Merton Graves (hushhushhush) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-02 02:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, contessa avery, merton graves |
Who: Merton Graves and Contessa Avery
Where: Regents Park
When: Sunday afternoon
What: Random run-in
Rating: Low
After the run-in Merton had had with his father over the weekend, he needed an outlet. It hadn't been bad enough to complain about; for all intents and purposes, nothing had happened at all. But Merton knew his father had recognised him, and the look of pure uncaring had cut him to the quick. It was bad enough to think his father hated him. To know his father no longer cared was agony.
But in true Merton fashion, by the time he'd reached the park the next day, he'd managed to convince himself he was better off. Who needed a father when he had bandmates and fans? More people knew his name than would ever hear his father's, and no matter his father's definition of success, Merton had reached his own. On his own terms.
Unpacking his cello, he set his hat down on the ground--a cello case would be tacky at best--and began to play. A simple warm up drew an elderly couple's attention, but when Merton really began to play, a crowd began to gather. He barely noticed though, lost in the music as he was; he started off with some Mozart, but quickly moved on to Bach and the famous Cello Suite No. 1. The prelude was the most famous bit, of course, but he played the rest as well, his head swaying to the rhythm as his fingers worked in time with the bow. It was as second nature as breathing to him by now, and his eyes fell shut. This was life.