nightingale~ [andrew]

[rae alexandra prince]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] and i will go beyond , Rae loved her parents, she really did… but when they thought they had to sneak in her life and when confronted about it they pretended they had nothing to do with nothing… well that pissed Rae off. It was obvious that her getting this job had something to do with her parents. No one in their right mind would hire a photography student for a concert with some of the best musicians in the world, even less a student who had clear problems with portraits and still images. Obviously her parents hadn’t liked her plans of becoming a National Geographic photographer and traveling around the world for the rest of her life and thought that getting her a job in an important event might change her ideas. Well it didn’t, but she was stuck with the job nonetheless. The event had been advertised all over Paris for the past two months. Posters filled with names that Rae knew one way or the other could be seen on walls, lamp posts and even the school was filled with them. Rae had taken the time to doodle some little horns and stylish moustaches on the heads and faces of a few of the musicians that would attend the big concert. Now Rae didn’t have anything against music, in fact she loved all types of music but being forced to go to a concert didn’t exactly fit in her list of favorite things to do. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to please her parents, it was the fact that being forced to do something sometimes inspired certain paranoid thoughts that Rae struggled to keep at bay. Speaking of paranoia, Rae sighed and popped the daily dose of pills to keep her mind at ease and returned the bottles to the bag she would take to carry her equipment in. One last look at the mirror and she was set to go. Walking outside her apartment building she smiled at the doorman who had a cab ready for her and struggled a bit to get inside. She was a lot more used to sneakers and loose pants than fancy elegant clothes like the dress she was wearing tonight. It was a concert after all, and she couldn’t look like a bum even if she was just going to work. The taxi made its way to the Garnier Opera house. The car slowed down near the front entrance but Rae shook her head and pointed at a street to the side. “Là-bas, s'il vous plait” She said, trying to not fail at French. Once off the cab Rae had to notice just how many people would attend the concert. The entrance was packed and even the side street was filled with cars and people who didn’t find a space in the parking lot even though the concert was a couple hours away from starting. Well… fun times~ Instead of heading to the main entrance, Rae walked to the side, cursing the heels she was semi-forced to wear. A side entrance greeted her with some security measures she passed by easily. Her name was in the list of authorized personnel after all, along with a few other photographers which Rae had never heard of. Once inside Rae had to let out a very soft sigh and take a second or two to calm herself down. It was crowded, and she hated crowds, it was cramped and she hated cramped spaces, it was noisy, busy, and to be honest it was also very intimidating. Why in the world her parents thought this would be a suitable job for her? Looking at the list of names she was given, the people she was supposed to photograph, she added a groan and a distressed look to the sighing. The name ‘Andrew Wincherster’ was there, marked with yellow which meant he was her assignment. Rae walked down the hallways and avoided getting killed by a piano that was being transported to the scenario to reach the dressing rooms. She knew Andrew from before, she had been to some of his concerts back in New York and a couple more in Prague with her parents and met him in the small gatherings that followed up. He was incredibly easy to stare at, with the charming blue eyes and handsome face in general but Rae found him a bit… well… hard… to talk to. He was a total payer and flirted with anything with a skirt and boobs, or that’s the impression Rae had at least. He was nice but most he made Rae feel uneasy and nervous, and uneasy/nervous wasn’t a good combination for someone like Rae. Standing in front of the door she took a couple minutes to gather her inner peace and patience and finally knocked on the door. “It’s the photographer.” She said, loudly enough for anyone inside to hear, and hoping he was in there and that he was alone… or at least not trying to seduce some girl or something… that would be awkward~ credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[andrew jacob winchester]

andrew didn't even have to walk five steps until he saw another poster with his name and his face on it. it was advertising a few select musicians from each instrument and they were to put on a concert. it was like a small concerto, except with each musician performing three of his or her favorite pieces. andrew was obviously the youngest there, the cello player was only twenty seven but he had rose among the ranks of the elite. yoyo ma, the best in the world, was snotty enough not to attend the concert, and so andrew was there to step in his place. the old man would probably retire soon enough anyways, and then the spotlight and fame would go to him. just like how it should have gone to his father. his father had discouraged him from becoming a musician, and so had his mother. they both had known how hard it was to make a living off it it. and once you hurt your hands, then it was almost impossible to catch up where you had left off. andrew's father was yoyo ma's rival, and if it wasn't for that fatal car accident, he would be in the spot that yoyo ma was in today. there were many things wrong about andrew, but perhaps the only thing right was his will to do what his father wasn't able to do. and to make his father proud.

