Cirque Du Academy

...Then I Think We'll Get On Great

A/N Dedicated to all my readers that are still sticking by my stories. 

I promised an update today and i always aim to keep my promises, i am terribly sorry i have been absent so long but i have good reasons. Sadly updates will be random and not as often as i would like. For those reading this that read my others FF 'Freeing Our Bird' and 'The Forgotten Princess' FOB will be going through a rewrite so will not be updated until then but i will try and update TFP in between rewriting FOB and updating this. Thank you all for your continuing support!

Sang's POV

It took me a few moments to regain my composure, I couldn't believe i allowed myself to show the pain i was trying so hard to find but i couldn't refrain myself, i had been thinking of Adrik non stop and the moment my fingers touched the keys I knew i needed to sing for him. Clearing my throat slightly and removing all traces of what just happened from my face i turned my attention to Victor as I moved off the seat.

''That is roughly what i am capable of doing, my piano skills are on the rusty side though i didn't think they were rusty enough for Hendrick's to bring in another pianist''

I knew i was frowning slightly as i spoke but can you blame me? i've been soloing the piano alone for awhile now and all of a sudden i'm going to have to team up and play nicely with this Victor.

''Hold the fuck up!''

I turned towards the male with a colourful vocab, i knew i met Crystal eyes yesterday but for some reason i was finding it hard to recall a name, did i even learn his name?

Just play it cool until they drop a hint and you can take it from there.

It's not that i'm being rude or i couldn't be bothered to learn any names i may have been given yesterday but my entire mind was focused on keeping the pain behind a wall at the back of my head as well as thinking on upcoming performances.

''...can't just play like you've poured your soul out and fucking act like it didn't happen''

I rolled my eyes at Crystal eyes before turning my attention back to Victor i'll deal with whatever that was about after i witnessed what Victor was capable of doing.  Giving a small nod towards the piano i was glad to see Victor had caught on to what i was saying as he moved to take the place i had sat moments ago as i moved a few feet away my eyes focused only on the boy with the fire eye's and piano.

At the first few notes my body perked up, he was playing Chopin Spring Waltz but it was different, where most pianist's played such classics it was like an exact copy but this though it was be played with perfection it had an instinct style, his style. It was beautiful and i couldn't help becoming entranced to his music as my eyes watched his long lean fingers move without flaw over the keys. I was a little disappointed that he was simply amazing, it meant i had no excuse to try and find a loophole to keep the Russian for my act and not have to work with another pianist but i was also becoming excited, he wasn't a born mimic like a lot of pianist's i had come across, he had an instinct sound, he was able to make the music more beautiful and i couldn't help but get excited at the thought of what kind of music we could make together.

As long as he keeps those flawless lean fingers to himself then i think we'll get on great.

I waited until the last note before i moved towards the piano as Victor turned his fire eyes towards me and i noticed the different emotions in his eyes, some i couldn't decipher but some i could, he loved when he played but i could tell right before it disappeared he also hated it as well and i could only think of a few ways that could make someone like that feel that way.

Seem's we may have something other then music in common.

''That was...surprisingly, rather beautiful''

I placed my index finger on my bottom lip before letting out a small sigh as i leaned against the piano my eyes trailing around the tent passed the other spectators who's numbers i noticed had decreased before turning my attention back to Victor.

''I was kinda hoping you were like the rest and i would find a good loophole so i didn't have to play with you but still keep the Russian i bargained for''

He blinked confused before his lips moved into an 'o' shape.

''And what makes you think i'm not like the 'rest' whoever the rest may be?''

He asked his eyes fully fixated on my own his gaze so intense it felt as though he was trying to crumble down all the walls i had built to see into my soul which caused me to have to turn away from him and settling my eyes on a rather interesting piece of rope on the other side of the tent.

''You don't play like you're a mimic...you have an instinct style, you make the song your own and you do so.... beautifully''

I try to keep my face from turning into a tomato by focusing on on this almighty interesting piece of rope.

''Wow...i've never heard such feedback before, thank you''

Now i glanced back in shock, why was he thanking me? i was just being honest, but before i could say anything he spoke again a small smile on his lips.

''Though it's nothing compared to what i had witnessed with you, you played so softly and though to one it would seem like a simple piece your words and the way you sang brought emotions forward like nothing i had ever seen, to capture a full room and make them feel what you feel, no wonder you have so many fans''

I titled my head confused. Fans? why would i have fans? Victor seemed to frown at my action.

''You really have no idea...''

He muttered under his breath but before i could reply six other men that i had forgotten was still here had approached us and gained our attention.

''Victor is right Miss.Sang that was truely a scene worth witnessing, with such emotion i do have to assume this song was written for someone?''

Mr.Perfect Grey Eyes spoke causing me to frown internally, i really need to make notes of their names so i don't keep forgetting them. I sighed glancing away from hi to look at the keys on the piano before giving a small nod.

''Was just a song i wanted to sing for the only person i loved who passed, but besides that....i'm owed a Russian''

I watch Mr.Perfect Grey Eyes raise a single eyebrow

''And what does that have to do with us?''

He asked casually his face covered in an emotional mask that could put mine to shame.

''We he was with you's yesterday, you's are obviously some sort or group of friends, why a group of friends would all decide on coming to work at a circus is beyond weird but i'm too focused on what i'm planning with....Russian...Bird?...''

Crap i was sure i remembered his name not that long ago, damn it!

''...To even try and be curious or interested.''

I noticed the big eyed look other the others accept for the Native American long haired man who wore an emotionless mask that could compete with Mr.Perfect Grey Eyes.

''Raven left during Victors time on the piano, but i assume he will be back later.''

I sighed and nodded taking a step forward, i may as well just head straight to Jay and get most of it all sorted and then meet up with the Russian. I heard a few colourful words and protests as i headed out sure one of them was from that Crystal Eyed boy who had still been among the few there was my mind was already lost in my mind as i headed towards Jay's tent.

Was it...Crow?...Sparrow?....Swan? Urrggh! it was something with wings!