Hey guys! Kitty29 here with the second chapter of 'To Follow The Music.' Wrote this while trying to decide which why I should start chapter 17 of 'Colours'. I know how I'm gonna start it now, all I have to do it actually write it...
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Today's the day! The new day! The day that his band would finally get the singer that they so desperately needed. Gilbert was so happy that he actually skipped down the street towards the uptight Austrian's home, gathering stares from the few people on the street but he didn't care. Today was going down in history as the day his band gained their amazingly talented singer.
Note to self. Come up with a name for the band so that it can go down in the history books.
Gilbert bounced up the steps two at a time, so confident that the other was expecting him that he was sure that the door was unlocked. His theory was disproved as soon as he tried to open the door. Shit, damn Austrian and his not letting people walk into his house. Well whatever, this was just another funny point in the story he would tell during the countless interviews he was sure to get. He smirked before he went around to try the back door, only to see that that was locked too, before he went back to the front and sat down. Resting his back against the white door he waited for the dark haired man to come back. For obviously he had just walked out for a bit and thought that he could get back before Gilbert came. Duh.
After a good five minutes of sitting in silence (let us be reminded that this is Gilbert we're talking about and five minutes in silence was certainly something impressive) a sound wafted through the door and into his ears. At first it caught him off guard, as he was not expecting anyone to be in the house, but then he felt anger. Had that Austrian been inside there all this time playing his piano and ignored the awesomeness that is himself? Why, it was madness! It was unacceptable! Such deeds should be against the law!
Though as he continued to listen he realized that this was not Roderich. Because of his awesome musical sense he would pick out Roderich's playing from a line of pianists (not to mention he heard more than his fair share of the Austrian's rage induced Chopin playing) and he could conclude that this definitely was not Roderich. The person who was playing was good, but not nearly as talented.
That of course brought on another question. Who was this new person who managed to get himself into the locked house? And why wasn't he letting him in? Seriously, these acts should be against the law. The law. God. Dammit.
He was just about to jump up and knock on the door when a new sound hit his ears. No, not his ears. It penetrated through his whole body and caused his breath to catch in his throat.
That voice... That voice...
Even with its quality muffed through the door, even though he couldn't hear the words being song that voice was just so...
Wonderful, beautiful, wicked, fantastic, fabulous, smashing, bon, maravilloso, the bomb, the bees frinkin' knees, it was... Awesome.
And it was exactly what he was looking for. Just thinking about that voice singing his songs actually gave him a bit of a hard on, that's how good it was.
"Gilbert?"
Well, that just caused it to wilt. He looked up to see the owner of the house walking down the front path, a bag of what Gilbert assumed to be groceries in hand. The confusion on Roderich's face only lasted a moment for he quickly realized just what the Prussian was here for. His face then took on an expression of annoyance as he continued to walk up the path to his house. "Gilbert, I told you I will not be a part of your band!"
Roderich's raised voice caused whoever was playing inside to stop dead and Gilbert cussed under his breath. He would punch himself in the face to hear that voice again.
"Fine, whatever, don't be in my band. You're not awesome enough anyway." Gilbert scoffed before deciding this would be a good time to stand. "Just let me in your house, okay?"
The hand that was digging in his pocket for the house keys stalled and he stopped walking to give the albino a suspicious stare. "And why should I do that?"
"Because I have been out here for quite some time and would really like a glass of water, if you don't mind."
...Is what Gilbert should have said, but in his excitement, what came out was, "Have you heard whoever's inside sing? Holy fucking batshit, Rod! He's wwaaaaayyyy better than you! I need him for my band!"
As soon as those last words left his lips Roderich got defensive. "Get off my property." He demanded, narrowing his eyes at his former school mate. Gilbert groped at him.
"Come ON! Five minutes that's all I want!"
As Gilbert walked towards him Roderich angled his body so that the pocket holding his key was facing away from the albino.
"You can't make his decisions for him! Just let me in! Or bring him out, I don't care!"
"And I told you to get off my property! I will not have you harassing one of my students!"
Gilbert smirked. "Aha! So it's one of your students!"
In his head Roderich cussed at himself. Though that information wasn't anything too impressive, as he had multiple students, he rather the other not know anything about any of them.
"I just want to talk to him Rod! That's fucking it!"
"I said NO!"
"HEY!"
A new, loud third voice caused the two arguing males to look over at the neighbouring house where a certain Swiss police officer lived. And it was that same Swiss police officer that was glaring at the two of them, his hand rested threateningly on top of his gun. "Is there a problem?"
