Concert

[Kaiya]

A man standing at 5’9” enters the small lounge holding a violin case. He’s wearing a blue vest followed with a white shirt and brown slacks. He was whistling to himself while swaying his head from side to side. He walked by many doors until he came to the one with his name on it. “Kaiya Yoshida”. He read the name on the door and smiled. He opened the door to find a blue haired guy sitting on the opposite side on the door.

He raised an eyebrow and placed his case on the dresser to the right of the room. He opened it up and pulled out his violin. He examined his face in he mirror and then his outfit.

“You know Kaiya you look like…” He turned to the guy in the chair with an evil glare.
“Don’t say it!! If you say it, I’ll kill you.” The blue haired guy laughed as he got out of his seat.

“Ok, ok, I’m going to my room to get changed, we have about 15 minutes until it starts, good luck.” The blue haired guy left the room with Kaiya tuning his own Violin.

“Stupid little brat.” He said to himself. He placed the violin on the dresser and pulled out the bow. He tightened the hairs on the bow and rubbed some rosin up and down it. The rosin left behind a small cloud of dust. Kaiya sneezed. He rubbed his nose and pick up the violin. He began playing a couple of scales making sure that his first appearance wouldn’t be UARPG one. He stopped playing, and started twirling the bow around. “Ok, this time my grand appearance won’t be shared by that spiky blue haired freak, Toshi.” He turned to the mirror and smiled. He pointed his bow to his reflection. “This concert is going to knock them dead. Or at the very least not get myself beaten up.”

The club was dark and full of people. Voices could be heard from all around. People whispering and others were laughing. Thoughts like: “Who the hell does this guy think he is?” entered most of their heads. There idle chatter was suddenly silenced when a light came on center stage. A guy with blue hair entered the spot light. He bowed and then made his way over the piano that took up the left side of the stage. Another light came on. There stood Kaiya holding his violin. He walked up the microphone and tapped it twice.

“Ladies and gentleman I would like to thank you for coming to my show today…” A voice from the crowd interrupted Kaiya.

“You look like Quatre Raberba Winner.” Kaiya’s eyes narrowed as he pointed and screamed at the man.

“YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!” A blue aura surrounded him. He began signing with the bow. “Would Quatre Raberba Winner do this?” An evil grin appeared on his face. He targeted the inconsiderate man with his bow. “Tempoin Technique number…”

The guy with blue hair sitting at the piano whispered to him. “Kaiya, blast that guy later, we need to start the concert now.” He stopped his spell still glaring at the man.

“Your better watch yourself after the show, SIR!!!!!” He cleared his throat and began talking again. “Let me start over again. Ladies and gentleman I would like to thank you for coming to my show today. I realize that it is extremely too early for something like this but if I wait the moment will be gone, so let me introduce myself. My name is Kaiya Yoshida, I’m referred to as Kaiya 2.0.” he then points at the guy at the piano. “This is my younger cousin or nephew. I can’t really remember, JP Kazama. He usually doesn’t venture out of the Spearrow, but he’s going to be helping me out with this piece today.”

“This is the first time I’ve done anything like this so I’m a little nervous. Please bear with me…Scratch that last remark. Anyway the piece I’ll be playing is Klezmer by Violin One.” Kaiya signals to Jp and he begins playing.


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So now you know...and knowing is half the battle: YO-SHI-DA!!

[The Librae]

"You don't go to these sorts of things," a young woman with white hair pulled into pigtails said to her companion as she adjusted her goggles, finding a place for them to sit comfortably on her head. "You barely even go to the MacGreggor's concerts, and they've been having them for a while."

The black-haired man grinned down at her as they walked. "But I do go. I only go to the ones that Cel's actually playing in." They paused for a moment while the smaller of the pair stopped and greeted some of the audience members, talking cheerily with a woman whose skin was a pure, dusty red before she excused herself, and they all started towards their seats again. "It's harder for her to try and throw something more painful than a death glare at me when her hands are full of balencest."

Candle shrugged, and wove her way through the crowd, finding a pair of seats somewhere in the middle, where they both sat, and if they were sitting between a guy with wings and what looked like a snake-man (that is, a guy who was a snake, not a guy with a flute and a basket of snakes), no one said anything but the regular "hello"s and "good to see you"s, and "how's that molting going?".

As the lights lowered, the chatter from the crowd was obvious. This was the first OOC-IC concert they'd all attended, after all. Candle and Thomas sat quietly, though, and waited as first the pianist came out, taking his place, followed by a young man with a violin.

Thomas smirked as the man approached the mic to welcome the crowd. This was too easy - cheap shot, but the reaction was bound to be interesting. "You look like Quatre Raberba Winner," he called out informatively in the silence, and when the man yelled, glowing faintly, he grinned, almost matching the expression as the boy on stage started signing something. Around him, everyone began to shift uneasily away, as Candle smacked his arm...

But nothing happened, as the pianist stopped him, and the show continued. Perhaps with a few choice words afterwards... It would be fun. But for now, as the introductions finished, and the piece began, he sat back, folded his arms, and apparently listened rather consideringly, as Candle beside him leaned forward a bit with an expectant smile, paying close attention.
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::If you ask of the Great, 'Why me?' They will say, 'Why Not?' And you will list why not, every reason, until time stands still. And They will listen to every reason, and at the end, will simply answer, 'So?'::

[Celesse MacGreggor]

They had gathered up a few minutes before hand, and headed to the concert.. Many creatures from far and wide had gathered into the concert hall, and they were not the first to arrive.. In fact they recognized sevral of the creatures who were already present.. carefully, the small group worked their way into the hall, and moved to sit behind a pair that they had come to know very well..

The smallest of the three, moved up behind the lady with white hair, pulled back into two fluffy poofs.. he was of course certain she knew he was there, but all the same, he leaned forward and slipped his arms around her and hugged her from behind. "Hello Miss Candle.." Will said in a voice as soft as his mothers, and addressing her in the same way as she.. Though which mother..? Did it matter? reaching his hand out, he touched Thomas's shoulder and smiled, having no quarrel with him, as Celesse kept up the ruse of having.. A grin broke over his expression.. "Nice to see you Mr Shadow.." but thinking his mothers favored term for him, 'old bird'.

Sitting back in his seat beside his two guardians, he smiled first up at one then the other.. Folding his hands in his lap to watch the concert as the lights began to dim.. His eyes darted from the back of Candles head to Thomas when he shouted at the stage, and in spite of himself he began to laugh.. he wasnt sure what the referance was, but it amused him none the less seeing the pianists reaction..

A long thin arm clad in a red kimono reached up and thumped Thomas in the back lightly.. Inhaling to fill the air sac in her neck, Nevar chirred and hooted quietly at the back of Thomas's head. Knowing he was one of the few to understand it.. "be good.." she said in a mocking tone, her teeth barring in the best mimic of a human smile that a trillian could mannage.. ( An odd expression picked up from Celesse. )

On either side of the young boy, the pair of Trillian sat back, the large chairs they sat in creaking softly beneath them, on either side of their heads, the thin fins flexed outward some to listen as the musicians began their performance.
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"The other gods! The other gods! The gods of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth!... Look away... Go back... Do not see! Do not see! The vengeance of the infinite abysses... That cursed, that damnable pit... Merciful gods of earth, I am falling into the sky!"