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Timeline/World: Story – Sound
Characters: Charles Monet
Race: Human
Age: 29
Current residence: Castres, France
Final Word Count: 810 words
Joint concerts aren’t all that common. Not because I can’t handle joint concerts, but just because they don’t really fit my playing style. Once in a blue moon, we’ll receive a little or an invite to a concert that is being held for charity and it is always hard to say no to those. They are wholly for a good cause, so why not? Why deny this to others who might benefit from me sitting at a piano and playing while others donate?
Sure, we donate too, when we’re there and it seems to set an example and that’s all there really is to that. It’s usually a mostly fun evening of time spent with other musicians and, at times, actors and actresses who have made it big, so why not? Not that I mingle all that much, I much prefer to watch from a distance, and I suppose that, for some reason, that sits poorly with certain people. I don’t know that I’ve ever understood it.
Like Gavin and his delusions—I haven’t heard from him or seen him since that last issue, but I’m also not surprised as he never would leave our hometown to go anywhere—some people seem to believe themselves so high and mighty that when you might approach them just to get from point A to point B, they’ll get offended.
I had to deal with a similar situation not all that long ago and I’m still shaking my head somewhat at it all. I just don’t understand it.
I wasn’t even trying to talk to her. All I wanted was to walk right by her so I could get to another spot since I knew they were about to call me up. The thing with being partially deaf is that in certain situations, hearing anything clearly is a struggle. In situations where so many people are talking together and chatting excitedly, it makes it hard for me to really make out anything clearly and while Pedro wasn’t far from me, he couldn’t stick to my side the way he usually does at most concerts before I head onto the stage.
All I managed to take was a few steps. From her left to her right before she was grabbing at my upper arm, and she wasn’t really being gentle about it. I did stop; I did turn to her so she would have my full attention—and my good ear. She gave me this look as though I wasn’t worth being out there with the rest of them, huffed and then rolled her eyes.
She spoke so fast that I’m sure I lost a good few of the words she was trying to tell me, but I remember the gist of it. I remember her claiming that somehow, she believed that I’d always wanted to be royalty. That since we had been younger and we’d first stepped up onto any stages, it had been by one big dream. Considering that she was fairly older than I was, this left me baffled, how could it not? I’d seen her in passing and I knew about her career somewhat but that really was it. I knew she sang opera but that really was all the knowledge I had.
The only thing I can think of is that she mistook me for someone else. It wouldn’t have been the first time and it’s always a little confusing when it happens. I can understand that my face is perhaps a little that of what they call the boy next door but to be mistaken as someone at least a decade and a half older than I was still remains confusing.
I did try to tell her that she had the wrong person, but she kept at it, seeming to grow angrier when I tried to draw my arm out of her surprisingly strong grip. She accused me of backing out now that I had a chance of joining that beautiful royalty and really, all I could do was shake my head and wonder in awe at what might have been going through her head because I couldn’t make sense of it.
Before too long, thankfully, one of the suits came backstage, possibly to deal with whatever small commotion had been seen happening on whatever camera system they had in the back. They managed to get me away from her and to the spot I’d been trying to make it to. There were no apologies, and I didn’t expect any of them. What I did expect, however, was to be kept at a distance from her and thankfully, I was.
I did play one song in which she sang, and I don’t think she even realized it was me. Also, I think I could have done a better job than her on that song but that’s for another time.