02-19-2014, 07:45 AM
Amory sang three songs for practice, all of which went rather smoothly. The only thing preventing him from heading straight back to the dressing room once the stagehand had said he had gone through enough and he could go and rest was that he wanted to adjust how the trumpet's entry had worked into one of them. It was only a few minute conversation, but the musician himself seemed up for the change. He would sit there practicing it for a few minutes longer with him in particular, then once they got it down, Amory would smile. "Beautiful. Thank you," he spoke casually, clapping the man gently on the shoulder as he stood to head back stage. However, his arm was caught. Blinking in surprise, Amory took a step back to look at the older man, perplexed. "Yes?" He inquired, eyes wide with curiosity as he stared blankly at the trumpet player.
The other man cleared his voice a little, then seemed to have a change of heart, shaking his head instead of saying what he initially had meant to. "You're doing a fine job here," he spoke in compliment of him, then let go of Amory rather hastily. Blinking, Amory stared at him for another quiet second before accepting that that was all he had had to say. "Thanks, I appreciate it." He replied, fully believing that the man wanted nothing else of him as he headed on back stage. Humming bits of the next song he intended to sing after the three he had practiced, Amory made his way down the hall to his dressing room. On the way, he noticed Aneta looking pleased with herself, but didn't bother to ask why. She must think he's doing well. It's good to see that. He let a smile crawl onto his lips as he reached his dressing room. He hadn't expected it to be occupied.
Opening the door swiftly, he let out a gasp as he saw that someone had been pressed up, back against his door.
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