This painting depicts Sir Simon Rattle conducting Mahler’s second Symphony at my local concert hall, Symphony Hall, in Birmingham. This painting stands gloriously by the entrance to the concert hall and is a sight to behold!
I was supposed to be writing something else but couldn’t concentrate properly on it, so I wrote this instead.
After Grant Us Peace, a couple of people wanted to read about Will and Hannibal at the concert. I tried to write a short ficlet. But instead an extra chapter happened? Oops. Here it is.
Pairing: Hannibal/Will Rating: Teen & Up Tags: au, fluff, romance, music, concerts, public displays of affection, genderfluid Will, young Will Summary: Hannibal takes Will to the concert and they meet Mrs Komeda. Set in my Quicksilver au.
Will had expected a taxi to collect them - traffic and parking on a Friday evening would be a nightmare - but Hannibal had ushered him down to the garage and into the Bentley. When they pulled up in front of the symphony hall, with a sinking feeling Will realised why he’d gone to the trouble. A taxi simply wouldn’t have made the same kind of entrance.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Will said, climbing out of the car and straight into the line of sight of a crowd of onlookers. They were gathered in the foyer, some spilling out beyond the doors, observing who was arriving and who wasn’t. They looked exactly as he’d feared, dressed in things which glittered and shimmered, clasping drinks to their chests and chattering busily. Alert and watchful, seeking useful tidbits to pass on. All excruciatingly social.
Hannibal handed the keys to the valet and swept round the car to take Will’s arm. Will tried to glower at him but it was difficult when he looked so handsome. He wore a dark velvet smoking jacket and a bow tie with a very white shirt. The crispness of it against his neck was particularly distracting.
“No, I couldn’t,” Hannibal admitted. “The opportunity to show you off was too tempting. But we will listen to the music in privacy, and we can go straight there if you prefer.”
Will nodded and let Hannibal lead him towards the sliding glass doors into the hall and the bigger crowd inside. Several of them had already recognised Hannibal, and the knowledge spread visibly across the crowd like flames over oil. Will tried to make his hold on Hannibal’s arm look casual and stood up a little taller, hoping his expression didn’t betray him too much.
The crowd parted to let them through with a slight frisson of expectation. But when it was obvious they were headed straight into the auditorium and no immediate introductions would be made, the lessening of their interest was an almost physical relief. Will breathed a little easier and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. Hannibal nodded a few times in greeting, but that was all.
They passed smoothly through without stopping and into the blessedly emptier space near the elevators.
“Was that a photographer I saw back there?” Will said. There had been a few flashes, some posed movements and bright fake smiles.
“Only the local press,” Hannibal said, pressing the elevator button. “It’s an opening night.”
People portray modern day Melkor’s music as like heavy metal and stuff, but for some reason I see him being like a romantic or even contemporary pianist. Let’s assume the others were all classical musicians but Melkor was different and his style of music didn’t fit with theirs.
He made his own strange scales, chords and tempos that the other vala plus Eru hated and that is his how he was seen as an outcast. His music was unique but had no place amongst them. As dedicated as he was, they didn’t accept him.
(Angbang bit: Mairon was a young contemporary musician on his own, searching for a job but many of his pieces were rejected by major symphony halls; even his old master rejected his music. But Mairon stumbles into Melkor’s hall and before he even presents his music he just listens in awe as Melkor is lost in his own world up on the piano keys. His song is so beautiful to Mairon it is incomprehensible. Eventually Melkor notices Mairon, invites him to play and the two play a duet. It isn’t planned, they play whatever comes to mind .)
What I like about music is that you can use it for so many different things. You can use it for sacred, religious things. You can use it to write love songs. You can go dance crazy on a Friday night. You can do it for a living or as a hobby.
We need music so much. People write music because we need it. Symphony halls are full of people playing music because we need it. There are tons of radio stations playing golden oldies because we need it. I’m all for variety and that each person has a different relationship with music and how they interact with it and what position it has in their daily life. But all of this is because we need it : we need music.
Björk on the necessity of music, Dazed Digital (2015)