apart from going to the orchestra

The midnight performances

The Student Orchestra of Elsewhere University has more performances than announced to the public. Performances late at night, with the students dressed their finest, in front of seemingly empty seats. Some hear the clapping and the cheering, others do not. Some see vague shapes but as the conductor has reminded them again and again, they only look at their sheets or at the conductor. They play their best, upholding the unity of the orchestra as the highest good, a battle (concerto from the latin concertare, to fight or dispute) against false notes and wrong rhythms that would disrupt the performance.

The unity protects the players. The beauty of an orchestral piece stems from the unity of the group. Remove a piece or a player and the unity is diminished. The gentry does not take players from the orchestra if the performance pleases them. You are safe to play as long as you play your best. Woe is to the player who messes up, not even the conductor may save them if the piece falls apart.

Only the conductor speaks to the unseen audience. No one knows what was the price for such a privilege must have been but the conductor never graduates. The conductor watches over the players. The students of the orchestra come and go, the conductor stays, watching over the players.

A Light to Guide Us Home (1/?)

In which Harry is a musician who doesn’t believe in soulmates or destiny or love at first sight, and Niall is an astronomer who might be changing his mind. Read on AO3

Part I: Like Lightning

It’s like getting struck by a bolt of lightning, seeing Niall for the first time.

Maybe it’s because Harry’s been cooped up in his apartment for almost two full days with little to no human contact, that the mere sight of any sentient being, Niall or otherwise, would have hit him so hard. A slap on the back of the head to remind him, no, you’re not the only person in the world, you narcissist.

But he doubts it. Harry thinks it’s because Niall is a bolt of lightning.

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Christmas Confession

Summary: You admit to your friend that you like Sehun, someone you’ve been in love with for two years - and she goes and tells his friends.
Type: School!AU, Fluff/Angst (? where does this fall into aiya)
Length: 2318 Words
Members: Sehun x Reader, Appearances by Beagle Line

Just decided to make this Christmas-themed lmao

- Admin Au(drey)

Originally posted by exofandom12


You avert your gaze in embarrassment, heat seeping into your cheeks. Even the frigid night air slipping between the folds of the curtains cannot calm the sudden red you hope is hidden in the dim lighting, for you have just whispered the name of an enigma, a mystery, the fleeting butterfly’s wings setting off tornadoes in your soul. Two syllables have never had such a dramatic effect on your companion’s thoughts, your mind, your heart.

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THE POP LIFE; End of a Life, End of an Era
By Neil Strauss
Published: June 18, 1998

“And jumping into the No. 1 spot this week,” announced Hiroshi Morita from the studios of NHK radio here last week, “is ‘Pink Spider’ by Hide. As you may already know, Hide is the former guitarist of the group X Japan who shocked his fans by committing suicide recently.”

The studio began to buzz with murmuring. “His record company says it was an accident,” said one engineer, as those around him laughed. “The label also says it’s sticking with Hide’s original release plan,” said another. There was more laughter.

At newsstands, Hide’s face graces the cover of almost every music magazine; in shopping districts, outfits like his sell for several hundred dollars; on television, his videos are repeated as often as commercials, and in record stores his singles are everywhere. Below “Pink Spider” in the Japanese Top 10 was a previous Hide single, “Rocket Dive,” and this week “Pink Spider” was knocked out of the No. 1 slot by another single, “Stay Free,” also by Hide.

In just a few weeks, pop culture in Japan had gone from mourning Hide’s death to consuming it.

Hide (pronounced Hee-DAY) was the intensely charismatic guitarist in X Japan, one of the country’s first and most successful independent-label rock acts (though the band later signed with a major label) and the first Japanese rock band to sell out the 50,000-seat Tokyo Dome. Since it formed in the mid-1980’s, X Japan went from playing loud, fast thrash-metal to stadium-shaking pop ballads, in the process pioneering its own genre, a Japanese equivalent of glam rock known as “visual kei.”

For visual kei bands, outrageous, usually androgynous looks – gobs of makeup, hair dyed and sprayed in ways that made Mohawks look conservative, and a small fortune spent on leather and jewelry – were as important as music (or, in many cases after X, more important than music). When X members followed in the steps of American hard-rock bands like Metallica and cut their hair in the 90’s, thousands of Japanese girls wept openly in the streets.

X actually signed with Atlantic Records in the United States, but the band never released an album at home. It broke up late last year, and Hide began to emerge from the shadow of the band’s most popular member, the drummer Yoshiki (who released a classical album with the Beatles’ producer George Martin and the London Philharmonic Orchestra). With a blossoming solo career, everything seemed to be going well for Hide until May 2, when he was found dead in his apartment, a towel looped around his neck and tied to the bathroom doorknob. Within a week, five teen-age Japanese girls had tried to kill themselves while playing X music or wearing X merchandise. Three succeeded.

At his funeral, 50,000 young fans mobbed the streets. By the day’s end, some 60 of them were taken to hospitals, and nearly 200 received medical treatment in first-aid tents after passing out or injuring themselves. (One girl tried to slit her wrists with a plastic knife.) “Please do not follow him,” urged the surviving members of X. “Do not commit suicide. Send him off to heaven warmly.”

