Beethoven

As Long As You Love Me

1 / As Long As You Love Me

Beethoven.

It was a surname that even the smallest of minds could comprehend. Ludwig Van Beethoven. He was a composing extrodinare. He was no Mozart, but he was a damn good pianist. Beethoven was an entrepreneur all on his own. He started what would become the Romantics Period. An era of music that had a certain passion to it that no composer had yet accomplished. Beethoven was the composer to accomplish it. He was unforgetable. His music was timeless. His talent limitless. He was what any composer in the making wanted to be. Even if Beethoven wasn't always a composer. In the beginning, Beethoven was simply a pianist. His father pushed him to become the next Mozart. He knew that he was nothing of the sort, but still, he tried time and time again to make his father proud.

Beethoven never married. He never had any children. He was merely a lonely old grouch. No one liked to work with him. His ego was large. His opinions biased. He was bipolar in every way. Even his own brothers hated him half of the time. Beethoven, however, raised his nephew, Karl. Karl continued the Beethoven line. That was where Cassandra Beethoven came into play. She was a very distant niece of Beethoven, but she had been proven a significantly magnificent pianist.

Cassandra was the first of four. She was the musical prodigy. She could sing anything from Justin Bieber to Aretha Franklin to The Phantom Of The Opera. She could play the piano, trumpet, flute, harp, guitar, kazoo, drum, banjo, trombone, and triangle. She had written and recorded over fifty original songs and stored them all on her computer. She could even conduct band productions with little to no practice with the piece. She was an extrodinare just as her many greats removed Uncle Ludwig. She was the talk of Juliard.

There were very few that compared to her. Sure, there were many great talents, but none more shocking than she. Cassandra refused to befriend too many at the college. Many only befriended her for popularity or musical tips or to get a glimpse of a live Beethoven. Cassandra couldn't blame them. If she were to meet a descendent of Stravinsky or Tchaikovsky, she would be a right fangirl.

Cassandra had merely three friends. Harriet Simpson--a composer. Odessa Tomlin--a choreographer and Colin Carter--a chellist. Each of her friends bared in comparison to her, yet they were quite similar in ways too. Harriet or rather Harri, was an acquaintance from high school. They were the only drama students to get scholarships, let alone get scholarships from Juliard. It was basically the best arts and music school in the United States. Granted Harri and Cassandra did have to move a ways away from small town Cynthiana, Kentucky. It was a small town in the country that no one hardly knew of. Now Cassandra and Harri were apartment buddies in New York and yes, Harri did miss her girlfriend and of course, Cassandra missed her mom, but this was their dream. Music was their dream.

Sometimes Cassandra did wish that she wasn't a Beethoven, but without it, really who would she be? Sometimes she wondered if her name is what got her the scholarship, but then again, Harri always reminded her that 'if dumb ass old me could get in, then you sure as hell could'. Harri was always very blunt. Cassandra supposed that was what she liked best about the girl.

Colin was the comic relief of the group. He broke out into song whenever the girls were sad. If someone was mad, he'd talk about a bad one night stand to break a smile out on someone's face. He was just their bundle of joy.

Odessa was a whole other story. Odessa was... odd. Sometimes she was random. Sometimes she was serious. She had a lot of abandonment issues, as did Cassandra. That was why they got on so well.

Cassandra had had a very long day today. She had much more than just classes. She had band practice and a job to tend to as well as she watched Odessa's son on Wednesday's, so she was beyond stressed.

A knock rang on Cassandra's door and she looked at Ollie, Odessa's son, "Behave. I'm sure its just your mom."

Cassandra opened the door only to realize that it wasn't Odessa at all. It was a beautiful blonde. It wasn't like she was a model. She was very normal looking and she wore no makeup at all, but Cassandra found that so attractive.

Both Cassandra and Harri were gay as fuck. They came out to each other actually. Harri came out as Salome-sexual which was her girlfriend. Harri and Salome were gay for each other and no one else. Cassandra, however, came out as pansexual.

Ollie, noticing the person wasn't his mother, started hiding behind Cassandra's back and holding tight onto her leg.

"Aw, he's so cute. Is this your son?" the girl smiled, bending down to smile and wave at Ollie.

"My friend's son. Ollie says hi. Be nice." Cassandra told the little boy. He was only two, so he was really struggling with being around strangers. He had always been very shy and it took a long while to warm up to people.

"Now, is there something I can help you with?" Cassandra asked.
"Oh, well I'm new here and I just wanted to introduce myself to all my neighbors. I'm right across the hall." the girl introduced herself.

"Oh, well I'm Cassandra Beethoven."

The girl looked at Cassandra with bugged-eyes, "Like the composer?"

Cassandra nodded, "And you are?"

The woman jumped back to attention, "Oh, right. I'm Dove. Dove James."

"Like the bird?" Cassandra smirked.

Dove snorted, "Touche. I guess I'll be seeing you around then."

And Cassandra would be lying to you if she said she wasn't looking at Dove's ass as she walked away. God, she was gay.