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Adult +
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842
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auditorium shores
Auditorium Shores
The lights unfurled before the boom reached the awe-stricken crowd below.
Tchaikovsky\'s 1812 Overture played with loving clarity and strength faded in lieu of the splendor of the fireworks. As Quatre\'s dextrous fingers danced over the neck of his violin, and the bow sawed mercilessly at the singing strings; he couldn\'t help but feel a bit of pride in the culmination of different cultures to celebrate the liberation of his country from distant powers centuries before.
Fireworks were an invention of the Chinese, refined by the Itallians, and then brought to America.
The 1812 Overture was a Rus pie piece of triumph, of Napoleon\'s failed eastern march that occured long after the Revolution.
The music in the concert was the work of immigrants and the children of immigrants.
Quatre opened his eyes a little so that he could see his friend Wufei in the cello section. Their eyes met a moment, and they exchanged brief smiles before Quatre\'s eyes, once again, slid closed.
His stradivarius surrendered one last cry before the song ended, and the orchestra was allowed a short recess to watch the fireworks with everyone else.
In a gentle and methodical manner, Quatre dusted the rosin from the face of his instrument before laying it down inside its case. Then, he held the bow carefully as he loosened it so that it wouldn\'t stretch by simple virtue of strain and time. The bow, too, was soon tucked away with the violin.
He folded his hands over his lap and allowed his eyes to wander over the crowd. It surprised him a little to spot a pair of eyes staring right back at him until he realized that it was T, an, and Trowa\'s reverence for the wonder of exploding colored lights paled in comparison to his keen interest in Quatre.
It was endearing in a way. Quatre enjoyed being the center of Trowa\'s world, but sometimes found the uninhibited ador a little irritating. Trowa could see Quatre whenever he pleased; fireworks were an annual occasion.
What a dork.
So, in his charming way, the edges of Quatre\'s lips curled just a little before he stuck his tongue out.
Trowa didn\'t know what to make of it, which just made Quatre grin.
++
It was a lucky night.
Not but a day before, there had been heavy storm clouds brewing in the sky, loosing torrential rains on the city. It turned everything gray and soggy; making the outlook on the 4th a extremely gloomy. No fireworks. No concert in the park.
Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the morning of the 4th was bright and clear, not a cloud in sight. The sun was out and by late afternoon, it had baked all of the water clean out of the land (which, consequen mea meant that it was a blistering and very uncomfortably humid day).
Fortunately, Leslie, an Austin icon didn\'t seem bothered by it.
On the trip downtown to rehearsal, Quatre had spotted him around Pecan Street.
Leslie was unshaven, gaunt, and dressed to kill (seriously...so hideous that he could kill) in a two-piece ensemble. He wore a neon pink bra that (lovingly) cupped a bit of his chest hair, and a pair of patriotic spandex short-shorts. Held in his knobby fists was a lace parasol that he twirled spiritedly this way and that way as if he didn\'t have a care in the world.
His trendy style was catching on with some of the other career homeless people of the downtown area. There were many Leslie imitators lurking around.
Oddly enough, their prescence, for Trowa, only rammed home the idea that he was back home. He didn\'t particularly care for Leslie, but that only reminded him that when he lived in the city a few years ago, he didn\'t like him then, either. So, a sense of normalacy was thereby drawn.
Once, at a festival (unrelated to any national holidays), Trowa had actually bumped into Leslie (bodily). Leslie wasn\'t particularly good about it, but that might have been due to the uncontrollable expression of horror that had stolen Trowa\'s face at the time. On that particular occasion, Leslie was decked out in a shimmering tiedye bikini (still unshaven) complete with old dirt dried on his skin under the curly carpet of his body hair. When Trowa found his voice, he apologized. Leslie, however, just walked away.
He told Quatre about the encounter, and bristled at the laughter with which his tale of woe was recieved.
