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Timeline/World: Story – Sound
Characters: Pedro Coelho
Race: Human
Age: 29
Current residence: Castres, France
Final Word Count: 836 words
The decision was difficult, but it was necessary. It took us hours of weighing down the pros and cons. Though, if I’m being honest, right as we started discussing the issue, I already knew where I wanted things to be finalized, but I knew Charles would think differently. He loves his music so much that the idea of taking a break is something he would never have agreed to.
The thing is, is that the break mostly is just about the concerts. He still writes music—though he does so at a slower pace—and he still plays at home but that, again, he does for shorter bits of time and when he does play, it rarely is anything overly complicated.
When you tear a ligament in your wrist, your only way out is to rest. Especially when your life is all about playing the piano. He kept on looking at me during the discussion with the doctor, his eyes searching mine, desperate to hear an answer that wasn’t the one being laid out for him. I knew he didn’t want to stop playing, but it was the right thing to do if he hoped to ever heal properly. I know him, though. I know he would have kept on playing despite the pain, but I managed to convince him to stop.
It took hours to get through to him that if he kept on playing, even if his wrist was braced, that he wouldn’t be getting better, not really. As was, the brace would have made his motions stiff and while I know how he’s an absolute natural with the instrument, he still would have had a hard time of things.
I’m still angry about the whole thing, too. It was such a simple thing that could have been avoided if someone had done their jobs properly. It’s not because he plays an acoustic instrument that there are not yards upon yards of electric cords everywhere in the back. These usually are supposed to be secured if they’re going to be on the ground. There are cords to the speaker systems, cords to microphones when he’s playing with someone else, little things, here and there.
I’m not even sure where that one cord came from. I’m pretty good at touring the backstage and general area of where we’ll be going so I know what needs fixing before the show. I never saw that one. I was too far away when it happened, too, and I still remember the look in his eyes when he landed. He looked so happy as he was walking back. A brief interlude before going back to the stage so he could finish. One moment he’s walking, the next, his foot actually catches the start of a goddamned loop in a heavy extension cord, and he just went sprawling.
It would have almost been preferable if he’d tucked to fall. His shoulder would have taken the brunt of things, but I think he’d have been better. As most of us are when we’re falling, he protected himself with his hands outstretched to catch himself and, even then, that still makes me shake my head. Most of the time he’s so careful with his hands that he’s been known to mostly tuck when he falls. This just wasn’t one of these days.
I tried to run to get to him, I did. No one else seemed to react in time either and when he landed, I swear I heard that popping noise from my bare two or three feet away. So far and yet so stupidly close. The look of agony on his face was heartbreaking. Don’t let people fool you into thinking that a wrist sprain doesn’t hurt. It hurts like any other kind of sprain and, as someone who actually sprained his ankle about four years ago, I know how that pain feels.
Moving loving idiot, dedicated to his fans as he was, wanted to go back to the stage to finish the concert, despite the pain. I had to be a bit more forceful with him than I’ve had to be up until this point. Getting my point across that he would only make things worse if he went back was hard and, in a way, his excuse from the stage didn’t completely ruin the concert as he had been accompanied by a full orchestra and a small group of singers. They made do without him. He did try to let me get back to the stage at least to finish the concert with the singer, but his voice kept on cracking from the pain, so that didn’t happen either.
Little by little, he’s been getting back into playing more. He stops when he feels that his wrist begins to ache too much. That, too, is something that we’ve had to work on once the brace was removed. He is so passionate about his music that, at times, he forgets about his own body. That’s why I’m there, though.