guys..."
Seifer and Quistis said in unison, "Yeah?"
"You know...I can get us in Rinoa's dressing room. I mean Irvine after all is her good friend so I guess it's pretty easy for us to get in as well," she mischievously suggested.
Quistis stuttered, "Y-y-you c-c-can do that for m-m-me? Sure!"
Selphie hugged her friend and said, "Oh that would be great! Hey, I think the concert's about to continue so I'll just scoot off to my seat!"
Quistis gave her a girl peck on the cheek and said, "Alright! So where do we meet after the concert?"
Selphie thought of it for a moment and answered, "What about right here?"
Quistis said, "That would be great!"
"Okay bye!"
"Bye!"
Seifer put an arm around Quistis' shoulder and asked, "Why is it that when girls say goodbye, it takes them forever to do so?"
Quistis leaned on his shoulder and said, "Because it's a girl thing. You wouldn't understand even if I tried to explain it." They just stayed in that position for a few more minutes until the curtains rose, and where there used to be only a stool and a piano was a fully equipped orchestra. After the audience gave their applause, Rinoa came in a sparkling red evening gown with her hair tied back in an attractive do (remember Julia in Galbadia Hotel) and her violin on her side. She waved to the audience and they cheered for her. Sitting down on the stool beside the conductor, she began adjusting her strings and checked for adjustments. When she was done, she smiled to the conductor and nodded. The conductor nodded back and waved his baton, signaling the orchestra to begin. After a brief musical introduction, Rinoa gracefully raised her bow and started running it through her Stradivarius, filling the room once again with its mesmerizing music.
After three long concertos by Brahms, Bach, and Beethoven, the audience gave her a standing ovation and Rinoa complied by nodding, smiling, and bowing at the audience. The people in the front row handed a bouquet of roses to the instrumental genius and she gladly accepted it, placing the flowers in an upright position in her violin case. She stood there smiling, and when the audience settled down, she took the microphone in her hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it would be a great honor to introduce to you Mr. Nida Ozawa and his wonderful orchestra. Much deserved applause for their beautiful music," she said with a heartwarming smile. The audience applauded and when they were done, she continued, "And for the final two pieces of the evening, Carnegie Hall's orchestra and I shall be doing Paganini's famous 24th caprice and the Tsardash Gipsy Violin Solo with Mr. Ozawa's orchestra."
She took her seat on the stool and began playing the hair-raisingly difficult 24th caprice, switching from octaves and scales to plucks and other feats deemed impossible by amateur violinists. After the exhilarating performance was over, she took a deep breath and bowed to the audience and they stood and clapped their hands in appreciation. Rinoa gave them the most beautiful smile she could muster and once again spoke into the microphone.
"Thank you once again ladies and gentlemen. Although this is the last piece for the evening," she chuckled when the audience groaned. "I must say that this is one of the most wonderful crowds I have ever performed with. I hope to see you again next time, and I do hope you have a wonderful evening. And now, for the finale, the Tsardash piece." Nida raised his baton once again, and the orchestra sounded their harmonious sounds, accompanying Rinoa as she played the seductive violin piece that had turned the world's attention to her. When the last note was sounded however, several bloodcurdling screams were heard from the audience as one by one, the patrons of the performance died on the spot. Rinoa turned pale, and immediately ran inside, carrying the Seduzione with her.
"Oh Gosh Seifer, what happened?" Quistis asked the blonde.
"I think all the patrons are dead," he answered, his knuckles white with fear.
In the middle column of seats, Selphie Tilmitt stood up and signaled Quistis and Seifer to follow her to one of the rooms. While the three friends ran towards the backstage, the crowd in the auditorium began running outside, unaware that the gifted performer they had applauded only minutes ago was now nowhere to be seen.
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Ah, my first chapter is done. I hope you guys like the ideas I put in the story. Hope it's not too complicated or something. Read and review please. Next Chapter: Backstage.
