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This One Is Yours

Nobody in the world knew how hard Eddy worked. He could definitely be considered a nerd, looking up different interpretations, studying the sheet music, learning the history behind the piece as thoroughly as he possibly could. Nobody knew how many hours Eddy spent practicing after their set work hours, how many times he said he couldn't go out because he'd rather stay home and perfect the technique on that one passage.

Nobody knew but Brett.

And Brett admired all that hard work, admired the intense dedication. Sure, he worked hard to get where he was too, but not like that. Brett was more chill about it, more confident in many ways. He knew his technique wasn't anywhere near perfect, but he was okay with that. He wasn't playing violin to have perfect technique, though if did he wake up playing as effortlessly as Hilary, Janine or Ray he certainly wouldn't complain. No, Brett played violin because he loved sharing music. You don't need perfect technique for that.

The point was, he felt more secure about his violin playing despite his flaws. Eddy, on the other hand, constantly struggled to fix what he thought was wrong or could be improved on.

That's why he always made Eddy perform the pieces Brett knew he had practiced beforehand, taking on whatever was left himself. He loved seeing the proud smile on Eddy's face after nailing the piece in less than five takes.

"You sure you don't want the Tchaik? You put down hours on it," Eddy asked while planning a video where they'd need to play sections of a few pieces each. "It sounds great too."

"I know I did, but I'm so curious about how you'll do this part," Brett shrugged, smiling a bit to assure him. Eddy had been practicing the Tchaikovsky on and off for the past weeks, probably having it on his music stand. It was starting to come along too. "I've heard you practicing it."

Eddy ran his hand through his hair, looking unsure. He often did when Brett asked him to perform a piece he hadn't done properly before. Sure he had played the opening a few times, but nothing serious. Eddy always got nervous when they were playing seriously. To him, it felt almost like the tests at school to check that he did actually read the assigned homework pages. He wanted to show that he actually had improved since last time people heard him.

"You don't think the viewers would prefer a recap of your Tchaik?" Eddy asked, but Brett just shook his head and took the notebook from Eddy to put Eddy's name next to the Tchaikovsky part.

"This one is yours. I'll do the Ysaÿe," Brett decided for him, putting his own name next to that while he was at it. "It's gonna be great, I know you'll nail it."

Eddy just shook his head, trying to hide his shy smile. He knew he had lost the argument, but he wasn't really disappointed with it.

"Thanks, Brett. I'm sure you'll nail the Ysaÿe too."

"Yeah yeah," Brett chuckled, shaking his head. He just enjoyed giving Eddy the spotlight he deserved. No need to thank him for that.