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As they allowed Savannah in, she wondered what in the world she was doing here. As she looked around her, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Everyone in this crowd had come to see a boy play violin. According to rumors, he was actually very good, but Savannah was technically only here to get away from her mother. Still, she was interested to see how this would play out. No pun intended, Savannah reminded herself, as everyone took their seats. She managed to get one 2 rows from the front, so she had a good view, and she didn't have to tilt her head right up.
The 14 year old girl brushed her hair behind her ears as the other people filed in and got to their places. After a while, finally, everyone fell silent and the lights dimmed. It was obviously time for the boy to come out. Unsure what to expect, Savannah just decided to see what was going to play out here, since she didn't want to put her expectations neither high nor low in this situation...she was thinking bout it rather too much.
If her mother knew her daughter was here...Savannah would be in for it.
There was nothing particularly exciting about this performance. He had performed hundreds of times before – and each time, Sébastien Reid had, to put it modestly, knocked the socks of most critics. Despite this, his mum still treated him like he was eight and performing his first solo. “Mum, it’s fine,” he said, grimacing as she fixed his hair for the thousandth time, trying to spit down the stubborn cowlick. She’d cleaned behind his ears once more, wiped the dust from his black formal wear, and she’d insisted that he give his face another scrub. “Just go sit down!” he said, pushing her towards the exit.
Once his mother was out of the way, he picked up his violin and stared down at her. “You okay, Nina?” he asked nervously. He felt the Djinn stir from inside his mind.
“Of course, Sebby!” the voice chirped from inside him. A greenish energy trailed from his lips and entered the violin and its bow. He smiled – it was always easier to perform knowing that she was with him. Although she was a terrible violinist, as a violin she had a sound that could make the Stradivariuses sound as cardboard.
The lights dimmed and Sébastien shook off the feelings of nervousness. The audience immediately fell quiet and Sébastien poked his head out of the curtains, waiting until the orchestra settled to cross the stage. He felt his nervousness turn into a confident sort of energy as the lights around him dimmed, leaving only the stage illuminated. He grinned out to the crowd and, with an impish grin and a, “sorry, mum,” called out to her, he kicked off his shoes and began the Brahms’ Hungarian Dance.
It soon grew to the familiar fast-paced beat and he stood on his toes, grinning out to the audience. It was a relatively short song and he finished with a small bow.
“Sébastien James Reid! Get your bloody shoes on!”
The fourteen year old smirked playfully and winked at his mother, launching into his next song. Oh, she was going to skin him in two hours after his time in the spotlight was over for the night. Of course, most people wanted to speak with him afterwards, and his mother did encourage interviews. Two hours and thirty minutes, he reckoned he was safe for.
Savannah watched as the boy came out on stage. There was a ripple of applause, before it died down and he started to play. Whoa. Whoa. Savannah thought to herself. She was relatively surprised; usually things other people recommended, she didn't like, but this boy was actually really good.
"Sébastien James Reid! Get your bloody shoes on!”
Savannah put a hand up to her mouth to muffle her giggle. Of course, it was probably her elf ears that caused her to hear that, but still. Sébastien huh? She'd actually never met someone with that name before, but of course, technically she wasn't meeting him. Shrugging it off, Savannah leaned back and continued to listen. ------------------------------------------------ The performance was over, and the people in the audience were speeding away so that they could go and talk to Sébastien. Savannah decided to go as well, but seeing how many important people there were, she decided if she got a chance to speak to him, she'd make it brief.
And so Savannah's eyes searched the crowd as she moved around.
“I’m sorry, mum,” Sébastien said, smiling impishly up at his mother. The woman – a frizzy redhead with a temper to match her fiery hair color – rolled her eyes and shook her head. “The shoes pinch my toes and I can’t concentrate. I hate shoes,” he whined, following her off the stage after the performance was over. She carried the shoes in her purse – she wouldn’t force him to put them back on in front of the crowd or the people wanting to speak with him.
Almost immediately, Sébastien and his mother were pummeled with questions. He smiled easily, answering questions and teasing his mother. It was not a well-hidden fact that Sébastien hated shoes and jackets (the reason why he eventually discarded the jacket halfway during the performance) and his mother hated when he ‘stripped for the audience.’
After a while, the crowd thinned out and, when they had all gone, his mother turned to him. “Come on, Sébastien,” his mother said, bringing out her keys. “We’ve got to get home.”
“Wait! Actually, can I stay here for a while? Until the orchestra leaves? I want to practice some more,” Sébastien said quickly. “Please? I have enough money for the cab.” He smiled hopefully, sticking out his lower lip and pouting up at her.
His mother raised an eyebrow. “You’ll get kidnapped.”
“What are the chances a cab driver would know of Sébastien Reid?” Sébastien pointed out.
