This is from a few months ago. I’m not sure where I was going with it, but here it is. Feel free to finish it on your own time.
A 12 year old boy named Larry
decides to join the drama club. He just started seventh grade. The club had decided on performing Oliver Twist for the school play, and miraculously he got the lead role. He had never before been good at anything, so it came as a surprise to him more than anyone. He was unpopular. He wasn’t good at sports. He had terrible acne. The one thing he could do better than anybody is pretend he was somebody else, but his raw talent wouldn’t help with his shyness. He suffered from stage fright. The leader of the drama club was a man named Mr. Fenman. Mr. Fenman thought Larry was the greatest, but he understood his stage fright as he himself had the same problem as a young actor, so he decided to work with him, because Larry was the most talented young actor that Mr. Fenman had ever encountered. He worked with him at every rehearsal, and had no doubt that Larry would be the greatest Oliver Twist the world had ever seen if only he could overcome his stage fright. On the night of the show, Mr. Fenman pulled Larry aside. He kneeled down next to him. “Larry, “ he said, “this is going to be a great night for you. I remember the first play I ever appeared in. I was so nervous, but the director of the play told me a secret, and I am going to pass that secret on to you. Look at the audience, and understand that they are weak and vulnerable. Picture them in their underwear, Larry. Picture them with no clothes on. Once you realize that you are in the dominant position, the part will flow through you. You will become Oliver Twist.” Larry thought about this for a little while, and then he did feel that power come over him. He wasn’t scared anymore. He was born to play this part, and he was going to do it better than anyone had ever done before. He walked out to the stage. The curtains were closed, but he could hear the crowd filing in. The musicians were tuning their instruments in the orchestra pit. In his head, he heard what Mr. Fenman had said: Picture them in their underwear. Picture them naked. Larry strolled to the center of the curtain and parted it slightly so he could see the audience. Everybody was filing in. They were all holding programs. What Larry didn’t know was that his parents, who had been waiting his entire life for him to come out of his shell, had invited almost everyone in his family to the show to support him. The first person he saw was his Uncle Alfred, who was standing right in front of the orchestra pit talking to his uncle Al, who was actually named Albert and had no relation to his Uncle Alfred as they were from different sides of his family. Albert stood there wearing only socks and penny loafers, with those sock suspender things clinging to his varicose vein lined legs just under the knee. He laughed, and his belly shook up and down while Alfred chewed on an unlit cigar and laughed along with him. His body was peppered with weird, discolored flaps of skin, and his uncircumcised penis hung long and fat in front of his baseball-sized testicles. Aunt Ethel was standing a few feet behind them, her colostomy bag bulging out of her yellowed underwear, clutched in between her enormous breasts that resembled beaver tails and hung almost to her waist. She was talking with his Aunt Elsie, who was wearing only a bra that had a pint of vodka stuffed in the left breast. Her legs resembled that of a Sasquatch, as she had not groomed herself since her husband had unexpectedly passed at 37.
I've always loved performing and I recently tried adderall for the first time and it's so odd to me how it kind of feels like a much lesser version of that stage fright adrenaline rush? Like I love being on stage because it causes a thrill that leaves me energetic and motivated and having a med that works almost makes me think of that because it's so easy to get into an inspired and productive mindset now just without the same sort of mania to it if that makes sense idk I'm just super happy rn
That’s awesome! I’m good at performing as well. It helps me focus so much better. That’s probably part of what the Adderall is doing for you.
So! This is a brief little continuation on the idea of a YOI classical musician AU (the original post can be found here).
The idea is still a work in progress, but here’s some other ideas:
When the story opens, Viktor and Yuuri are attending a summer program for the best of the best that attend their school. While it shaves a few weeks or so off of their summer break, it’s a very intensive program that greatly strengthens the musicial abilities of those who attend. Admission is by invitation only, and while Viktor has been invited every year he’s attended (he’s been attending the college for 3 years), it is Yuuri’s 2nd year when he is invited.
While the school year is actually in session, Yuuri has never played piano particularly well due to anxiety and stage fright - certainly not at the level he should be to be attending such an elite school. However, every night, he sneaks off to a practice room to practice where he can be sure there are no eyes on him, and without that sensation, he plays beautifully.
Minako is a professor who specializes in piano, and is constantly trying to help Yuuri overcome his stage fright. One night, she heard him practicing and, awestruck, took a video to send to Yakov (a violin specialist, and the conductor of the Hasetsu Orchestra itself). Yuuri was then invited to the summer program, but not after forcing a few apologies out of Minako for filming his practicing without his permission.
The final assignment of the summer program is a partner assignment, in which those attending the program are paired together by the professors and made to play a duet of the professors’ choosing. They are given a week to prepare, and at the end of the week, they play at a gala attended by the conductors of many famous orchestras as well as their own peers who did not make it into the program. While there is no immediate prize for winning, it is a good opportunity for many aspiring classical musicians to be scouted for orchestras.
Viktor has shown interest in playing Stammi Vicino for reasons that will later be revealed, while Yuuri has only played Stammi Vicino to ease his anxiety or whenever he feels down, and over the years has gotten to the point that he could probably play the song in his sleep. They have never spoken prior to the summer program, and Yuuri can only admire Viktor from afar.
Thank you very much to everyone who’s been checking out our classical musician AU-related posts! There’s definitely more to come ^^
Summary: The Music Meister brings Barry to him in a dream and leaves Barry flabbergasted.
Barry felt exhausted. His body dragged over to his bed where he finally collapsed. Three metahumans in one day. All now safely in their cells at STAR Labs where Cisco would feed them, or Caitlin would feed them, or someone would but Barry didn’t really care who was taking care of them at the moment.
He struggled to take his jeans off as he wiggled up his mattress, too tired to even stand to undress. He kicked his jeans off and pulled off his sweatshirt, tossing it somewhere to be dealt with tomorrow. Left only in his boxers, Barry pulled his blanket up around his body and buried his head in his pillow. The Flash did a lot today, it was time to rest.
No sooner than he closed his eyes, Barry was jolted awake. He sat up and looked around in fright, unsure of what had awoken him. But he wasn’t in his bed anymore. This wasn’t his apartment. This wasn’t even a place he recognized. He was sitting on a velvet chaise in a dimly lit room. There was a small window in the corner of the room, covered by a large maroon curtain. The only other light in the room came from a lamp next to the chaise, which also had a maroon curtain draped over half of it, not letting its full brightness shine. There was a dark hard wood floor and the walls were covered in cream colored wallpaper. There were boxes lining the walls and the chaise was the only piece of actual furniture in there.
“Hello?” Barry called out.
A door opposite the window started to creak open and Barry got to his feet. He felt a shiver and looked down to realize that he was still only in his boxers. He made to bolt from the room before the mysterious stranger could enter, but was stunned to find that his powers weren’t working.
“Who’s there?” Barry tried again. He had to be dreaming. That was it. Hadn’t he just gone to bed? This was all some exhaustion-induced dream.
“Barry, Barry, Barry,” a familiar voice drifted in the door, followed by the man it belonged to.
I’m super sorry for being super late on things today. I went to the other part of Switzerland today - to a congress. Me having huge speech fright only seing unfamiliar faces infront of me and having to speak scares me. But I did it.
I’m so happy, that I went to this congress in the french speaking part of Switzerland and also talked about something I’m passionate about: raising awareness for Young Carers.
Now I’m super exhausted and so amazed by everything that happend today.