La Concerto del Morte
A lively, opulent crowd gathered in the main hall of New York's renowned Carnegie Hall. The night was young, and the beautiful scarlet carpet was littered with men dressed in the finest Italian suits and women resplendent in the most luxurious designer gowns. Wealthy patrons walked about, chatting with their fellow music lovers about the latest news rocking the silent world of the classical art. Above the room, a beautiful poster read "The Seduction of the Violin Tour: One Night Only in Carnegie Hall." On it was a picture of an ancient-looking violin, a rare piece made by the master himself—Antonio Stradivari. And in one corner of the richly decorated room were two young people bracing themselves against the wall, oblivious to the fact that most of their "companions" had mops of silver on their heads.
"What time are they opening the doors? It's 7:30 and I can't wait any longer. How can these people stand through a waiting period like this?" said the youthful woman who wore a black dress that hugged her body nicely.
Her escort for the evening, a tall, young man wearing a creamy, white tuxedo matched with a midnight black dress shirt and a tie, replied, "Well you know what rich farts like to do." Fiddling with his fingers a bit to form a graceful mockery of a socialite gesture, he continued in an obviously faked British accent, "Oh darling, did you hear about Maria's yacht? It sank it the Pacific Ocean last week with her five billion dollar jewels! And they were Bvlgari! What a waste! I could have bought all of that you know? I mean, my husband is some rich tycoon who can afford Angola!"
The young woman stifled a laugh and slapped her friend's mouth playfully and said, "Seifer, shut up! You can do that when we're outside. Can't you see that we're around these...what did you call them again?"
Seifer smirked and replied, "Rich farts."
"Yeah! Oh shut up will you! Sometimes I wonder why I even go out with you," the woman replied while crossing her arms, the dark grey silk shawl on her shoulders falling slightly to expose her creamy white shoulder.
Gently replacing the shawl where it used to be, he tenderly whispered into the lady's ear, "That's because I love you and you love me Quistis Trepe."
"Sounds corny, but I like it," replied Quistis while leaning over to kiss her boyfriend's cheek. Being in a place like this, it was very inappropriate for them to engage in one of their passionate kisses. "You know, you just said something that sounds very much like the lyrics from the Barney the Dinosaur theme song."
"I like Barney," Seifer replied while taking her into his arms, caressing her spine delicately with his fingers.
Quistis almost melted into his gaze and was about to kiss him when the ushers opened the door to the auditorium, gesturing for the guests to come in.
Seifer winked at Quistis and offered her his arm. "Shall we?"
Quistis held her head up high slightly to emphasize her elegant neckline (which was much more beautiful than the ones the other billion-dollar woman had, mind you), and took Seifer's arm while returning his wink. Drawing two tickets out of their purse, a young usher directed them to their seats, ones that were situated right in front of the stage. Tonight was the night that they had decided to celebrate their anniversary as a couple together. Although Seifer was the type who would have slept through a recital such as this one, he decided to come along for the sake of Quistis, a passionate lover of the art of the violin. After hours of listening to a new CD she had purchased a few days earlier in Virgin Records store, she decided that it was probably time to let out some cash.
And this recital was most probably worth it—one that showcased the amazing virtuoso talents of world-famous violinist Rinoa Heartilly. Her fame had risen along with a most celebrated performance in the Paris Opera House, and so it went on. She began touring the most noted houses of classical music around the world—from the La Scala Opera House to Covent Garden to the Met to the Vienna Opera House and tonight, New York's prestigious Carnegie Hall. Her Stradivarius violin, the famous Cremona "Seduzione" (seduction) 1715, was rumored to have the richest depth and sound of any of the master's great instruments. It was a delight to listen to her, and Seifer, who had at first protested about coming to a recital with a bunch of snooty rich people, was immediately taken by storm after listening to one of the pieces Quistis had encouraged him to listen to. Lured by the seductive sounds of the Italian masterpiece, and by the dexterity of Rinoa Heartilly's lightning fingers, he agreed to come for a night of music and celebration with his honey.
"Seifer what time is it?" Quistis asked as she turned of her cellular phone in her purse.
"It's almost 8:00, about 10 minutes left. Why so impatient Quisty?" he asked, placing his arm around her shoulder.
"Seifer, I'm excited. I've been dying to see this concert. I have been waiting for over an hour. My legs are tired from standing. It's almost 8:00 but not quite. I am a big fan of Rinoa Heartilly," she said in an irritated monotone. "If you want to know why I am impatient, maybe you should use your common sense to understand that I am itching to listen to her music."
