Yuri is a prodigy music student at a university of traditional arts. Otabek is a DJ, who compses his own music of classical dupstep, and plays it in the clubs he works in. Yuri’s life circles around classical music, and he plays everything to the exact note, it has to be perfect or its not good enough. Otabek likes to explore with music, and even though he loves to listen to the original piece, him personally, when he plays, doesn’t like to stick to the original piece. Otabek has always been a fan of Yuri Plisetsky, the prodigy musician, he loved the passion he put in the pieces he plays, how he plays from the heart. He goes to every one of Yuri’s concerts that the local theatre holds.
Otabek had been hired to work at a new nightclub down the street every weekend, and he did not expect to see his idol in the corner sulking with a cocktail in hand.
Yuri really didn’t want to be there but Mila had insisted for him to accompany her and her long term girlfriend- Sara, saying that he needed to loosen up. The club was loud and he really hated that people wanted to get close him, but the fucking hot DJ, kinda soothed his ‘internal pain’.
On his break, Otabek approached Yuri, intending to tell him how much he loves his music, but the words don’t come out, as all he can see is his gorgeous green eyes.
“You have the eyes of a soldier”
He didn’t mean to say that,but he did. He didn’t exepct him to react, he did- his cheeks were dusted pink. He didn’t expect him to reply, but he did.
“Did you compose it yourself?”
“The violin dubstep”
“You changed it. It’s not supposed to be played that way but its nice”
Yuri doesn’t really like it when people change classical music, when they change the pitch, change the key, the order, but Otabek he played it differently. He didn’t really change the piece technically, just the position of the movements, the timing of the movements and added the beat. He was surprised when he found himself enjoying the way he played.
“Sorry I didn’t introduce myself properly, I’m Yuri Plisetsky.”
“Yeah, I know. We kinda met before.”
How could Yuri remember such a beautiful face?
“I was in your class when we were younger, Feltsman’s Acedemy for gifted children. I was a violinist in the exeeding class, I failed to reach their standards and here I am now. But you were amazing, I watched you perform beautifully on the lyre, almost fairy-like. Almost. Your touch was soft and light, but your eyes were stern and focused, soilder-like. You might not remeber me though… Otabek Altin”
They kept talking after that until Otabek had to return to finish DJING.
Yuri waited the rest of the night for Otabek, and they continued their conversation once he finished. They schedueled a tea date and one thing lead to another.— Based off my undying love of Lindsay Stirling and my fangirling of Otabek being a DJ. May turn this to a full length fic… see how this goes