the day of the concert, andrew had done nothing but sit around in bed while listening to some heavy rock and looking at online photojournals of some photographers that would be at the concert. not because he minded a lot, but he would like to have someone relatively decent take his photographs. it was a big deal, and the concert happened annually around the globe. it was just luck that the event happened in paris, it was a good thing to, with his mind playing tricks on him nowadays- it was good to just stay at home and rest. the brunette had eventually made himself eat something and get into his concert attire and go cello-picking. he had about three different ones, and they all sounded different. bess, brig, and bo. and yes, he did name his cellos. they were just about the only thing that he took care of, and that he loved with his whole life. he took brig and hauled it in his car, and drove while listening to the cd of the three concertos that he would play.

there was a bach concerto that was light and classical- almost everyone had heard of it. and it was a risky piece to open up the program with because yoyo ma had performed it and everyone knew his version. if one mistake was made, then it was quite audible. he would progress over to mozart's concerto for cello, which was fast and furious. the complete polar opposite of the bach one. he decided to end with one of his father's pieces called emancipation. it was based on the american emancipation of freed slaves, and while it seemed to have a upbeat, happy tune- it was in a melodic minor key and happened to have a layer of sadness underneath it all. andrew chose rather hard songs for his piece of the program, not that anyone knew the songs that he chose, but he had an ambition and a desire to outshine everyone and to make the critics go “wow, he's someone who might be the best already.”

as he entered the rather quiet and eerie hallway filled with other musicians who were concentrating, andrew caught the eye of a rather attractive sound staff. if it wasn't a concert which he needed to pour all of his strength and energy into, he would have probably coaxed the girl into coming into his room and perhaps even exchanging phone numbers. he probably would go out with her, treat her well, get into her pants, and then leave the next morning. then she could say she claimed to have slept with him, but then again, no one really cares what classical musicians do in their personal lives as long as they have a clean appearance at their concerts and play mind blowing music. it wasn't like those countless number of bands who no one really cared about except for who the lead singer was sleeping with at that moment. no, thank god he didn't go into that industry.

he closed his eyes and started imagining himself on that stage, with the thousands and thousands of people waiting for his every move. brig was in the corner, neglected, and he reached over to open the case up. the smooth wood body was up against him, and he started to play a few scales to warm up. the concert wasn't for a couple more hours. but it was time for him to get his beethovan face on. as he lifted his bow and closed his eyes and got ready to start the bach movement that he was still struggling with, there was a rather loud knock on the door and a female voice said loudly. she was the photographer. of course, the photographer just had to come in right now. he gave a loud sigh, put his cello down on the couch, and then fixed his tie before walking over to open the door. there was a girl, not much younger than he was, which surprised him, and she was wearing a dress and heels. not that he was anyone to judge, but she looked uncomfortable in them, and he realized that she probably favored comfortable clothes over expensive designer ones. he gave a little grin, and opened the door while beckoning her to come inside.

hello, i'm andrew. he said with a smile, while pulling out a chair for her to sit in. he sat on the opposite side, next to brig, and then looked at her with a questioning look. she seemed familiar, but he couldn't place his tongue and mind on where he had met or seen her before. he probably should have been able to remember, because most of his photographers weren't so young. and he didn't know what to do. he probably seemed like an idiot at the moment, and he shook his brunette head and gave another charming smile. excuse me, i apologize. is there anything i can get you? iced tea?

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[rae alexandra prince]

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