“Fine, fine. But if I hear you had another of your… fits…” she looked pointedly at the conductor, who was avoiding eye contact with Sébastien and his mother, “I won’t let you out of my eyesight. Got it? You be careful.”
Fits. She’d been referring to when Nina had taken over his body. Nina didn’t have much of a personal space concept, so she and the conductor had been in very close quarters. It was only when Nina forgot how to walk and Seb’s body had crashed to the ground and, with Djinn and human fighting madly for control, overloaded his cerebral cortex and trigged a seizure, that the conductor had realized that the young boy hadn’t been trying to clumsily seduce him.
It was an embarrassing incident for all involved, and after apologizing profusely from the conductor, Sébastien still couldn’t look him in the eye. Nina had apologized, too, but pointed out that she’d only been acting out on his impulses.
Sometimes he really hated that he couldn’t hide anything from the prying Djinn.
Sébastien sat on the stairs leading up to the stage and began to pluck at the strings idly. He glanced up and saw a blonde girl. “I remember seeing you,” he said, running the bow across the strings gently, playing a languid tune. “Second or third row. Near my mum,” he said softly.
Savannah, as she saw Sébastien's mum pass her, she couldn't help but smile a little to herself wistfully. She seemed okay, and she was rather pretty; Savannah wished her own mother looked like that. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she spotted Sébastien sitting on the stairs going up to the stage.
She approached him, but before she could open her mouth he was already talking to her. "I remember seeing you. Second or third row. Near my mum." Oh, so he sort of recognized her? That was different, since usually nobody noticed her, not when she was in a crowd. Then again, she was near his mum, so... Savannah smiled a bit and nodded to confirm this.
"That's me." Savannah said as she nodded. "You're probably used to hearing this, but you were amazing out there. I'm impressed." she told him with another smile. "How long have you been playing?" he must have had years of experience to play that good.
The only thing Savannah could do related to music was sing, but she didn't really do it unless she was out and about, since her mum hated any noise she made in general.
He returned the smile as she nodded in answer to his question. He had quite the memory when it came to faces and names. It helped Sébastien, as there were a lot of people he needed to memorize in order to climb up the ladder of success. His mother had instilled that in his mind. “That’s me,” she confirmed. “You’re probably used to hearing this, but you were amazing out there,”[/b][/i] she said.
Sébastien smiled, his cheeks going a little pink as he nodded. He was used to people saying it, indeed, but that didn’t mean it got old. When he was around older audiences, they asked about his inspiration, his type of violin he used, and his interpretation and composition of music. Very rarely did anyone give him such simple compliments. The critics admitted that he played the violin well, but he could do to act a little less like a fourteen year old boy. His mother always chided him because he could always do better. “Thank you. I mean, really. Thank you,” he said. “Most people our age tell me I should have taken up something more masculine. The guitar or drums or something,” he admitted, grinning.
“How long have you been playing?”[/color][/b]
He blinked in surprise. Most people who knew anything about him knew when he’d first started playing and his first appearance in the professional circuit. “I was three when I first began playing. My mum and dad put me under a formal tutor when I was four, and I started playing professionally when I was eight,” he answered, strumming on the violin idly again. “So this is the first time you’ve heard me?” he asked, scooting over on the stairs so she could sit next to him. He patted the space beside him. “It’s refreshing seeing someone my age come to a concert like this. I mainly just get old people and kids who’ve been forced here by their parents.”
Sébastien looked around for the girl’s parents – or, really, anyone who looking towards her. Nobody. “You came here alone?”[/size]
"Thank you. I mean, really. Thank you. Most people our age tell me I should have taken up something more masculine. The guitar or drums or something."
Savannah rolled her eyes. "Well, the guitar and drums are both nice and all, but I actually like violin better." she said, shrugging and grinning as if it were as simple as that. Well, it was, but still.
"I was three when I first began playing. My mum and dad put me under a formal tutor when I was four, and I started playing professionally when I was eight. So this is the first time you’ve heard me?"
When he made space for her, Savannah sat down next to him, nodding. "Honestly, yes it is, but I really liked hearing you, so I'll have to come to another performance sometime." she said, smiling.
"It’s refreshing seeing someone my age come to a concert like this. I mainly just get old people and kids who’ve been forced here by their parents."
Savannah nodded. "Yeah, but that's probably because I'm different. Other teenagers really only care about..I dunno, football and food, for boys, and makeup and boys for girls. But I guess I'm not normal." she said. But then another grin crossed her face. "But different is good, right?"
She saw his eyes looking around, and his next question caught her slightly off guard, though she didn't say that, of course.
"You came here alone?"
"Yeah. My mum..even if she does like this kin of thing, which actually I don't know if she does..well, she doesn't really like going places with me. She'd probably be embarrassed if she was seen with me, to be honest." Savannah said, shrugging. "I like being on my own, anyway."
