02-07-2015, 09:45 AM
Aurora smiled at his words. Clearly he thought he knew what it was that made music sing to a person She still wasn't sure, but she'd give him the benefit of the doubt. She ordered her coffee and sat down in the same couch. This time in it for the long haul, she took her coat off. The purple and grey sweater dress she wore was just warm enough for inside the building, but the coffee and other things would keep her warm. She was thankful that no one here was like Aria, her thoughts would not betray her here.
She sipped at her coffee lounging on the couch with her legs crossed at the knee. The couch was comfortable, for the first time in a while she was smiling on the inside as well as out. She hadn't realized how down she had been. Maybe this was all she needed.
When he finally came back to the platform Aurora was halfway finished with her coffee. She watched him intently, she would listen to everything he played and keep his soft words in her head.
He sat down and there was some smattering of clapping a long with a couple of whistles from a table with a few older women all sitting together. He waggled an eyebrow and gave them a smile that showed white teeth. "I can't believe I get paid to do this."
He looked around the audience casually, as if they were old friends. He began to talk to the audience again, describing what he was going to play. He had a friendly easy way about him, setting everyone at ease. Even those who had tablet or books had put them down so they could listen more fully.
He lifted the cello and she noticed his developed forearms, probably from carrying around and playing it. He seemed to notice people noticing him, and he continued to speak and keep the atmosphere light and fun. Then, picking up his bow, true silence descended on the shop. He began again, slow, almost hesitant, though that was just for the moment. This time, he seemed possessed, as if he were connected to an energy source. His body was almost rigid even as his hands and fingers vibrated, bringing the cello to life again. The song was a celebration of life, of beauty and spring, of rebirth and hope, a stacatto rhythm accelerating and decelerating, as if emotion and words had been translated into something deeper than words.
Aurora sat in awe. Her entire being vibrated with the sound of the cello. How had she never known this music before. It was all consuming, she felt like she was the only one in the room. Like he was playing only for her, which was an absurd notion really, she knew she was in a public place, knew that there were at least a dozen people scattered in her periphery vision.
Minutes passed, maybe even an hour or two before he stopped playing. Aurora sat on the couch and just watched him the whole time. The music was powerful, he was powerful. Aurora hadn't known music to do that at any point in her life. She leaned forward as he was putting his cello away and smiled, she spoke over the noise of the room, but careful not to raise her voice to be caught in that deafening silence that always happened in the movies. "Maybe you are right. I'm at a loss of words."
He looked up and the fall of his hair partially covered the twinkle in his eye and he smiled. "True beauty is in the soul."
His eyes looked into hers for a moment. "Though sometimes the beauty of the soul is visible for all to see."
He finished putting his things away. When he was done he crouched down so they were level with each other. "Have a drink with me?"
Edited by Aurora, Feb 7 2015, 09:46 AM.
She sipped at her coffee lounging on the couch with her legs crossed at the knee. The couch was comfortable, for the first time in a while she was smiling on the inside as well as out. She hadn't realized how down she had been. Maybe this was all she needed.
When he finally came back to the platform Aurora was halfway finished with her coffee. She watched him intently, she would listen to everything he played and keep his soft words in her head.
He sat down and there was some smattering of clapping a long with a couple of whistles from a table with a few older women all sitting together. He waggled an eyebrow and gave them a smile that showed white teeth. "I can't believe I get paid to do this."
He looked around the audience casually, as if they were old friends. He began to talk to the audience again, describing what he was going to play. He had a friendly easy way about him, setting everyone at ease. Even those who had tablet or books had put them down so they could listen more fully.
He lifted the cello and she noticed his developed forearms, probably from carrying around and playing it. He seemed to notice people noticing him, and he continued to speak and keep the atmosphere light and fun. Then, picking up his bow, true silence descended on the shop. He began again, slow, almost hesitant, though that was just for the moment. This time, he seemed possessed, as if he were connected to an energy source. His body was almost rigid even as his hands and fingers vibrated, bringing the cello to life again. The song was a celebration of life, of beauty and spring, of rebirth and hope, a stacatto rhythm accelerating and decelerating, as if emotion and words had been translated into something deeper than words.
Aurora sat in awe. Her entire being vibrated with the sound of the cello. How had she never known this music before. It was all consuming, she felt like she was the only one in the room. Like he was playing only for her, which was an absurd notion really, she knew she was in a public place, knew that there were at least a dozen people scattered in her periphery vision.
Minutes passed, maybe even an hour or two before he stopped playing. Aurora sat on the couch and just watched him the whole time. The music was powerful, he was powerful. Aurora hadn't known music to do that at any point in her life. She leaned forward as he was putting his cello away and smiled, she spoke over the noise of the room, but careful not to raise her voice to be caught in that deafening silence that always happened in the movies. "Maybe you are right. I'm at a loss of words."
He looked up and the fall of his hair partially covered the twinkle in his eye and he smiled. "True beauty is in the soul."
His eyes looked into hers for a moment. "Though sometimes the beauty of the soul is visible for all to see."
He finished putting his things away. When he was done he crouched down so they were level with each other. "Have a drink with me?"
Edited by Aurora, Feb 7 2015, 09:46 AM.