Bryan Burton-Lewis, a radio- and video-show host who toured with Hide as a disk jockey, said the funeral was the most crowded ever for a postwar Japanese musician, which was surprising considering that hardly anyone over 30 knew who he was. “The wake was sad,” he remembered. “I was sitting in there for two hours, and all you heard outside was kids screaming from the bottom of their stomachs. They sounded like demons. In Japan, the image that we have of the X audience is rural kids going through a rebellion phase. They put their life into being X fans: they dress like it, they breathe it, they all talk about how he gave them something to live for.

’'A lot of what Hide did was grotesque. He’s talked about suicide in his records for five years. But the fans who followed him always knew there was a Hide behind that who was a very solid character. He was very outspoken about freedom and doing what you want, and he took on a fan who had a rare bone marrow disease as a personal crusade.”

While the authorities decided that Hide killed himself, his friends and former band members said they felt certain it was not suicide, despite the dark lyrics of some X and Hide songs. Most remembered Hide as a character who would go out of control when he was drunk, often getting himself into some sort of trouble and then claiming not to remember a thing the next day. His death in this strange circumstance, they said, was a drunken accident.

“I saw him a few days before he passed away, and I had no indication from him that anything was wrong other than that he was exhausted,” said Paul Raven, an English musician who played bass in Killing Joke and Prong. Mr. Raven recently formed an industrial hard-rock band with Hide called Zilch. Its debut album will be released in Japan on July 23 and features former members of Nine Inch Nails and the Cult.

“He was under a lot of pressure to finish his solo record,” Mr. Raven continued. “He had three songs completed the day before he died, and now mysteriously a full album is coming out nine days before ours.”

In some ways, Hide was reminiscent of Kurt Cobain of Nirvana, although Hide had a less bleak world view. Hide, like Cobain, said he felt like a marginal alternative-minded figure trapped in the image of a pop star. He despised the music business and wanted to change it; he represented a generation of fans who felt alienated, and his death represented the end of a genre.

“To a certain extent, Hide’s death means the end of an era,” said Steve McClure, Tokyo bureau chief for Billboard, the music-industry magazine. “X were the first generation of visual kei bands, but the novelty has worn off. For the next generation of bands, it’s like: 'That’s it. The torch has been passed to us.’ ”

LL string orchestra AU

I have been working on this for twenty-seven years take it away from me. LONG POST AND LOTSA YOUTUBE MUSIC LINKS AHEAD

Hanayo is first desk cello and is constantly in awe of Umi’s superhuman subdivision skills, and of course Hanayo being Hanayo is always doubting herself at the start of a performance. But if there’s a slow cello solo, half the time Umi just raises her hand and goes “I think Hanayo should play this one.” (Half the time Umi will win this argument, half the time the conductor will go “no, I put you in that position for a reason. stop.” Hanayo’s never sure which outcome she prefers because on one hand, solo!! On the other hand, solo…) When she’s calm and comfortable, and she can settle into the music, she’s probably the best at bringing out that rich cello sound. Her vibrato is probably the best in the whole orchestra. Voted Most Likely to Accidentally Stab Herself In the Foot With Her Endpin, but is the only one that manages to avoid cello injury her entire high school orchestra career.

Rin could have been on cello with Hanayo (best desk ever), but. Please imagine Rin on the double bass. IT’S SO BIG AND SHE’S SO SMALL. And because she’s probably the only double bass (having two or more double basses in one orchestra lol better luck winning the lottery) she can play as loud as she likes and no one will care!! She’d probably struggle most with intonation since her hands are pretty small and she always overshoots when changing positions, but damn if you can’t make out the thump-thump of the double bass over the entire orchestra. Soloing every performance yeaaah
The band keeps stealing the tall chairs, so half the time, Rin has two choices: a) balance on top of three chairs stacked and play from there; or b) stand. And I am infinitely amused by the image of Rin trying to drape herself over the double bass. (Sadly there are not many double bass concertos in existence for her to play)

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So I wanted to write something for the lovely @timelessarmourforalexander for always being so supportive of my writing, and this is what I came up with after she asked me for something music related. I hope you like it sweetie!!

(P.S. This whole thing was written in one sitting with the finale to “Hamilton" playing on a loop in the background)


It was chilly that morning as Alec walked to his favorite coffee shop, the wind tangling his hair even further. He still couldn’t believe he was here.

When Helen had called him up months ago saying she had gotten him an audition with the orchestra she played piano for, he had been furious. Despite going to a performing arts school, and being one of the greatest violinists his age, he had a heart stopping fear of actually performing.

And yet here he was, in Paris. Living in the frighteningly small apartment he shared with Helen and Aline. Thank god Helen could cook, or the other two would have starved to death by now. Or at the very least broke from all the eating out they would do.