Knowing that he now had an ally Roderich looked back at Gilbert smugly. Gilbert looked between the two males and scowled. He locked eyes with Roderich and gave him one of his more intimidating stares that would have normally made people do whatever he wanted. Though because it was Roderich, a man who had more than four years of these stares, he didn't even flinch but met it with a glare of his own.
"...No problem," Gilbert said, his eyes never leaving the Austrian's face. "I was just leaving."
The Swiss man relaxed and crossed his arms over his chest though he didn't take his eyes away from Gilbert until he was away from the Austrian's lot and quite far up the street.
Well that didn't go quite as planned but hell, have to look on the good side! He found his singer! Though he knew nothing about him or even what he looked like. For all he knew he could be as uptight as his teacher but fuck it! He, the great Gilbert Beilschmidt, may be walking away now (and only because he wanted to not because he was scared or anything. That would be stupid) but he would be back. Ohoho he would. Be. BACK!
No one would stand between him and his future front man. No. Fucking. One.
/ / / \ \ \
"Matthew, would you mind staying the night?"
Matthew blinked at his piano teachers' request. It wasn't like he had never stayed the night before; in fact he had stayed the night many times. Mostly because his piano lessons some times ran a bit late, late enough that Roderich's girlfriend Elizabeta already had dinner ready and insisted that Matthew stay and eat with them. Of course, by the time the dinner was over it was quite late and she didn't like the thought of the young boy taking the bus back to his home, which was a good forty or so minutes away, and would drive him back. Though, after realizing that their house was closer to Matthew's school than his own decided that it would be better if he instead stayed in the guest room.
So what Roderich was asking of him wasn't partially strange. What was strange however, was the fact that he was asking in the first place. Him staying over was something that usually just happened. Nevertheless, he nodded.
"Oh, well, okay. I just have to call my dad and make sure it's okay."
Roderich nodded back. "That's fine, you can call him after class."
The reason he wanted him to stay over was, well, it was Gilbert. Though he hated to admit it, Gilbert made him nervous. With his unpredictable behaviour he honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was outside or just down the street waiting for the young boy so that they could 'talk', as he so put it. Or whatever his real motive was.
A light sigh escaped him and he rubbed his temple. 'Would that white haired, red eyed weirdo ever leave him alone?' He was felt forced to question.
The blond slowed in his playing so that he could glance up at the dark haired male with his large, violet blue eyes. "Is something wrong?"
Roderich just released another sigh before he forced a small smile. "No, it fine. Remember to watch your hands, they're dropping."
Matthew turned back and fixed his easy mistake with a small blush before the two continued the lesson.
/ / / \ \ \
"So where's our singer?"
It was the first thing the Brit asked when he walked into the familiar basement and flopped down on the couch across from the guitarist. If Gilbert had not been idly plucking at his guitar he probably would have at least punched the other but for now he could care less.
"You know what, fuck Roderich," He said simply. Though the anger he felt didn't show on his face his playing became a bit harsher to make up for it.
Arthur smirked at guitarist. "Didn't think he would say yes. Especially to join a band you put together."
Gilbert chose to ignore that. "Stupid Austrian and his piano. But screw him, I found someone ten times better anyway and—" He abruptly stopped both his playing and speaking to look around the room with a frown. "Where the fuck is Antonio?"
"Here I am!"
Two seconds later the person known as Antonio sped down the stairs, looking positively out of breath. He stopped at the bottom of the steps to rest his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
"S-Sorry...I'm late." He huffed, reaching up to run a hand though his hair and almost poking himself in the eye with the drumsticks he forgot he was carrying. "Lost track...studying..."
"Yeah, yeah, studying is hard but it's worth it so that you can become the world's gayest nurse. We get it." Gilbert scowled, obviously not in a good mood. "Just sit down."
Antonio complied and took a seat next to Arthur who greeted him with a curt nod. Gilbert opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off when Antonio suddenly leaped off the couch.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" A large cheery smile that only the Spaniard could pull off and not look like a total dork appeared on his face. "I ran into someone on the way here!" He then turned to the stairs and called up, "You can come down now!"
"Bonjour, mes amis!"
Arthur let out a growl before he put his head in his hands. He knew exactly who that was even before he saw him. Oh why did that frog have to be the best of friends with his band mates and insist on coming during band time? Just bloody hell, why?
Francis Bonnefoy walked down the steps with his ever so charming smile on his face. "Ah, I have not seen everyone in so long! I even missed this mouldy basement!"
"Hey, the mould was taken out last week thank you very much," Gilbert said with a frown. Francis simply shrugged, too happy to argue with the clearly cross Prussian. He moved to take a sit next to Arthur.
