Re: log: caspar & dietre; an audition
You would assume that for someone with as many anxieties as Dietre the thought of going to an audition would be a nerve wracking one. Yet, the pianist felt far less nervous than he would have heading to meet a new friend, say, from the forums. This was a professional venture, he was all business. He would be judged on his playing, not so much his character, and he knew his playing was good. The job was one he could handle. There wasn’t much to worry about.
He arrived in the Capital wearing his best three piece suit, dark charcoal grey, the shirt beneath it black, his tie also black, slim and shining silk. With his tall, thin frame he painted a sleek, chic figure, and did not look at all out of place as he walked through the doors of the restaurant. He paused for a moment once inside to take the place in, impressed right of the bat. There was a certain opulence in all the marble, painted frescoes and wrought iron. And that golden, winged lion he could spy through the arched doorway of the upper level was eye catching. Dietre liked what he saw despite that negative voice in the back of his mind having to comment that this was the sort of place his father would love.
After telling the hostess why he was there, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back and admired the view around him until she returned. He stoically followed her to the bar, pale gaze sweeping the room in search of the piano before landing on the restaurant’s owner.
Normally not one to smile when meeting people, Dietre managed something small and professional as he reached out to offer his hand to shake. “Dietre Abendroth. A pleasure to meet you.”