The coffee shop was Alec’s one luxury. About three times a week he’d get up early, and walk down to get breakfast and his morning caffeine. Though if he was being honest, the reason he went to this particular café had less to do with the quality and more to do with the fact that he had to pass a certain street musician to get there.


It was a big night for the orchestra apparently, Magnus thought as he took his seat. He still couldn’t believe he was here.

Of course he had noticed the beautiful blue eyed man who came to hear him play, how could he not? Magnus had traveled the world and had never encountered someone quite like him before.

People stopped to listen to him everyday, and many made a point to seek him out after hearing about him. But when this man - boy really - listened it was less like he was listening and more like he was experiencing. His eyes would close and he’d smile just slightly. Magnus had wanted to talk to him for a while but he always left in the middle of a piece.


Alec first saw him about two weeks after arriving in the city. Though maybe “heard him” was more accurate. He was confused at first, thinking maybe spending your time doing nothing but playing classical music could cause you to start hearing it everywhere. But no, he saw a group of three or four people standing around someone. He went over to see what was happening, only to find the most beautiful man he had ever seen playing a cello.

It wasn’t just that he was good looking (though he definitely was) it was the way his eyes closed when he played, the slight smile when he hit a note just right, and the sense that everything he could possibly need could be found in whatever he was playing.


Magnus felt something on his cheek and found a tear falling down his face, that was odd.

He didn’t have time to ponder about this though as the audience was being asked to turn off their phones because the performance was about to begin. He looked through the violinists to find his dark haired angel. He seemed to be a little out of sorts, and Magnus liked to think he had something to do with this. He smiled to himself.

When they started to play he tried to pick out which sound was blue eyes, but of course with so many musicians singling out one was basically hopeless.


After that Alec couldn’t stop himself from going to watch him play when he could. And it wasn’t just the guy’s face that brought him back, it was his playing too. It was that infusion of classical and rock that had become so popular over the past few years, and while the music on its own was just alright, when this man played it, it made you feel like it was coming out of your own heart as well as the cello he was furiously strumming.

As he started to turn the corner, he decided today would be the day he would talk to him.


Overall the performance was beautiful, they had even played some of his favorites. After they had taken their final bow Magnus got ready to get up and meet his star backstage, but he was stalled when the conductor stopped the audience.

“I know you all must be eager to stretch your legs, but our newest addition Alexander Lightwood has requested to play a new piece he has composed himself.”


But when he got to where the man was usually playing, there was no one but a woman putting a flyer on a lamp post.


Blue eyes’ name was Alexander? Why didn’t Magnus know that?

“Good evening everyone.”

God that voice was gorgeous, but why did it feel like he hadn’t heard it before?


As the woman started to walk away Alec went over to see what it was she had hung up. When he read it he stopped and read it again. And then without thinking turned to run after the woman


“I wrote this over the past few weeks. You see I moved hear from New York a few months ago, and when I did I ran into this street musician. He was more talented than anyone I’d heard before.”

And then Magnus remembered. He suddenly didn’t want Alexander to keep talking. But of course he did.

“But before I got the chance to know him I learned he had passed away.”


“wait!” He shouted. The woman turned and Alec saw that her eyes were red. “Is this true?” He asked gesturing to the notice he had ripped of the lamp post.

She seemed so heartbroken and Alec suddenly regretted chasing her down like this. “I’m afraid it is, did you know Magnus?”

“No, though I had hoped to. What happened, if you don’t mind my asking of course.”

She sighed a little but looked resigned when she answered. “He was attacked on his way home by some muggers who wanted his cello.”

This fact hit Alec hard. “I am so sorry.”

She let out an unexpected chuckle at that. “You know I think you’re the first person who’s told me that and actually meant it. I’m Catarina by the way.”

He took her out stretched hand and said “I’m Alec.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”


Magnus sat there with the truth crashing around him. Why hadn’t he noticed? Realized he couldn’t even remember coming to the theatre that night? He had wanted to know the angel in the crowd, and here he was. And the angel was still talking.

“I was lucky enough to have coffee with a friend of his, whose even here tonight.”

Magnus turned and saw that he’d been sitting next to Catarina this whole time.

“She told me all about this incredible mans life, and then I went home and didn’t leave again until I had written this.”

And with that he started to play.

And it was the most beautiful thing Magnus had ever heard. It was somehow slow and sweet, but also passionate and frenzied. And when he was finished he looked back up, and his eyes landed on the seat Magnus had been occupying all night. For the slightest moment he thought he saw shock on Alexander’s face.

Magnus looked back at him, whispered “Thank you” and felt himself slip away. At peace knowing this was the last thing he would experience in this life.

anonymous asked:

could you do this "“we’re playing the same music quartet and you keep glaring at me from across the set-up and I don’t know why” au" for jikook? Thanks!

the first time it happens, jimin doesn’t think much of it. jeongguk is an emotional kid, kind of angry (all the time), kind of quiet and brooding. somehow, the violin suits him perfectly - the high pitched wailing he produces with his fingers and the bow drawing over the strings is how jimin imagines jeongguk cries before bed while listening to evanescence’s old albums. 

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