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"Cat…?" the pianist frowned, glancing down at the ball of fur that was causing the curtain to be weighed down. He had been walking around it trying to figure out why it creased in such an odd way, thinking someone careless had set something atop it. Instead he found a dozing feline nestled inside. He ventured closer to the creature, crouching down with a few paces still between them as to not scare it off.
"Hey little fella, how’d you get in here…?" He spoke rather uselessly to the cat, as most people felt the need to do. It wasn’t like it would look up and answer him, "That’s not a very good place to sleep— what if Mr.Cohen found you?"
As a rule, Dan liked to think he wasn’t vain. He didn’t spend long on his own appearance. He didn’t make a habit of fishing for compliments nor did he care in general what people thought of him. But the way Kyle described him. The hand motions and the way he seemed to be describing something so much more important than Daniel’s body. It made the man wonder if perhaps he was missing out.
Then Fitzpatrick trailed off at his eyes. And nothing in the world was quite as beautiful as those grey-blue orbs meeting his, even briefly. The way his words trailed off. The way they just kept looking. The two ends of the spectrum holding each other for so long. Dark black to grey-blue.
There was something there. That linger look that threw the quiet voice in his head so far to the back that it couldn’t even object to his next actions. People didn’t stare that way on accident. They didn’t describe that way unless there was greater meeting.
He whispered and leaned closer. Gently he lifted the others chin, forcing him to look at Dan one last time.
"That pretty much answers it Music."
Daniel wanted nothing more than to kiss the pianist. He also didn’t want to risk losing the man as a friend nor force anything on him. Thus, instead, he leaned dangerously close, his whispered words brushing against poor Kyle’s lips.
"Don’t… If I’m overstepping… don’t hate me?"
From the moment the other had taken his chin, Kyle froze. Like the proverbial deer in headlights. Though Kyle wasn’t thrown into a stupor from fear, it was more just of shock. And the suddenly overwhelming anticipation. But he didn’t move from where he had stilled, he didn’t close that last bit of distance. That was out of fear.
Because if he assumed it could tear him down. If he assumed and Daniel pulled away, he couldn’t have handled it. Instead he stayed where he was, neither moving forward, nor taking a step back. Breathing the other’s breath, and basking in the warmth of his closeness as he kept wide, pale eyes fixated up upon Daniel’s.
"I couldn’t," He spoke so softly, as if raising his voice would get him scolded. And it was true, he couldn’t hate Dan. It was rare he hated anyone with how easily he gave the benefit of the doubt. So instead, he offered the small amount of reassurance he could.
She shook her head smiling at him as the sound of the piano faded ”Not all, I quite enjoyed that…” She said softly “Do you sing yourself Mr. Fitzpatrick or just play the piano?” She asked moving to sit down on the piano bench again.
"I um…hope I wasn’t too horrible sounding either….I um…tend to loose faith in my singing pretty quickly."
"I do! When… I’m alone, or in my spare time. I’m not very good." He laughed, not a bit of remorse in his voice. His talent lie with the instrument before them, and he had no regrets of that.
"That’s unfortunate— if you don’t believe you’re capable, than how can anyone else?" his smile was quick to fade, but he didn’t quite look displeased either, "It was lovely though, thank you."
"Exactly. Finally, some indication that you have been listening to me when I speak.”
"Ah, I know which one you mean. Terrible sound that thing makes, just terrible. The sooner it is fixed the better. Better hop to it, now, before that free time of yours becomes but a pipe dream."
"I always—" don’t correct him, “Of course, sir.”
"I will— er, I was… While I’m here, is there anything you need of me…? If not I… am going to just… head home, right after I’m done with the piano…If that’s alright."
Sometimes Silas didn’t even know when he was joking. It was second nature to him now, to cover up any hint of vulnerability with a quip or a smart-assed comment. Most of the time, and especially when it came to Kyle, he lacked the words to adequately express himself. There was no time in his life when he’d had easy affection or words of love that held any meaning. They fell from his lips without thought and were empty and hollow. Using those words with Kyle felt wrong. As if his use of them did the other a disservice because they’d been so flippant before.
