Concerto for Four Hands (CC and Kurzyk)
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				Title: <strong>Concerto for Four Hands (CC and Kurzyk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 18:33:57</strong>
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				Sophie Albeniz searched the crowd at baggage pick-up for the familiar face of Candace Brown, her agent while idly rubbing the back of her neck.&nbsp; She'd spent the last few hours pointedly ignoring the man in the seat beside her on the plane by focusing on the long boring stretch of water below her.&nbsp; Her mind kept wandering back to the same argument she'd had in her head many times over the last few weeks.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Why had she said yes to this crazy proposition?&nbsp; And, as always, it landed back on her love of a man.&nbsp; Not a love that was romantic or sexual, but simple adoration.&nbsp; Isaac Manning was simply the best conductor she'd ever worked with.&nbsp; He had helped her from the infancy of her career...pushed her in ways that no one had ever pushed her before, buoyed her in times of despair and shown her avenues she'd never dreamed of on her own.<br><br>In short Isaac had been her none to gentle mentor and a father like figure ever since she'd first met him just as she graduated from conservatory.&nbsp; And this love for him had done it.&nbsp; Doomed her to the task ahead.&nbsp; She did look forward to the project in many ways, but why...good GOD!!? Why had he insisted on Alexander Ivanov as her partner?&nbsp; She had never hidden her feelings about him to Isaac.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>But Isaac had pulled at her heartstrings and played a trump card that made Sophie willing to do just about anything...even play with Alexander.&nbsp; Cancer.&nbsp; Isaac had surprised her with that bit of news.&nbsp; "Please Sophie...I know you and Alex have a history.&nbsp; But that was so very long ago.&nbsp; I've worked with you both and I know...I just know in my heart of heart that the two of you will be the only pianists I can trust with this piece.&nbsp; Please...for me Sophie.&nbsp; A dying man's last wish."<br><br>Sophie couldn't say no.&nbsp; Not after that last bit.&nbsp; She had vacillated and argued a few times for other pianists. But every time Isaac pulled out that last bit and she caved.&nbsp; She had no idea what Isaac had said to Alexander to make him agree to play with <em>her</em>.&nbsp; Perhaps he didn't even ask who is partner would be.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; He would know.&nbsp; He would be too egotistical to simply agree to play with <em>anyone </em>not near his own level.&nbsp; He certainly would have asked to make sure his partner would be qualified.&nbsp; <br><br>She shook her head.&nbsp; It would be fun.&nbsp; She convinced herself that Isaac's music would make it all worth it.&nbsp; Candace finally showed with a look of relief on her face.&nbsp; <br><br>The oaf who had sat next to her on the plane tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to the advertisement for Lincoln Center on the wall behind them. "See there...that's the man I was telling you about...Now...that man is the one I was telling you about.&nbsp; Our home town boy--a <em>real </em> go getter on stage."&nbsp; He nodded and lumbered off to his luggage.<br><br>Sophie stared briefly at the face of Alexander Ivanov, his sultry good looks larger than life on the advertisement.&nbsp; She looked at Candace and said,"I got a lecture on the plane from the man next to me-all about pianos and how to play...He encouraged me to attend a performance of Alex's."&nbsp; &nbsp;She rolled her eyes and prayed silently for patience. <br><br>Candace pulled Sophie by the elbow away from baggage claim and to her car.&nbsp; &nbsp;After the ride in the plane, Sophie just wanted to get to her new apartment and get cleaned up.&nbsp; Candace introduced her to the guard at the desk and got her cardkey for entry to the building and the apartment itself.&nbsp; Sophie spent the next few hours trying to remain awake and avoid jet lag.&nbsp; She had to be at the hall the next morning to look at the new music and she wanted to be in good form.&nbsp; <br><br>At nine o'clock she gave up and flopped onto her new bed and fell asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concerto for Four Hands (CC and Kurzyk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 06:56:14</strong>
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				New York. The city that never slept or so they say. Very few that came to this towering height of architectural achievement actually did sleep. From business men chasing the dollar, laborers maintaining its glorious structure, to homeless struggling for their next meal, everyone had a story, a memory of who they once were and the sacrifices made. Each story wove together in the cracks of the streets like an urban tapestry hiding its loose string.<br><br>The city had a pulse, a breath of life that drove its inhabitants to dream for it. Its ambition actualized in the wake of every story that walked through it. Most of the city, in fact a very large portion, were the laborers that never slept. Hands of steel and a lifetime of resolve they were the ones found scurrying in sewers, subway tunnels, and inside holes in the street entangled in wires. They were also found in the offices, street cleaners, electrical and water systems. Together as a team they dedicated their lives to maintaining the city in the most direct way possible, with blood and tears.