His room was a mess, clothes scattered all over the floor, dirty dishes piling his bedside tables, blankets covering his body; it made you feel sick just thinking about what he was doing to himself. Everybody else thought it was a blessing that he finally got the courage to break up with the girl who just loved to play with his heart. Luke, however, was loathing in self pity. “I’m so in love with her,” he would choke out, “why did I listen to you guys? I fucking miss her.”
You tried telling him that he’d get over it, that the pain would subside and soon he’d feel the relief of breaking it off. Luke wouldn’t listen to your words however. He’d just go back to living in his cave of bedsheets and despair. Getting tired of seeing their younger brother destroy himself over someone unworthy, his brothers begged you to continue your attempts of getting your best friend out of bed. You tried to comply to their request, however you were quickly running out of ideas.
Summary: If there’s one thing in New York City you can count on seeing, it’s love and music. As the principle Bass Clarinet player in the New York Philharmonic you can honestly say that you have everything you’ve ever wanted, and nothing is going to change that.
AN: See I told you I had an amazing idea fora Nick Vaughan story, and ofc it’s going to be about music and I’m so sorry if you don’t like it but I’m excited and maybe you will like it???
If there was one thing you loved about the summer, it’s when recent graduates auditioned for opening spots in the ensemble. You remembered it yourself just a few years earlier, walking in and no one staring directly at you (but they were, how can you not?) and sitting in a chair and just starting to play. Sightreading is easy, but for most people this is one of the toughest auditions of their life; a John Williams piece with no preparation could be tough on anyone, you were just lucky enough you played it in high school.
Today was no different, a few flutes, violins, trumpets, etc. all walked in with a sense of awe on their faces. You weren’t too fazed, and when the scuttling of chairs stopped echoing and the director nodded, you sat up a bit straighter,and listened to the speech she gave every year.
“Welcome to your audition, In front of you is a folder, please remove the piece ‘The Cowboys’ by John Williams.”