Seifer said, "Whoa! Don't need to get all sarcastic you know?" She continued to stare at him blankly. "Okay, I'm sorry!"
Quistis just smiled and kissed his lips softly, "Alright, I forgive you. So what time is it again?"
Seifer laughed at her choice of words and showed her his watch. The clock read 7:58, two minutes before Rinoa's recital. Quistis began tapping her fingers on the armrest, wondering if she had probably gone too early. Just when she was about to get lost into her own world of thought, the lights in the auditorium dimmed, and the rich, full sounds of the famed Seduzione began resonating in the chambers of the auditorium. The introductory piece, the Fifth Caprice from Niccolo Paganini's famed 24 Caprices Opus 1, enthralled the entire audience as the curtains were drawn to reveal a beautiful Eurasian woman playing the violin superfluously as she sat on a small stool that supported her weight. Her sounds mesmerized the audience, and when the full two and a half minutes of her bravura masterpiece had come to an end, she stopped, placing the horrendously expensive violin by her side and her bow on the other. The audience roared in applause, and she took a bow, stepping forward to grab the microphone in front of her.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," she stopped when the audience applauded her. She smiled warmly and continued, "It truly is wonderful to see all of you here tonight in my Seduction of the Violin Recital at Carnegie Hall. Thank you very much for sharing this evening with me, and I hope you will enjoy the selection of pieces I have chosen for you for tonight's recital. My next piece is Kriesler's Liebeslied for violin and piano, and accompanying me tonight is Carnegie Hall's resident pianist and a long time friend of mine, Irvine Kinneas." She gestured over to the left side of the stage and a handsome man wearing a black tuxedo came out. Having his hair done in a ponytail, he bowed to the audience and kissed Rinoa's hand lightly before taking his seat on the piano stool.
And so began their enchanting duets of string and key—Rinoa effortlessly swinging her bow over the sacred instrument as Irvine gracefully played the keys like a tamer. The evening passed as beautiful music bounced back the acoustic walls of Carnegie Hall, and the audience would cheer and "Bravo!" the duo as they played their pieces of seduction. An hour later, after finishing a famous gypsy violin piece, Rinoa placed her Seduzione on a stand and approached Irvine Kinneas the pianist. Taking his hand, he brought him over to the audience and bowed down, with the curtain closing after the first two standing ovations.
"I don't believe it! We paid this much for a one-hour recital?" Quistis screeched as she applauded the skillful musicians.
"Uh, Quisty..." Seifer said while taking the program sheet from his coat pocket.
"The nerve! I want more!" she said rather loudly, causing quite a few heads to look in her direction.
Suddenly, the head patron of the concert announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be having a 20 minute intermission. Please be back 5 minutes before 9:20 PM."
And with that, Quistis blushed heavily in front of Seifer and the staring crowd. "Yup! I want more after the 20 minute intermission!" she added with a sigh.
"Hey, I told you to be more patient," Seifer gently said while taking his seat.
"Sorry Seifer. I guess I was carried away by her performance. So...how did you like it?" she nudged the tall blonde.
"Honestly, I've never been to a concert I've enjoyed this much. She's a great violinist, and that Irvine guy is a great pianist too," Seifer answered.
"Well, I'm glad you enjo..." Quistis was suddenly interrupted in the middle of her sentence when she heard a voice calling her.
"Quisty? Quistis Trepe? What are you doing here?"
Quistis whirled around and came face to face with a perky brunette in a yellow dress with gravity defying hair. "Selphie?! I didn't know you went to these classical events!"
Selphie laughed and placed the stray lock of hair covering her forehead behind her ear. "I sometimes do when my boyfriend is playing."
Seifer overheard the words "boyfriend" and "playing" in the same sentence and turned around. "Irvine Kinneas the pianist is your boyfriend?!"
Selphie took the momentarily empty spot beside Quistis and replied, "Yes! Irvine is really good. I mean can you believe I got free tickets? And this is a world tour!"
Quistis' mouth dropped and she said, "You got free tickets and you didn't even tell us that you had connections?"
Selphie fidgeted and said, "Well, I didn't know you wanted to go to Rinoa's concert. I mean, honestly, if I had known, I would have given you guys some tickets too!"