“I prefer the violin as well,” he said, smirking a little. It was a bit obvious that he preferred the violin, wasn’t it? The drums were much too loud for him, and the guitar wasn’t much quieter. Still, he liked the noise that the two made, and he’d played against the drums and guitar as well. But as for playing them… he preferred the violin. “Anyway, I think that the violin is manly enough for me,” he said, shrugging.
“Honestly, yes it is,” she said, in regards to his inquiry about whether it was her first time seeing him. Well, that explained the expression he’d seen on her face when he’d begun to play. “But I really liked hearing you, so I’ll have to come to another performance sometime,”[/i][/color] she told him.
Sébastien nodded. “I’m going on tour next month about Europe. I’ve only been to France before, so I’m excited,” he said, watching her. “There will be a few shows in England. You should go.”
“Yeah, but that’s probably because I’m different. Other teenagers really only care about… I dunno, football and food, for boys, and makeup and boys for girls. But I guess I’m not normal. But different is good, right?”[/b][/i]
“Different is good,” he said, feeling a little uneasy about how different he was from her idea of what boys normally think about. His days were full of music and Nina. He tried not to think of girls – or boys, as Nina liked to point out, he was equally fond of them – because his mother always told him that he was to focus on his violin. “I’m not much a fan of footballers, but I love to eat.”
He listened quietly as she told him that her mother probably didn’t even like the kind of music. He was about to respond that he was used to people telling him that, and that it was okay when people had different taste, when she mentioned that her mother didn’t like to be around her. “My mum is just the opposite. She makes sure that I’m everywhere public with her. I’m never by myself. It’s always my mum or Nina—”
He shut his mouth immediately, realizing he hadn’t been thinking before he spoke.
Sebby! Nina scolded.
Sébastien cleared his throat. “By the way,” he said, changing the subject quickly, “I didn’t catch your name.”[/size]
"Obviously!" Savannah agreed, with a laugh. After all, he wouldn't be playing otherwise.
"Anyway, I think the violin is manly enough for me."
"I think so, too." she said, agreeing again, after all she did think he was right.
I’m going on tour next month about Europe. I’ve only been to France before, so I’m excited. There will be a few shows in England. You should go.
"France? Oh, you're so lucky! I've never been, either, but I've heard it's amazing." Savannah said. When he mentioned that she should go to the shows in England, she nodded. "Yeah, I think I will. Like I said; you were amazing, and I'd like to hear you play again." she complimented, flashing him a smile.
"My mum is just the opposite. She makes sure that I’m everywhere public with her. I’m never by myself. It’s always my mum or Nina—"
Savannah's slight jealousy faded into a big curiosity when he cut off his sentence abruptly. She wasn't really one to let things drop, so she fought off the smirk threatening to play at her lips, and she spoke.
"Who's Nina? Is she a girlfriend of yours, maybe?" Savannah asked. Of course, it was none of her business, but she couldn't help being curious.
"By the way, I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, sorry, how rude of me! I'm Savannah, Savannah Patel. Nice to meet you, Sébastien." she said, smiling.
He knew it had been a great error when he’d first mentioned Nina. Sébastien noted the slight twitch of the girl’s lips – a smirk if he’d ever seen one, no matter how quickly she’d fought it off. “Who’s Nina?”[/color] she asked. Sébastien stared at the ground, wriggling his toes in his mismatched socks. His mum hated when he didn’t wear matching socks. So, naturally, he wore mismatched socks. “Is she a girlfriend of yours, maybe?”[/color] the girl teased. His nose scrunched up as he thought about Nina being his girlfriend. Nina was more like a younger sister or even a daughter than anything.
Still, he couldn’t just say, oh, yeah, she’s my magical fairy-genie and sometimes she possesses me and makes me do things that I normally wouldn’t do because I have an impulse control greater than that of a three-year-old’s. Nope.
So, he cleared his throat and changed the subject, asking her name. “Oh, sorry, how rude of me! I’m Savannah, Savannah Patel. Nice to meet you, Sébastien.”
Sébastien smiled and opened his mouth to say it was nice to meet her, when he felt Nina stir. He clamped his mouth shut, horrified.
No! No, Nina! Bad Nina![/color]
But I’m just so bored, Sebby! Pleeaaasseee? she begged.
Sébastien stood up, taking his violin. “O-oh, well, it was nice to meet you, Savannah Patel, but I have to g— admit that I’ve never heard such a name before!” Nina finished, chirping out the ending. She dropped her Lamp – the violin – on the ground and pulled Savannah up. “What a pretty name! Savannah Patel~” she giggled, twirling around in Seb’s body happily.
No! No, dammit, Nina, stop! Seb argued desperately.