"NO." The Brit deadpanned, glaring at the Frenchman as he slapped a hand down on the spot the blond was about to sit. Francis again shrugged, still too thrilled to see everyone to care before he sat next to Gilbert instead. Had it really already been nearly a year? With the way he was getting treated it was like he was here just yesterday.
"It's awesome to see you Franny, and after this we're probably going to go drinking but for now I need you to just sit down and shut up," Gilbert stated and in response Francis let out a sexy growl.
"So demanding. Oh Gily you know how much that turns me oonnnn." He began rubbing his nipples though his shirt with a smile causing Antonio to laugh merrily while Arthur rolled his eyes and turned away to hide his blush.
Even Gilbert found a smile on his face as he pushed the blond away playfully. "Slut." He said with a small laugh. "But seriously shut up, band mates! Two things!" He planted his feet firmly on the ground and held up two fingers to the musicians. "First of all, he need a fucking name. Which wouldn't be a problem if governor over here let us be 'The Awesomes.'"
"I refuse to be in a band with such an egotistical name!" Arthur countered. "Some emo band on Myspace probably has that name anyway."
Gilbert made a face but considered this a valid point. "Second order of business," At this he smiled triumphantly. "I found us a new singer."
Both of his mates were shocked by the news.
"Really?" Antonio asked in awe. "What is he like? Do I know him? Or is it a her? I always thought that some of our songs were better suited for a girl, especially that one that involves groaning in it and—"
"Someone other than Roderich?" Arthur interrupted, knowing that if he waited until Antonio finished he would be sitting here for hours.
Gilbert nodded, awaiting his praise.
"What's their name?"
Gilbert frowned. "I don't know." He admitted. "But! I do know that he's one of Rod's students, so if we stick around his house for a bit I be we ca—"
"So you don't even know if he wants to be our singer?" Arthur crossed his arms and sunk deeper into the couch. "Great."
"You know who's a good singer?" Francis spoke up, having already forgotten about staying quiet. "My cousin, Matheiu. He's rather shy about it th—"
"Francis." Gilbert turned to glare at the other. "Screw your cousin. The guy I'm talking about is probably ten times better."
Though the Frenchman only heard the first part. He licked his lips as he drew up a mental picture of his relative. "I would if we were not related."
Gilbert just stared. "...Gross."
"Incest aside," Arthur quickly cut in. "Even if he does want to join us how will we find someone we know nothing about?"
"I told you." Gilbert crossed his arms, careful of his guitar, and rolled his eyes at the other. "We go back to Rod's house and—"
"Oh, so we stalk him? Wonderful plan."
"No! Let me speak Eyebrows!"
Arthur narrowed his eyes at him and mumbled something about hating that name before he waited for the other to continue.
"This guy is a student of Rod's right? This means they probably have some kind of teaching schedule set up or something. So all we have to do is come back next week and catch the kid as he leaves! It's that easy."
He leaned back and smiled, obviously thinking that his plan was the best plan ever. Antonio and Arthur both exchanged looks.
"Is he...is he really worth so much trouble?" Antonio asked with a small shrug. He didn't like being the one with the negative view but well, someone had to say it.
Gilbert smile just grew as he thought back to that amazing voice, though he knew even what his brain remembered wasn't as good as the real deal. "You should have heard it, Toni. It was probably...no, it was the most awesome voice I've ever heard. It was just so...raw and... emotional. Just hearing it made me remember the reason I wanted to start a band. It wasn't in the pursuit of money, fame or sex. It's because of the music." As if to prove his point he began to pluck a simply melody. "I want to whole world to hear the music I had in my head for as long as I could remember. And that voice, that voice man..." He laughed and paused in his playing to try and find the right words. "That voice is exactly what I imaged when I wrote my shit."
Everyone was quiet after Gilbert's speech, only the sound of the guitar being played saving them from complete silence.
"...Okay." Antonio finally said. "Let's do it. Let's find this singer."
Arthur nodded. "He better be bloody good with the way you describe him. If he turns out to be some tosser I'm leaving the band and moving back with my mum in England."
"Fuck yeah he is! He was hand chosen by the awesome me! So of course he is!" He then took off the guitar and placed in on its stand beside him. "Anyways!" He slapped Francis' knee as he stood. "Enough band shit! It's time to get fucking smashed!"
And within a minute the four men were gone from the basement in a chorus of cheers and yelling.
I have way too much fun writing things from Gilbert's preservative. He's just so...so...awesome. Next chapter will be mostly about Matthew and his shy self.
About the 'me mum' part...I know Arthur wouldn't say that but i couldn't help it. Also just found out how fun it is to write Antonio. That clumsy lovable goof.
Anyone who has ideas for Gil's band that would be lovely!
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