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Rocking On Key (Mira And Sikira)
For Mira-Charma13 and Sikira_Uchiha only!
TOPIC: Lead Singer x Keyboardist/Pianist TYPE: Yaoi SETTING: City, Piano Bar Name: Damon Skelter Age: Sixteen Occupation: Pianist Picture: http://www.menewsha.com/forum/member...cture36404.jpg |
Name : Joey 'Rail' Sonama
Age: Sixteen Occupation: Lead singer Picture: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImeTue_CwZ...ntimiglia2.jpg |
((Okay...who should start? I wasn't sure, but perhaps you, since you have to get to the piano bar and whatnot. I could start, if you want, though.))
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((nope I got it covered!))
Rail frowned as he wandered around the city. Mumbling sorry every now and then as he bumped into people. He sighed heavily stopping at a cross walk. Watching the cars go past he wondered if it was just better to jump and die then keep living in this friendless hell. He took a step closer debating it....but a lady pulled him back yelling at him as she pointed to the no crossing sign. "Sorry...I didn't see it..." he said brushing past her going a different way. He wandered a bit more pausing when he heard music. Looking around he saw that he had no idea where he was. He frowned looking down. He shook his head uncaring as he entered the place where the music was. Looking around he saw it was a Piano Bar. Just great. Even fate wanted to make him cry. He sighed taking a seat deciding to wallow in his self misery for a moment. |
The bar, Honeydew, was not very full tonight. Usually, around this time, it was quite full. Business was slow today.
Nonetheless, the pianist's skillful fingers brushed across the keys. Damon had been raised in this bar. His parents had dropped him off here as a newborn, pleading with the owner to take care of him. The owner had grudgingly agreed...he had shaped the boy, who turned out to be quite intelligent for his age, into an expert pianist. Being only sixteen, Damon was independent. He lived in his own room in the Inn part of the bar, upstairs. He paid rent, using his wages. He could leave if he very well wanted to. He kept on playing. The blue light overhead cast him in an air of mystery. |
Rail watched the boy sadly. He saw him but didn't really see him. Instead he saw his late friend, Gregor. He sighed ordering a drink as a waiter came by. He hung his head sadly watching the boy. He was good. In spite of himself Rail found himself smiling lightly. The music spoke to him as it always did. It was strong with this boy. Enough for him to even smile. He smiled remembering why he loved music.
The way it made him feel. Free. Away he hadn't felt since Gregor's death. He started harder part of him hoping the boy playing would actually just be Gregor and that he wasn't dead. It didn't work. He sighed paying the waiter thankfully as he got his coke. He took a small sip looking around. The bar was small but he didn't care he liked smaller venues anyway. |
Damon noticed the stranger looking at him. He usually recognized most of the faces around here, but this one wasn't a regular customer. He looked...sad, almost. Idly, Damon wondered what precisely was wrong. Was his playing bad? Did something happen to him?
Of course, Damon couldn't leave his post, so he couldn't exactly ask him what was wrong. Instead, he ended his song and paused for a moment. Then, he put his hands back down and played a complicated piece, of Chopin's music. Chopin's piano work was some of the most difficult to play, in the entire world. |
Rail closed his eyes letting himself fall into the song. He recognized it instantly. It was one of Gregor's favorites. With his eyes closed he could see Gregor playing while Rail would watch him humming along to some improve song. He frown as he opened his eyes seeing the boy. He hung his head feeling tears form heavily in his eyes. He shook lightly as he tried to collect himself as he drank his drink.
He sang lightly under his breath to one of his made up tunes to this song watching the boy sadly. Noticing how young he was Rail was taken aback. He was amazing for his age. Rail decided to stay till he was done. He needed to talk to him. Maybe the fates weren't such asses. Maybe it was a sign from Gregor. Rail sighed hoping it was. |
As soon as the song was finished, Damon was permitted a break by the owner, who had been watching him with amusement. He didn't care much for the boy--that was obvious. Damon sighed, hopping down from the piano, and headed off to the bar.
"Some water, please..." he breathed, softly. His voice was a sleek, soft tenor...breathy. It was neither male nor female...it was sort of like a mix. |
Rail saw the chance and walked over to him silently, "Excuse me..." he said softly. He voice was deep but smooth. It seemed almost like it was dancing. It was a strange sound almost like he was stuck half-singing half-speaking, though in his current depression it sounded more like a dirge. He tilted his head looking at the boy, "How long have you been playing?" Rail asked gently.