\"I\'m sorry, sweetie,\" Quatre chuckled, \"you just take everything so seriously.\"
Truth be told, Quatre didn\'t particularly favor Leslie, either; but that shouldn\'t mean that he disliked him.
Heero and Wufei hadn\'t been afforded the chance to see Leslie, yet, since moving to Austin.
They\'d decided to follow Trowa and Quatre when they moved some months back. It wasn\'t that their friendship couldn\'t take the strain of long distance; it was the booming technology industry that drew them close. Opportunity, to people like Heero and Wufei, was like gold.
Almost immediately, they were hired into separate companies, and were busy scraping their ways up the corporate ladder. They could make executive by thirty.
Duo decided to move to California where videogames are born. He kept in touch.
As for Quatre and Trowa, they depended a little bit on the Winner family fortune for the move and for the down payment on the house, but were working to make up the difference. Quatre worked as an elementary school teacher and a part-time bookstore clerk. The work was rewarding for him, though he sometimes had moments where he couldn\'t remember where he was; where the past pulled his mind into a temporary limbo. At those times, his eyes lost their luster and an expression of bewilderment ticked his features.
His episodes were usually short; and he recovered fast, returning to whatever he\'d been doing before as if nothing had happened. He only described it once to Trowa, and didn\'t speak of it afterwards.
Trowa had earned his degree and become a veterinatian. His hours were long, but the pay was good. Since beginning work at the hospital, he\'d taken in two unclaimed animals; a three legged cat (Tripod [a bengal that had come into the hospital with a balding allergy, four kittens in its womb, and a fence prong in its back left leg]), and a schnoodle (oe [oe [a stray that had been hit by a car along Old Jollyville Rd.]).
On her first day in the house (which wasn\'t very long ago) with Schroe (who\'d had free reign over the house two months before), Tripod showed the nosy mutt who was boss with a firm claw-enchanced slap on the cheek. A week and a half later when she delivered her kittens (Titus, Rufus, Hershel, and Hermoine [Quatre was sucker for Harry Potter]), there was no problem.
Trowa and Quatre were waiting for a safe age to get all of them neutered and spayed.
++
Quatre watched the last of the fireworks, then readied his instrument for the last song, The Star Spangled Banner.
Poor Heero. He would have liked the 4th at Auditorium Shores, but (unfortunately) he was stuck at home with tlu. lu. To make sure that he stayed there, Wufei had taken his car keys (which he stuffed into the rosin pocket of his cello case).
So much for freedom of movement.
The conductor queued the orchestra, and the ending piece commenced.
++
After the audience had left, and the orchestra members shook hands, Trowa met Quatre behind the stage with a bouquet of pale shell pink and faded canary yellow roses (that he\'d stashed there earlier).
Quatre met him with a kiss.
TBC???...
note(s):
1. Reviews will earn you guys a lemon. It won\'t be pretty. It would be my first. And...so...that\'s that...so, review=lemon ;>>
2. In Austin, the Austin Symphony Orchestra does play at Auditorium Shores for July 4th. It\'s really neat. So, I reccomend seeing it to anyone out there planning to be in Austin around Independence Day.
3. Leslie DOES exist. I bumped into him at the Pecan Street Festival a few years ago =.=; Trowa\'s reaction was written to mirror mine. I\'m sure that if you go to google and type in a search for \"leslie\" and \"austin,\" you\'ll be able to find him.
4. If any of what I\'ve written isn\'t correct, please correct me...but, please do so nicely...my ego bruises very easily ;;>>
5. Hershel is a Jewish name, and it means \"deer.\" Next time you see some deer, you can squeal (in excitement) \"Look at the hershels!\"
6. Titus was a gladiator (I think). In the movie, Gladiator (great title, eh), Maximus has to fight against Titus (at the time, apparently, the only UNDEFEATED gladiator)
7. ...uh...remember to review...-_-; I hope this piece has entertained you guys, so far. And, thank the the people who have reviewed my other work~~
The lights unfurled before the boom reached the awe-stricken crowd below.
