Music. He could hear music. The colours and melodies reverberated through the air, filling his world with colour.
It was at that moment that he knew that this… this was what it meant to be an Artist.
What exactly was 'The Artist'?
Only now did Leon truly realise it.
Raven black. Sleek. Polished…
On the stage, she was there.
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The singer on the stage of course noticed him.
"A good looking person, with kind, warm, expressive eyes…"
Of course, she was focused on her performance, but still, he seemed to be completely transfixed, listening with a rapt, spellbound expression, which she had never seen before, which was intriguing enough to… take note of.
As the piece concluded, to warm applause, she exited down from the stage gracefully to her table.
She took a sip of her drink.
Hmm...
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After the performance concluded, only a few people remained in the room.
The sweet strands of jazz filled the atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Leon knew what he had to do. He took his time, soaking up the atmosphere, the memory of this transcendental experience.
Slowly, he got up, and made his way towards the stage.
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The beautiful songstress smirked inwardly.
Oh yes. He was coming this way!
As she prepared herself for some pleasant banter that maybe, just maybe, might lead to them becoming just a little better acquainted, if this intriguing young man played his cards right...
She suddenly started.
He had gone right past her table, towards the stage!!!
What on earth?!
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She watched with some evident dissatisfaction as he strode up to the manager, exchanged a few words, who chuckled but nodded once after making an affirmative gesture.
Oh. Was he… you know… did he bat for the other team?!
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Leon strode up onto the stage, taking in the grand piano with limpid eyes.
With trembling hands, he hesitantly stroked the chassis.
He felt a thrill as he sat down and began to imagine the new sound worlds just waiting to be explored…
Yes… one thing was for sure. Music… and in particular, the Piano… this was surely one of the pinnacles of what it meant to be an Artist…
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Meanwhile, Angel's eyes narrowed.
This man, whoever he was… he would pay!
She was beautiful, talented, gorgeous.
How dare he ignore her?!?!
The cheek. The nerve. The gumption!!!
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