<br><br>The remaining element, aside from the criminals cutting side deals and cheating the system with drugs and robberies, and the homeless eating the scraps and leftovers, were the upper class; the high strata of society that ran things. They were the elite, the chosen, the ones destined to be CEOs, multi-billionaires, and NY’s finest. They were a small minority, but existed as royalty with the rest of the city as their staff. Among them were not only the business men, socialites, and nouveau riche, but also the Artists who had their elite and were chosen while still in school. Prepped and groomed they were prepared to be welcomed as the entertainment of the royalty and as such were doted upon with praise and wealth.<br><br>This was the city that never slept. Insomnia had its reasons, most of which were founded on lies. <br><br>It was 2:15am, turn of the night into early morning. Bars had pushed out their last customers, and only the clubs downtown still kept a beat. Most of the city tossed in their beds, lost in the shifting restlessness of their dreams save one; who now stood on a balcony overlooking a beautiful sleepy skyline. His arms rested on the rail with a glass of Merlot half empty. <br><br>He was a smooth shaven and handsome man with short brown hair that when not combed had a few strands that flopped down on his forehead. Shirt button open at the collar, he stood in a tailored suit crafted from a hand that believed in him. <br><br>The door to the balcony opened as two giggly girls, both blonde stuck their heads out. Having noticeably had too much to drink, they were flushed and very interested in him. <br><br>“Alex aren’t ya coming?” Her fingers curled in her mouth with an obvious flirtation. Her friend giggled and whispered to her friend, “He’s rich?” To which they both laughed and nearly fell over.<br><br>He didn’t remember where he had found them, and at the moment really didn’t care. <br><br>“I’ll be right there.” His voice was tired, pensive.<br><br>They both gave him a look. It was the look of wanting sex on the spot, no romance or seduction. The look of want… hunger.<br><br>“Maybe we’ll just start without ya then,” she grinned and looked at the other which sent them both into giggle fits. Shaking his head he sipped the wine and kept looking out. <br><br>As he heard their giggles down the hall leading to the bedroom, he sighed. Every night was the same. He had the life. Yet, he couldn’t sleep.<br><br>It had been so long since he’d seen her. Fifteen years to be exact. <br><br>*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br><br>It was a cool evening as the black Honda Civic pulled into the valet parking area of the concert hall. A dashing young man, sporting a sleek suit, slipped the valet a tip and walked over to the passenger side. Holding the door open he grinned, “For you m’lady.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concerto for Four Hands (CC and Kurzyk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 21:57:37</strong>
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				Sophie swung her legs around to get out of the car and smiled back as Alex opened the door for her.&nbsp; SHe thought it was terribly romantic and sweet that he called her "m'lady."&nbsp; &nbsp;He was the very definition of a romantic hero in her mind.&nbsp; Ever since she had met him at the beginning of the school year, she'd fantasized about just talking to him.&nbsp; But, being new to the states and still nervous about her English skills, she'd shied away from any conversation.&nbsp; They'd been in several classes together, of course, since they were both piano performance majors, but she'd never had the nerve to approach a man, let alone one that made her tummy seem to feel like nervous butterflies inside.&nbsp; <br><br>She was sure he'd never even noticed her until the master class the previous week when Nelson Crawford--one of the most gifted and famous performers in history--had picked the two of them at random to work on a duet in front of the class.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had watched him perform for the class and knew that he was going to be one of the new and upcoming talents if he stayed with it.&nbsp; THere was something about the way he approached the piano that made her want to melt.&nbsp; When Mr. Crawford had insisted they play together, she knew that her own performance must have caught his attention as well.&nbsp; Sophie and Alex had to sit side by side at the piano as the old master gave them pointers on sharing the piano and how to do it with style.&nbsp; She'd found it incredibly exciting, and yet, she still wouldn't have approached him.&nbsp; But, luckily for her, he approached her and asked her out.<br><br>And now, here they were on the official date.&nbsp; She hadn't said anything to Alex, but this was her very first date, ever.&nbsp; Her parents had not allowed her to date when living at home and kept her pretty well cloistered.&nbsp; She had dressed in a rather conservative black dress, nearly perfect for performing in, the only exception was that it had a rather low neckline.&nbsp; Her grandmother's opal hung on a long chain and dangled delicately above the cleft of her breasts, something she considered one of her more fetching elements.&nbsp; Next to her hazel eyes, she thought they were the best part of her body.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you Alex," she said as she stepped out of the car and up to his side.&nbsp; "I'm really looking forward to this program tonight.&nbsp; I've never heard Carl perform, though I've heard he's going to be one of the best."
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