Tchaikovsky\'s 1812 Overture played with loving clarity and strength faded in lieu of the splendor of the fireworks. As Quatre\'s dextrous fingers danced over the neck of his violin, and the bow sawed mercilessly at the singing strings; he couldn\'t help but feel a bit of pride in the culmination of different cultures to celebrate the liberation of his country from distant powers centuries before.
Fireworks were an invention of the Chinese, refined by the Itallians, and then brought to America.
The 1812 Overture was a Rus pie piece of triumph, of Napoleon\'s failed eastern march that occured long after the Revolution.
The music in the concert was the work of immigrants and the children of immigrants.
Quatre opened his eyes a little so that he could see his friend Wufei in the cello section. Their eyes met a moment, and they exchanged brief smiles before Quatre\'s eyes, once again, slid closed.
His stradivarius surrendered one last cry before the song ended, and the orchestra was allowed a short recess to watch the fireworks with everyone else.
In a gentle and methodical manner, Quatre dusted the rosin from the face of his instrument before laying it down inside its case. Then, he held the bow carefully as he loosened it so that it wouldn\'t stretch by simple virtue of strain and time. The bow, too, was soon tucked away with the violin.
He folded his hands over his lap and allowed his eyes to wander over the crowd. It surprised him a little to spot a pair of eyes staring right back at him until he realized that it was T, an, and Trowa\'s reverence for the wonder of exploding colored lights paled in comparison to his keen interest in Quatre.
It was endearing in a way. Quatre enjoyed being the center of Trowa\'s world, but sometimes found the uninhibited ador a little irritating. Trowa could see Quatre whenever he pleased; fireworks were an annual occasion.
What a dork.
So, in his charming way, the edges of Quatre\'s lips curled just a little before he stuck his tongue out.
Trowa didn\'t know what to make of it, which just made Quatre grin.
++
It was a lucky night.
Not but a day before, there had been heavy storm clouds brewing in the sky, loosing torrential rains on the city. It turned everything gray and soggy; making the outlook on the 4th a extremely gloomy. No fireworks. No concert in the park.
Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the morning of the 4th was bright and clear, not a cloud in sight. The sun was out and by late afternoon, it had baked all of the water clean out of the land (which, consequen mea meant that it was a blistering and very uncomfortably humid day).
Fortunately, Leslie, an Austin icon didn\'t seem bothered by it.
On the trip downtown to rehearsal, Quatre had spotted him around Pecan Street.
Leslie was unshaven, gaunt, and dressed to kill (seriously...so hideous that he could kill) in a two-piece ensemble. He wore a neon pink bra that (lovingly) cupped a bit of his chest hair, and a pair of patriotic spandex short-shorts. Held in his knobby fists was a lace parasol that he twirled spiritedly this way and that way as if he didn\'t have a care in the world.
His trendy style was catching on with some of the other career homeless people of the downtown area. There were many Leslie imitators lurking around.
Oddly enough, their prescence, for Trowa, only rammed home the idea that he was back home. He didn\'t particularly care for Leslie, but that only reminded him that when he lived in the city a few years ago, he didn\'t like him then, either. So, a sense of normalacy was thereby drawn.
Once, at a festival (unrelated to any national holidays), Trowa had actually bumped into Leslie (bodily). Leslie wasn\'t particularly good about it, but that might have been due to the uncontrollable expression of horror that had stolen Trowa\'s face at the time. On that particular occasion, Leslie was decked out in a shimmering tiedye bikini (still unshaven) complete with old dirt dried on his skin under the curly carpet of his body hair. When Trowa found his voice, he apologized. Leslie, however, just walked away.
He told Quatre about the encounter, and bristled at the laughter with which his tale of woe was recieved.