Walking hand in hand with Kyle was something Silas would never have dared to believe could happen and he was grateful for it. It put a spring in his step and a lightness in his heart that was wholly unfamiliar to him, but entirely welcome. “I know you do,” he said, turning a warm smile on Kyle. “You’re one of the few people who do and I’m grateful for it. I know it must be hard, believing in me.”
"Oh— it’s not!" Kyle chirped, quick to correct him, "It’s easy believing in someone if you trust them," he spoke very mater-of-factly, as if it were completely set in stone, "And I do, Trust you, that is." Because Kyle would always give someone the benefit of the doubt. But even more so because he strictly believe that underneath the crude jokes and nasty rumours that Silas was, or at least could be, a good person. Whether that was true or not didn’t concern Kyle. In his mind, it was wholly true. Silas was hurt, and he needed someone to love him, and Kyle was going to be that person. Not out of pity, or a sense of responsibility, but because Kyle needed someone to love too, and someone who would love him back. Silas said he would be that person, and Kyle believed that too.
"… Do you trust me too?"
Julie first hears it in passing; the crisp and sweet sound of ivory keys. She’d know the sound anywhere. Stopping, she moves to the door and presses her ear against the glossy wood, Oh yes, it’s beautiful. She craves it more than anything, perhaps besides liquor, but that was only on certain occasions.
Before she can think about the consequences, Julie’s hands search for the knob. Twisting the cold metal, the music hits her like a breath of fresh air. She lets the door close softly behind her before venturing forward, trying to be quiet.
Her heart climbs into her throat when the music stops. She tries to duck into a row of seats, but foot caught on one of the legs, she falls back on her ass. Swearing, she scrambles back up.
"I’m sorry, I — I didn’t mean to intrude. It was beautiful. I needed to hear it up close.”
When Kyle played, that was all he did. He didn’t think over his surroundings, how he felt, what he would do or has done. He just played, fully engulfed in the movements of his hands and the music they created. At times, he could become so focused on his playing, a bomb could have gone off and he wouldn’t spare it a glance. So naturally, when another entered the Theatre, he didn’t take notice.
Unfortunately for the woman trying to make a quick escape, Kyle had ceased his playing. Though it was meant to only be long enough to begin another song, the woman’s voice rang out and drew Kyle’s full attention.
He blinked, staring in his confusion; the Hall was supposed to be empty today, “You…. It’s alright,” he frowned, “…are…you alright?”
Evelyn quickly assessed the young man before raising an eyebrow. “We’ll see. Do you work here?”
"Yes, ma’am, I do." he gave a small, unneeded nod, before sudden realisation dawned on his features from his own words, "I mean— I work in Frolic. For Mr.Cohen, not… not here I don’t normally," he waved vaguely at the menial grunt work he was just doing.
Confusion looked good on the musician. Then again, so did leaning over that piano. That was a sight Dan could get very used to, very fast.
"You know," the technician leaned his hip on the instrument, arms crossed over his chest, "Maybe it’s best you didn’t practice here right now Music. That curtain isn’t working right. It could fall at any moment. Hate to see you crushed by that much cheep velour."
The curtain, truth be told, would not fall at any moment. It was too tightly knotted to move, hence the issue he’d been sent to investigate. However, if he could just get that sinfully adorable pianist to give up on practice, Dan was more than confident he could convince Music Man to do other, less productive things, with that newly created free time.
Barely lifting the lid, Kyle paused, glancing back over at the other man hesitantly, “…R..really?” His eyes flickered to the curtain above them, “I didn’t know…” He also didn’t know the only reason he didn’t know in the first place was because it wasn’t true. It didn’t take a lot to trick the poor, gullible young man.
"I—uhm, yes you’re right," he gave up on the instrument, straightening back up, "I guess I’ll get out of your way then," It wasn’t like he was short on time he had allotted to practice that week, anyway. He probably wouldn’t even bother venturing to one of the store rooms back stage to play on the upright gathering dust back there. Going back home, and curling up on the couch sounded rather pleasant anyway.
"Thank you for the warning, though… Just, uhm, is the piano okay where it is? I wouldn’t want the curtain falling on that either…"