sonata (23.11.17 / Classical AU)

blissful. ♪

Sanche was doing her final preparations for the concert backstage. she was nervous. but this feeling wasn't new. she felt nervous every concert.

the way her parents saw every frame of the concert despite not attending.. it made her uncomfortable.

As she was lost deep in thoughts one of the backstage members lightly tapped her shoulder. Alas, it was time.

She walked up on stage, and bowed, earning cheers and applause from the audience. that was one of the good things, at least.

She took a seat and tested a few chords before finally starting to play her piece.

Was this one her favorite? not really. Did it sum up her current feelings? probably.

She kept playing, and playing, and Finally,  with one last note, the audience applause as she bowed again, a sign that the concert had ended.

She smiled as many people got up on stage, congratulating her, taking pictures with her, but she hated it. she wasn't happy. all she felt was a feeling of "so glad to be free after this..".

After the crowd had gone away, She walked backstage, finding Mei, and a taller guy standing next to him.

William introduced himself, and Sanche returned the introduction. Mei was happy that the two seemed to get along well.

They talked about general things, music things.. anythings.

"Well, of course! Id love to play one of your pieces during one of my concerts sometime. your ear for composing is one of a musical genius."

Sanche smiled. William didn't know if he should feel happy or sad. he felt.. weirdly void like. but she seemed to like his pieces, that was good.

William looked at his watch. it was getting pretty late.

Mei and Sanche waved bye at him as William announced his departure.

The two began talking about Sanches upcoming competition, and how it would go.

As the two spoke, a certain someone was also wandering around the building.

Kameo had been here for the past hour or so. Had he known about Sanches concert? yes. Did he attend it? no.

In his eyes, Sanche was.. not someone he could respect. He rolled his eyes as he passed by the "Sanches Concert" sign. but just then, he paused. he could hear two people talking.

Sanche, and someone he couldnt identify.. but the voice felt weirdly familiar..

He peeked backstage, his eyes widening. The awful pianist.

Meis eyes also widened seeing the snobby violinist there.. why was he here..?

"You know this g-"

He seemed surprised as he turned to Sanche again.. because Sanche seemed afraid.. almost.