\"I\'m sorry, sweetie,\" Quatre chuckled, \"you just take everything so seriously.\"
Truth be told, Quatre didn\'t particularly favor Leslie, either; but that shouldn\'t mean that he disliked him.
Heero and Wufei hadn\'t been afforded the chance to see Leslie, yet, since moving to Austin.
They\'d decided to follow Trowa and Quatre when they moved some months back. It wasn\'t that their friendship couldn\'t take the strain of long distance; it was the booming technology industry that drew them close. Opportunity, to people like Heero and Wufei, was like gold.
Almost immediately, they were hired into separate companies, and were busy scraping their ways up the corporate ladder. They could make executive by thirty.
Duo decided to move to California where videogames are born. He kept in touch.
As for Quatre and Trowa, they depended a little bit on the Winner family fortune for the move and for the down payment on the house, but were working to make up the difference. Quatre worked as an elementary school teacher and a part-time bookstore clerk. The work was rewarding for him, though he sometimes had moments where he couldn\'t remember where he was; where the past pulled his mind into a temporary limbo. At those times, his eyes lost their luster and an expression of bewilderment ticked his features.
His episodes were usually short; and he recovered fast, returning to whatever he\'d been doing before as if nothing had happened. He only described it once to Trowa, and didn\'t speak of it afterwards.
Trowa had earned his degree and become a veterinatian. His hours were long, but the pay was good. Since beginning work at the hospital, he\'d taken in two unclaimed animals; a three legged cat (Tripod [a bengal that had come into the hospital with a balding allergy, four kittens in its womb, and a fence prong in its back left leg]), and a schnoodle (oe [oe [a stray that had been hit by a car along Old Jollyville Rd.]).
On her first day in the house (which wasn\'t very long ago) with Schroe (who\'d had free reign over the house two months before), Tripod showed the nosy mutt who was boss with a firm claw-enchanced slap on the cheek. A week and a half later when she delivered her kittens (Titus, Rufus, Hershel, and Hermoine [Quatre was sucker for Harry Potter]), there was no problem.
Trowa and Quatre were waiting for a safe age to get all of them neutered and spayed.
++
Quatre watched the last of the fireworks, then readied his instrument for the last song, The Star Spangled Banner.
Poor Heero. He would have liked the 4th at Auditorium Shores, but (unfortunately) he was stuck at home with tlu. lu. To make sure that he stayed there, Wufei had taken his car keys (which he stuffed into the rosin pocket of his cello case).
So much for freedom of movement.
The conductor queued the orchestra, and the ending piece commenced.
++
After the audience had left, and the orchestra members shook hands, Trowa met Quatre behind the stage with a bouquet of pale shell pink and faded canary yellow roses (that he\'d stashed there earlier).
Quatre met him with a kiss.
TBC???...
note(s):
1. Reviews will earn you guys a lemon. It won\'t be pretty. It would be my first. And...so...that\'s that...so, review=lemon ;>>
2. In Austin, the Austin Symphony Orchestra does play at Auditorium Shores for July 4th. It\'s really neat. So, I reccomend seeing it to anyone out there planning to be in Austin around Independence Day.
3. Leslie DOES exist. I bumped into him at the Pecan Street Festival a few years ago =.=; Trowa\'s reaction was written to mirror mine. I\'m sure that if you go to google and type in a search for \"leslie\" and \"austin,\" you\'ll be able to find him.
4. If any of what I\'ve written isn\'t correct, please correct me...but, please do so nicely...my ego bruises very easily ;;>>
5. Hershel is a Jewish name, and it means \"deer.\" Next time you see some deer, you can squeal (in excitement) \"Look at the hershels!\"
6. Titus was a gladiator (I think). In the movie, Gladiator (great title, eh), Maximus has to fight against Titus (at the time, apparently, the only UNDEFEATED gladiator)
7. ...uh...remember to review...-_-; I hope this piece has entertained you guys, so far. And, thank the the people who have reviewed my other work~~