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108) TS

A/N: Maybe nice to watch before reading: Types of Friends You Shouldn't See a Classical ConcertWith! It's one of the first online.)
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"Hahahaha!"

"That's so true, mate!"

Eddy is at Brett's for a night of games and banter. Everybody is there. The mood is carefree and they have been laughing their heads off all night. Peter is fixing the controllers for a game of Smash Bros, Mason and Timo are getting drinks and food. To entertain his friends during this break Brett has started the topic of 'types of Friends you shouldn't see a classical concert with'. Eddy takes to the concept quickly and they have them all laughing effortlessly. When Eddy throws in the second type claiming that there will be five, Vincents stops them.

"One moment, guys. Bet it will be getting more hilarious as you go on, so I'm going to record this and put it online again."

Brett laughs and rufflers Vincent's hair while he fumbles with his phone. "Why would you do that?"

"Because you two are funny! And the other clips with you were a hit!" Vincent sets up his phone and pushes Brett and Eddy towards the part of the wall without posters or shelves.

"Oh? I forgot you put those online!" Eddy thinks for a moment how he feels about that. Does it bother him? He isn't sure. "People watched us play charades?"

"Yeah, they did! They really liked it as well. Especially your chemistry together." Vincent says while he finishes the set-up. "Okay! Done. From the start. Welcome your viewers: Go!"

Eddy has no time to ponder further if this is a good idea or not and decides to go with the flow. He has to admit they are funny together. They have to stop the film several times before they even have mentioned the five types they've come up with because they are laughing too hard, are out of focus, or out of the whole bloody frame for that matter. Finally they manage to launch the first type.

"Okay. One." Brett yells into the camera. "'Overly enthusiastic people' are always walking like, 'Oh my God!', yeah-" Brett does a chaotic dance, joined by Eddy exclaiming in a high pitched voice.

"OH MY GOOOD" He even adds quite some drama to emphasize their case. Would he do that in normal life? No. But now he has no trouble being more expressive. He's just with his friends who know how he can be and the viewers are not there to make him anxious. More examples, clearly laced with some self-mockery, follow and they couldn't be more overly enthusiastic themselves, the laughter from the room only egging them on.

"Next!" Peter yells. "Keep the speed up."

Eddy has really warmed up now. "The 'Walking encyclopedia of classical music history'" he says, looking cheerfully around, totally not bothered by the camera filming. Stories pop in his mind out of nowhere and he casually plays them out, complementing Brett or giving him a lead for the next one. They have a field day with 'Snobby high-taste'.

"There are always the people that never ever are satisfied. It's like they have a stick up their ass." Brett bites into the lens in agitation. Eddy enjoys himself tremendously acting those out.

'Why are you even there' and 'People that don't turn their phones off' close the five effortlessly. They provide the viewers with some advice how it should be done.

"That's it!" Brett states and wants to walk away, his hand already grasping for Eddy's.

"Not yet!" Peter stops them, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.

"You have to ask for people to subscribe to your channel, you noobs." Vincent directs, giggling.

"Oh. Ok." Brett knows immediately what to do. "Don't forget to-" he makes a 'V' form on the side with his hands.

"What are you doing?" Eddy is confused.

"Subscribing bar for subscribing will be inserted here."

"Oh. Ok."

"Don't forget to:" Brett mimics with his hands again and Eddy mirrors Brett's moves.
Vincent throws two thumbs up in appreciation and they break off laughing.
"We have to do this more often!" Brett bumps Eddy's shoulder. "So others can see how funny you are."

"Do it!" "Vincent says. "I like it when you talk about your orchestra life."

"Especially the funny bits. The others are not as funny as you two. It's like I'm there when you are telling your stories." Mason adds.

Eddy blushes. He didn't know he could be thought of as funny. He grins as Brett hugs him from behind. "Yes! We are funny as hell!"

"Let's see if you sprout such confidence after I beat your ass at Smash Bro's. Come on." Vincent is done setting up and divides the controllers.
Eddy sets himself on the ground and Brett places himself behind him on the couch.

"Brett, you'll help me editing, right?" Vincent asks.

"Yeah, of course." Brett nods.

"Hey, Eddy," Brett says casually when he hands over the controller, "You know I've asked the conductor if you could audition for the spot Indira is leaving, right? And that he said that the deadline has already been closed, but then I showed him some of your music and now he'll make an exception for you! Next Monday they have auditions! Isn't it great? I'm sure you could eat all of the others for breakfast."

Brett sound cheerful and confident, but Eddy's heart just stops. Auditioning? For a spot in the orchestra? Holy fuck. Eddy's breath speeds up, his head dizzy by the extra oxygen. Auditioning?! How?!