Quistis put a hand on Selphie's shoulder and said, "Oh don't worry about it! I'm glad I paid for this. I mean, wasn't that gypsy piece just amazing? And the caprice! Wow!"
Selphie laughed and agreed, "Yeah! It's as if her fingers were superhuman or something. Her Mozart solo was incredible! She's wonderful! Hey guys..."
Seifer and Quistis said in unison, "Yeah?"
"You know...I can get us in Rinoa's dressing room. I mean Irvine after all is her good friend so I guess it's pretty easy for us to get in as well," she mischievously suggested.
Quistis stuttered, "Y-y-you c-c-can do that for m-m-me? Sure!"
Selphie hugged her friend and said, "Oh that would be great! Hey, I think the concert's about to continue so I'll just scoot off to my seat!"
Quistis gave her a girl peck on the cheek and said, "Alright! So where do we meet after the concert?"
Selphie thought of it for a moment and answered, "What about right here?"
Quistis said, "That would be great!"
"Okay bye!"
"Bye!"
Seifer put an arm around Quistis' shoulder and asked, "Why is it that when girls say goodbye, it takes them forever to do so?"
Quistis leaned on his shoulder and said, "Because it's a girl thing. You wouldn't understand even if I tried to explain it." They just stayed in that position for a few more minutes until the curtains rose, and where there used to be only a stool and a piano was a fully equipped orchestra. After the audience gave their applause, Rinoa came in a sparkling red evening gown with her hair tied back in an attractive do (remember Julia in Galbadia Hotel) and her violin on her side. She waved to the audience and they cheered for her. Sitting down on the stool beside the conductor, she began adjusting her strings and checked for adjustments. When she was done, she smiled to the conductor and nodded. The conductor nodded back and waved his baton, signaling the orchestra to begin. After a brief musical introduction, Rinoa gracefully raised her bow and started running it through her Stradivarius, filling the room once again with its mesmerizing music.
After three long concertos by Brahms, Bach, and Beethoven, the audience gave her a standing ovation and Rinoa complied by nodding, smiling, and bowing at the audience. The people in the front row handed a bouquet of roses to the instrumental genius and she gladly accepted it, placing the flowers in an upright position in her violin case. She stood there smiling, and when the audience settled down, she took the microphone in her hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it would be a great honor to introduce to you Mr. Nida Ozawa and his wonderful orchestra. Much deserved applause for their beautiful music," she said with a heartwarming smile. The audience applauded and when they were done, she continued, "And for the final two pieces of the evening, Carnegie Hall's orchestra and I shall be doing Paganini's famous 24th caprice and the Tsardash Gipsy Violin Solo with Mr. Ozawa's orchestra."
She took her seat on the stool and began playing the hair-raisingly difficult 24th caprice, switching from octaves and scales to plucks and other feats deemed impossible by amateur violinists. After the exhilarating performance was over, she took a deep breath and bowed to the audience and they stood and clapped their hands in appreciation. Rinoa gave them the most beautiful smile she could muster and once again spoke into the microphone.
"Thank you once again ladies and gentlemen. Although this is the last piece for the evening," she chuckled when the audience groaned. "I must say that this is one of the most wonderful crowds I have ever performed with. I hope to see you again next time, and I do hope you have a wonderful evening. And now, for the finale, the Tsardash piece." Nida raised his baton once again, and the orchestra sounded their harmonious sounds, accompanying Rinoa as she played the seductive violin piece that had turned the world's attention to her. When the last note was sounded however, several bloodcurdling screams were heard from the audience as one by one, the patrons of the performance died on the spot. Rinoa turned pale, and immediately ran inside, carrying the Seduzione with her.
"Oh Gosh Seifer, what happened?" Quistis asked the blonde.
"I think all the patrons are dead," he answered, his knuckles white with fear.
In the middle column of seats, Selphie Tilmitt stood up and signaled Quistis and Seifer to follow her to one of the rooms. While the three friends ran towards the backstage, the crowd in the auditorium began running outside, unaware that the gifted performer they had applauded only minutes ago was now nowhere to be seen.
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Ah, my first chapter is done. I hope you guys like the ideas I put in the story. Hope it's not too complicated or something. Read and review please. Next Chapter: Backstage.