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"...I have been playing...before I could speak properly," Damon offered, quietly. He was shy. Painfully shy. He had graduated out of school early, with a 4.0, possibly above, GPA. So, he was free to do what he wanted. He thankfully accepted his water once it came and sipped at it, closing his emerald eyes. He brushed some of his emerald hair out of his face, just to have it fall back into place again.
((Must take a shower--I'll be back.)) |
Rail nodded, "Your good...have you ever thought about going professional?" He asked carefully watching the boy. He couldn't be any older than Rail was himself. It filled him with hope. That maybe his search would be over. He needed a new Pianist and this boy could be it. Of course it killed him that doing so would be the last straw in admitting Gregor was dead. A thing his therapist said he really had to do.
((kay!)) |
Damon froze, his drink halfway raised to his lips. He set the glass down slowly, glancing over at the owner of the bar, who was staring at the two of them suspiciously.
"He...is my legal guardian. I'm only sixteen...I...I would love to play professionally, yes...but...I am what brings money into this place for him. I don't have a problem with playing professionally...but he would never let me. Never...he would rather see me dead..." |
Rail's frown deepened. He siged thinking, "Maybe I could talk to him…I could probaly wor something out…" Rail said thinking. He was sure his manager could make a deal that the owner would agree to, "Oh I'm Joey Somona…I go by Rail…" He said holding out his hand with a smile.
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Damon stared at his hand for a moment, shyly, and then shook it. "I don't want to trouble you, but...if you'd like, you can...I'm Damon...Damon Skelter..."
He didn't mention that the owner was not his father...but he did just say 'legal guardian.' He didn't like to talk about how his parents just dumped him here. It had haunted him throughout his entire life. They hadn't wanted him...so they'd just dumped him off, like a pile of useless trash. |
Rail smiled shakig his hand, "Don't worry about it Damon it would be doing me a favor…" He smiled as he walk over the owner. He sighed lookig at the man. He gave a cofident smile, "Hello…" He said, "Are you the owner?" He asked tilting his head. His gaze was intent.
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The man immediately looked suspicious. "Yes. I'm the owner of this fine establishment..." the man grunted. "What do you want?" There was already slight venom in his voice. He had a feeling he recognized this boy from somewhere...and he didn't like the look of him. He didn't want anything happening to his precious pianist.
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"My name is Rail…" He said simply, "I'm sure you've heard of my band Fumetsu…" He said smoothly watching the man carefully. He didn't like him. Not one bit. He couldn't believe that the pianist had been raise by this man it almost seemed like a bad joke. He smiled crossing his arms.
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The man's throat visibly went dry. "I have," he replied, coldly. "What is the lead singer of Fumetsu doing here? You aren't a regular customer..." He now had an inkling of what was going on. He knew the band had lost their keyboardist just recently...
Damon watched from a little ways away, hoping violence didn't break out. |
"Your pianist is very good…and I don't want to take him just borrow him. I need a keyboard player…I'm sure you know how popular we are. Thousands of fan will be comig here just to see where he grew up…see where he plays…your business would boom…" He said with a smile. He knew how to negociate and he would get what he wanted. He always did.
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The man grumbled, bitterly, and glanced at Damon, who looked concerned. He then stared at the piano for a moment, silently. There was a long silence. "...I'll need another piano player. Put a flashy ad for me in every paper this city runs and we have a deal," he agreed, gruffly. He wasn't happy about it, but if it meant a lot of money...news ads shouldn't be too much of a stretch for such a popular band.
Damon watched them. He saw his guardian calm down and he did as well, sighing. |
Rail chuckled, "Done…" He said newspapers were nothing. Childs play. He smiled contently putting out his hand to shake with a happy smile. "You won't regret this!" He said happily.
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The man grumbled, only reaching out to grab his hand and not shake it. He hated losing his star pianist, but for that amount of publicity...he didn't really care about the boy, anyway. He turned and walked away, seeming unhappy and bitter.
Damon watched, unsure of what just happened. |
Rail rolled his eyes deciding that some one needed a sex life. He smiled going over to Damon, "So you ever hear of the band Fumetsu?" He asked with a small smile feeling a little bit happier. He was still unsure on how the boy would react. He hoped he would be excited. But he couldn't be sure. He didn't know much about the boy other than he was good.
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Damon played with his long, slender fingers, eyes downcast to the floor shyly. He had eyes like a girl--slightly large, with long black lashes. "Yes...I have..." he replied, softly. "Music is my life...so I listen to quite a lot of it."
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