“Nope!” she chirped. “Hey! Hey, I have an idea! Let’s go eat! I love eating! Isn’t it marvelous?” Nina said, grabbing the violin from the floor and skipping towards the exit.[/size]
"O-oh, well, it was nice to meet you, Savannah Patel, but I have to g— admit that I’ve never heard such a name before!"
Well that was a drastic change in attitude. Before Savannah could even open her mouth, though, he was pulling her to her feet.
"What a pretty name! Savannah Patel!"
"Thanks." she said, though suspicion filled her mind despite everything. He was acting...like an over excited 5 year old...well, an over excited five year old girl, to be exact. Something was not right here, but Savannah decided to play along.
Nope! Hey! Hey, I have an idea! Let’s go eat! I love eating! Isn’t it marvelous?
Savannah's lips twisted into a smile. This was going to be very interesting. "Sure it is. Let's go." and with that said, Savannah followed Sébastien towards the exit.
Okay, so Savannah was a teeny bit creeped out by the sudden change, but hey, she'd go along with it. It was actually quite fun.
“Sure it is,”[/i] Savannah said. Nina clapped her hands – well, Seb’s hands, but that was just arguing semantics – and continued skipping to the exit. She was going to have such a fabulous time with this little… Nina sniffed. Well, she didn’t smell like Sébastien, but… well, there was no time for her to question the scents of each passing human. Or nonhuman, Nina didn’t really know. Either way, she was going to have very much fun with this Savannah Patel! She giggled. “Let’s go.”[/b][/color] Nina clapped and cheered again, throwing out her arms like an airplane and zooming out of the auditorium.
The chilly English air gave her some pause, but she shrugged it off. “Food is great! Where do we get the food?” she asked, whirling back to Savannah cheerfully. “Hello hello hello hello!” she declared cheerfully, spreading her arms out to the people on the street. The humans backed away from her as she launched herself into a hug with the stranger.
“What the hell? Get off me!”
“No fun at all!” Nina decided, kissing the man on the lips cheerfully. “Boring, boring, boring! Why is everything always so boring?” she asked, bouncing over to Savannah and taking her by the hand. She kissed her cheek and grinned brightly. “Food! I know where to get food now! I remember! And I remember ‘money’… or… was it ‘Monet’? Or ‘monkey’? We need one of those to buy things…”[/size]
Savannah's eyes widened. Seriously? This was definitely not the boy she had met 10 minutes ago. Suddenly though, he was kissing her cheek and taking her hands and her cheeks turned scarlet.
"Food! I know where to get food now! I remember! And I remember ‘money’… or… was it ‘Monet’? Or ‘monkey’? We need one of those to buy things…"
"Uh, um, it's definitely money." Savannah said, her cheeks still that perfect shade of scarlet. She turned her head away.
Nina grinned as the girl’s face turned scarlet. “What a lovely shade of red! It suits you! Really brings out your eyes,” Nina giggled, swinging their arms between them. “Do all humans turn red after kisses? I like the color red. Should I kiss you again to be red?” she asked curiously.
“Uh, um, it’s definitely money,” Savannah said, turning her head away. Nina nodded, patting Sebby’s pocket with her other hand. He still had his wallet. Good! He’d need it! She giggled and looked around the city with wide eyes. She’d never controlled his body out of the auditorium or his bedroom before. It was quite new to experience the city. “So where are we going then?”
“Um… I don’t… know… here! Here has food! I smell the food! Food, food, food, food!” she chirped, running towards the restaurant blithely. It was a little sandwich shop, but that didn’t deter Nina! She burst through the doors with a cheerful hello and ran up to the woman in charge, giving her a hug. “I want all of the food! Is that what you want? All of it!” Nina giggled, flopping into a seat.
“Um… for every sandwich on the menu, that’s 137 pounds… and the soups, that’s… 219 quid in total,”[/i]
STOP THIS! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY THAT IS?! NINA! YOU BETTER NOT—
Nina pulled out Sébastien’s wallet and dumped the money out, grinning up at the woman brightly. The woman stared at her, and handed her the change back. “I, uh… um… yeah, I’ll go get the sandwiches…”[/i]
"What a lovely shade of red! It suits you! Really brings out your eyes. Do all humans turn red after kisses? I like the color red. Should I kiss you again to be red?"
Savannah looked down and shook her head. "Not all humans. And no, thanks, you're fine." she said, as the color in her cheeks faded.
"Um… I don’t… know… here! Here has food! I smell the food! Food, food, food, food! I want all of the food! Is that what you want? All of it!
Savannah began to laugh as the waitress looked shocked and as soon as the waitress left, Seb spoke again.
"All of the food is great!"
As Savannah sat down opposite Seb at a nearby table, she looked at him. "What happened to you? Your personality has gone a bit...well...feminine! It's like you've become a completely different person!" Savannah told him, so that only Seb could hear.
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