Soul feels the inevitable surge of warm fondness he always feels at Rossini. Il Signor Bruschino is not his favorite piece, but it holds the same aura of comfort that the composer always does. Really, it is not a very 'cool' way to feel. But if he doesn't tell his friends, it can be as cool as he wants it to be.
And the comfort is welcome. He has been on edge all evening, as he has not seen his mother since he came to the DWMA. And showing up without warning at one of her concerts is most likely not the best avenue for reigniting the relationship.
As a younger teen, he had been vindictive about her place as the principle trumpet player. After all, a more coveted position took more talent that not was worth. The thought process betrayed a premature bitterness in him, but he never voiced the opinion, anyway.
At any rate, the sound of the trumpet was pristine and mistake-free. His mother was a woman of music, after all. No mistakes, not ever.
And the must've been the root of their problem. Wes was brilliant at music, they all knew. More than that, he had a self-assured confidence in his musical abilities that Soul lacked. Not that he wasn't confident...just, a different, more aggressive confidence was his style, a sort that spoke more of argumentative teenage spirit than pure talent. Or at least, that's how Soul figured adults must see it.
And his mother wasn't cruel to him because of it. His bad attitude about music. She didn't make demands of him, didn't even act disappointed in him. Retrospectively, she must have known that he cared very much about the piano. And she had not pressured him.
And that made Soul feel all the worse about the issue. He could not explain why, but it did. After everything, it was just easier to not speak with his family. And the more Soul saw of the world, the more he thought that that was just the way of things for most people. Family fell away sometimes, and that was it.
The song ended. And Soul sat in the theater, hearing the music of another Italian composer that he could not place the name of. He hadn't picked up a program, though, so he'd have to live with not knowing.
A/N: this is probably cliche...but I really like Soul because I feel as if my orchestra experience allows me to relate to him in a way I can't with many characters. He is a sweetie. Please review!