Dangerous Liaisons || HyunHo

Prologue

It was a little past 7 in the evening, when the crowd before the theatre started forming. It was cold, and the night was slowly falling. Among the people standing there, a beautiful lady with a furry coat wrapped around her slim body, was patiently waiting, her husband's arm around her shoulders, while she gently stroked her son's brown hair. The boy was probably 15, and was calmly and very nicely waiting as well. His big doe eyes kept wandering around, his heart wishing for the first snow to fall.

When the security guard announced that the doors would open, the crowd started slightly moving, impatient to finally go in. The lady fiddled with her handbag, and took out three tickets.

"Here, Minho," the woman said, "don't lose it." The boy nodded as he took the ticket his mother was handing him.

Further down the crowd, a man with his son was waiting as well. The boy was probably 15 years old, looking slightly bored. Finally the crowd started moving, presenting their tickets to the men standing there to check them. The boy kindly showed his ticket, and entered the building, quickly followed by his parents. The warmth of the room immediately wrapped around the little family, making them sigh in content. They walked to the main room, and were outstanded by the beauty of it. It was immense, containing many red velvety seats. On the side were balconies with a golden rail.

The woman smiled, and explained that they would be sitting on the balcony to the right. They walked out of the room, along the walls, and arrived before a small staircase. They went up, and soon arrived on the balcony where there were four seats. The woman took her furry coat off, and placed it on the back of the seat. The three of them sat down, and waited. The boy was sitting quietly, looking at the people entering the room.

On the opposite side of the large theatre room, the boy and his father took place on a balcony too. The boy was glancing around, clearly wanting to be anywhere but there. However, once his eyes stopped on the stage, he became intrigued and interested, and leaned forward, his eyes lighting up and following every movement.

On the stage, the musicians were taking place, little by little, and getting ready. Soon, the lights started fading, until the room was plunged into darkness, the only light shining on the people on the stage. A man, dressed in a black suit, entered, and took place before the artists. He bowed before the crowd, then turned his back at them. He lifted his hand and his baton, catching everyone's attention, eyeing every single person making sure they were following him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and made a slow movement with his hand.

The first chord echoed in the dark room, slow yet powerful. The musicians focused on their sheets, eyeing their conductor, following his every move, following the slow rhythm. The conductor's eyes wandered around, looking at each musician before him, until they landed on one specific cello man. He was tightly holding his archer, yet gently grazing it against the chords of his instrument. The conductor eyed him, worry slowly painting his features.

The cello man was deep into the music. His eyes were closed, his mouth shut, his lips tightly pressed together into a thin line, his head tilting to the side or forward, his body rocking back and forth, his hands moving the archer slowly against the strings of his cello. The conductor kept looking at his cello man.

The artist glanced at the other musicians, silently checking up on them, making sure they were still in rhythm, and still had their eyes on him and their sheets. Once he was sure everyone was focused, he went back to the cello man. No one noticed. At that moment, he made dissonance, making the conductor jump, as a rush of stress ran through his tensed body. Two musicians quickly reacted, and corrected the chord, the music continuing its beautiful course. No one noticed. The conductor kept his eyes on the cello man, feeling that he was slowly slipping out of his grasp. A silent fight was starting. Still, no one noticed.

And the cello man kept going...

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