Diverse

Chapter 9 - Rubber, huh?

NOTES: 

So here's what I cut from the previous chapter. Hope you will enjoy it.

As usually I'm going to jump in places and time and I'll switch POVs during the fic, but I don't think you'll have any trouble figuring it out.

One important fact to know:
In American English, rubber is, as TZP said: he would put it on....and eraser is something you erase something with.

In British English, rubber is something you erase something with, and condom is as TZP said: he would put it on.

Here is the link to the video where the inspiration came from. You'll find it somewhere in the middle. I love these two idiots.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ixxcf3LfYrw&ab_channel=GQ

New York - Alex - Henry

Alex's day was free. He went back to Juilliard and rented a violin. It was easier than he thought.On the way, he decided to lie that he was a violinist and that his violin was being repaired, and he couldn't miss a day of practice. But to his surprise, they didn't ask him any questions. He had to prove that he was a student at the school, and was only asked if he was going to the competition because there was one more of the top quality violins available, and if he wanted, he would get it. In his surprise, all he could utter was a simple yes, and thanked him for helping. When the man said he hoped the violin would help him win the $25,000 grand prize, Alex nearly choked on his own saliva. On the way out, he picked up a brochure about the competition.

Half an hour later, he knocked excitedly on Henry's door. When Alex handed him the violin, Henry could only gape like a fish.

"This is not yours, the Mingazzi, or whatever it's called. No news on that yet. I borrowed this for you at Juilliard."

Henry took the violin case and just stared at it in silence. Not a sound came out of his throat. No one had ever helped him, at least no one but Mr. Lightwood. And now Alex brought him a violin to practice on.

That Alex, with whom he acted like a jerk the day before, took out his frustrations on him after his violin was stolen. And after that, Alex still was nice to him, he helped him, and he was a jerk to him again. Alex, who was gorgeous in every inch of his being, from his lil nose freckles to his curls, not to mention his fucking eyelashes. Those eyes completely mesmerized him. And now he'd brought him a violin. What did he do to deserve this? He gaped a couple more times and then, stuttering a bit, he finally managed to utter a few meaningful sentences.

"I...I...Thank you Alex. I don't know what to say."

Alex went into the apartment and put the brochure on the table.

"What is this?" Watched Henry the paper on the table

"A competition. Check it out, you might be interested. The prize is $25,000 and a scholarship. The way you play the violin, I think you'd have a chance if you competed. It's in a month. You'll have time to prepare. Give it a try, after all, what have you got to lose?"

"Okay, I'll think about it, however, the title of the competition is 'Instrument and Dance' and it says you have to bring a full performance to the stage, musician and dancer together."

"Currently, one dancer is sitting here on your couch, willing to volunteer." waved Alex.

Henry hardly believed his ears. He pointed to the sheets of music on the table. The music he'd written imagining the man dancing, who happened to be sitting on his couch. Of course, the man on his couch doesn't need to know what he was fantasizing about when he wrote the music.