Hey There, Delilah -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter Twelve

At two minutes 'til six, the orchestra go to their assigned chairs, and Delilah takes her seat, leaning down to grab her plastic cup with a shaky hand. She hears whispering and the rustling of plastic, which would be the guys. She laughs through her nose and puts her cup down beside her.
She picks up her violin and places it in her lap, along with the bow.
"One minute, guys." The director whispers, and she nods.
Anxiety and nerves make her shake a bit in her seat, but she remembers that Brent is right in front of her, the curtain separating them
Delilah counts down to thirty, and places her violin on her shoulder, poising the bow over the strings. The brass players start playing 'The Ballad Of Sweeney Todd', and she waits her cue. Delilah starts playing on her cue, looking at the sheet music even though she doesn't need to.
The curtains open when the audience start cheering.
After The Ballad Of Sweeney Todd, they jump directly into No Place Like London.
While she plays, she chews on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she has. 
Brent watches her play, and notices how stiff her posture is. "She'll loosen up in a minute or two, she's always like this when she starts." David whispers to him, making him nod. And, he was right.
By the time they start the intro for 'Worst Pies in London' she's normal Delilah.
Brent watches her right arm, how it moves flawlessly, along with the fingers of her left hand. He watches her eyes, which are no longer locked on the papers in front of her.
Her brown eyes sparkle with excitement as they flicker from seat to seat.
Delilah glances at the seats where her parents should be, but once again, she sees no one.
She quickly looks away, finding herself looking to Brent, finding that he's already looking at her and smiling. She smiles back at him and continues playing.
"Is she your girlfriend yet?" David asks. "Not yet." Brent says, his eyes still on the beauty in the red dress. "What're you waiting for?" David asks. "I was gonna ask her father, but since he's not around, I was gonna ask you if it'd be okay." Brent says. "Really?" Delilah's brother asks, finding it very sweet that he's asking him for his blessing. "You have my blessing." David chuckles.
Brent leans over and hugs his bandmate, the plastic poncho crinkling and rustling beneath him. "Thank you, man, thank you." He says.
"You're welcome, not get off me, Delilah's yours, not me." David laughs and so does Brent.
Delilah looks at her brother and Brent, furrowing her eyebrows as to why they're hugging.
When they separate, Brent grins at her. "Gaay." Delilah mouths, and he laughs.
She can hear the sound slightly over the instruments, but not much. She grins and shakes her head.

Throughout the show, Delilah gets more comfortable playing, to the point that she's not even looking at the sheet music. Honestly, the sheet music is there for her peace of mind, in case she forgets a note or measure. She and Brent share sweet glances and smiles every few seconds, and she always finds that he's looking at her before she even looks his way.
She's starting to think that he's just always looking at her, and that thought alone makes her blush. 
By the time the show reaches the second 'Johanna', Delilah finds herself wishing that the show lasted longer, because there are only four songs left until they're finished. She's been listening to herself and the orchestra play, and she's noticed that she hasn't messed up once, she has maybe held a note one beat longer than she should've, but Michelle said that it was okay if she did. It adds more "pizazz," to quote her directly.
She's even stopped looking at the seats where her parents should be.
The guys watch Delilah, amazed as she plays the violin with the grace and elegancy of a ballerina. They've noticed the way she can make the instrument sound like a violin on minute, then a talking woman the next, and a laughing baby the next. It's brought chills to their arms and made them watch even closer.
But, none of them are watching Delilah as closely as Brent is. He watches her with complete and utter amazement, much like the way a child watches a magician perform magic tricks at their birthday party.

Before Delilah knows it, they're performing 'Not While I'm Around', which means they're nearly finished, and she almost wishes that there was about another twenty minutes to the performance. She's literally itching to look at the seats and see if her parents are here, but she doesn't, she keeps her eyes on the basically useless sheet music instead.
While they're performing 'Final Scene', she looks to Brent, finding that he's already looking at her, making her smile and blush. When the orchestra hold the last note of the Final Scene, they get a standing ovation, making Delilah smile.
The orchestra put their instruments down and join hands, raising them into the air before bowing.
Brent is hooting, and so are the guys, their voices nearly drowning out the sounds of clapping and whistling and cheering.
Delilah smiles at him as he claps, looking at her.
It's in that moment that she realizes that Brent isn't clapping for the entire orchestra, he's not clapping for The director, he's not clapping for the performance or Stephen Sondheim for writing the music that was performed. He's clapping for her.
He says something to her, but she can't hear. She was able to read his lips.
'I'm so proud of you.' he mouthed. Delilah smiles, pinching the corners of her dress between her thumb and forefinger, spreads the material out a bit and curtsies the best she can with the boot.
'I did it because you were there.' She mouths back, making him smile.
The curtains don't close this time, once the clapping stops, the members of the orchestra are dismissed to go see their families and friends. Brent walks up to the stage, holding the bouquet of flowers he'd gotten David to pick up for her on the way here.
Delilah is standing at her music stand, putting her music together into a pile, not paying any attention to Brent walking up to her. 
He hops up onto the stage and walks up to her. Delilah smiles at him.
"For you, M'lady." He says in a fake British accent, holding the flowers out to her. 
She smiles even more and blushes. "Why, thank you, Love." Delilah replies in a fake British accent as well, making him smile even more. He hands her the flowers and Delilah goes onto her toes the best she can to wrap her arms around his neck. 
Brent's go around her waist, pulling her to his chest and off the floor a bit. "You were great." He says. "Thank you." She says and they separate a few seconds later. She looks at the lilac roses and smiles. "How'd you know these are my favorite?" She asks him.
"Because you're always drawing roses, and your favorite color is lilac. Plus, your middle name is Rose, so that's another reason why I picked those, even though it sounds really cheesy." Brent sheepishly admits the last sentence, feeling bashful again. "Not at all, thank you so much. I think it's really sweet." She says and kisses his pink cheek, making his blush darken.