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@hadrian An enormous of sound waves that came from his guitar couldn’t stop Joshua from playing his own random written melody that he had intact on his own mind. Why can’t he stop playing? Why can’t he stop… crying?

Ah, what kind of emotions did he just have? To gain such an emotion that made his tears drop in such a way that he’ll never gain the reason why. There was no lyrics on the song that he played. Has he ever heard of the song before? Did it symbolize anything of what occurred in his past? Did he even have a past of his own like no other? So many questions had clouded his mind that even he himself don’t have a single clue on what kind of reason or answer behind his own music nor the river that flows between his eyes. Thank god he had his back facing the audience right now. He knew it was an essential point to look at the people around him whenever he plays for them. But did he even have an audience?

An invisible audience playing on an empty stage.

A few moments had passed where his song would come to a stop. It ended quite bitterly in a way that he doesn’t understand himself either on what kind of emotion had soared through his own veins in particular. From something so beautiful he had to end a song in such a way that could scar his own heart. The same beating element that caused sound which was happening right at this very moment. A form of melody, music, harmony as beautiful as angel choirs. They said a person’s heartbeat is something very comfortable to hear. But why does his sound so alarming… so tired.

Is he even a person really?

There he glanced a little from the stage that he stood on. It was a different aura and he wasn’t feeling at ease with it. What was going on besides his own aura of music that ever so lightened his own mood to ever feel this way? It was him in the concert hall with his guitar and himself. But no, there was another feeling and he felt threatened to come near it or let the other come near him in specific. It bothered him to the slightest that he didn’t want to look any further if he wishes for a death wish.

Someone is here.

Joshua disappeared from the stage and into the darkness hoping whatever that loomed from where he was would not come hunting down for him. He was glad to have his guitar with him when he first emerged into this world. There he would have something to fight back against it. His only form of defense.

@joshua ⌜ wonhoté™ ⌟ Hadrian continued to slowly walk down the hall, long legs which were covered by skin-tight jeans carrying him as he continued to observe the old paintings on the wall, brown eyes moving along with the brush with mild curiosity and as he walked, he continued to listen. The sound of rain just loud enough to let him know it was still pouring. Briefly, he wondered for a moment if he should just take the risk and walk home through the rain, after all, getting sick would give him an excuse for much-needed rest but that train of thought soon stopped immediately when the first few notes of a sweet melody hit his ears.

Hadrian stopped in his tracks, slender frame froze as he stared towards the end of the hallway that led into the main concert hall, the sweet song of a guitar filling the air around him and he found himself captivated by the sound, so captivated that the rain outside was completely forgotten and he slowly began walking towards it, heading down the hall with his legs moving of their own accord, the logical side of his brain completely overrun by his curiosity, his sense of self-preservation nowhere near strong enough to resist the pull of the melody that made him feel so safe even though he knew he shouldn't.

Arriving at the end of the hall, Hadrian looked down towards the large stage and saw him, a figure holding what seemed to be a guitar as his frame was illuminated in the moonlight that was shining through crystal clear panes of the high glass ceiling, the broad shoulders clearly indicating it was a male even though Hadrian couldn't see his face properly. For a few moments, he continued to stare before his legs began to move again, slowly walking down the steps without thinking about it, his mind completely entrapped by the music, the sounds like a constant rush of serotonin that filled him to the point where he found himself softly singing along. The song may not have had lyrics but they weren't needed, no, instead the boy softly harmonized with each note as the mysterious male's long fingers moved over the strings and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the stage, staring up the man.

@hadrian Music. The universal language made to be expressed in all sorts of beat, rhythm, and sounds. This is a form of art utilize in such a way of communication towards people coming from a vast society, let alone the whole world. Music can be found in different objects that you use in order to create a new tone, rhythm or a melody that no one has ever discovered before. It also serves as a type of companionship whenever one would feel alone just passing by a busy street off to their own activities scheduled for the day. This form of art exposed a diverse amount of emotions giving off the feeling of calmness, grief, excitement and even a tinge of joy sparked into the mix of all the colors being mashed into one single song.

Tiny droplets followed by a down pour had seeped it’s way through the large expansions of the local concert hall which there resides, a young man in his 20’s. A guitar was present, strapped around his body where he stood on the center of the stage. Confusion clouded his line of thoughts, asking various strings of questions, “Why is he here?”, “What is here?”, “How did he get here?”. There was no time thinking of these useless questions, a light had found it’s way through his puzzled and down casted expression. But he knew one thing that he wanted to do the most.

He wanted to play.

Play a tone, a beat, a harmony. Anything.

Anything to remove this empty feeling of loneliness inside this hall and replace it with something so beautiful that no one can ever compare. A few strings had sounded by the guitar that he has that was strapped around his back. He longed to play, harness the enticing instrument that he was graced and bestowed with. This was who he is, the right kind of person that he knew was trying to scream to be let out into the unknown world where anyone could listen to his creation or kill him. He wasn’t exactly sure how dangerous this world is but he was glad to expose something that shows who he is.

This is Joshua.

Here to share a piece of himself. Present to flaunt a performance that would either be his first appearance or his last. Flying colors grew from the strings which his fingers had flew on across the strings of his instrument. From something so calm came to a result of something so serene that felt satisfying to one’s ears. This was it he was playing for an invisible audience or maybe there was someone out there anyone who can hear his mysterious emotions that he has kept for so long. Once he started to play, he can never stop. Never stop the growing passion he had overflowing through his viens that he kept dear. A harmony thrashing from its confinements just waiting to be set free.

This is a performance from yours truly, ‘A Masked Serenade’.

@joshua ⌜ wonhoté™ ⌟ It was half-past 10 at night when Hadrian found himself walking down the street, the moon high in the sky, and the night air chilly as the young man walked from his university campus after his last class has ended late, planning on heading straight home. He had been on campus all day, having had multiple projects at the same time along with his classes and for what felt like the umpteenth time, he was regretting the fact he had decided to be a dual major, especially when those two majors were Dance and Political Science with minors in business and music even two of those subjects were due to the fact he had to something his parents wanted if he wanted to go to the university he was in currently, a university which had the best dance program in the country and when he truly thought about it, it was worth even if it was tiring

Glancing up, the male noticed how the sky seemed to be darkening with rain clouds and immediately began picking up the pace. That, however, wasn't enough, and soon, within five minutes to be more specific, he was caught in the rain. Full-on sprinting, he went to the nearest place he could find, the local concert hall, and immediately went looking for cover. moving towards the entrance and leaning back against the entrance door only for it slowly open with a slow creak, making him stumble back. Looking at the darkened interior, he immediately shook his head and turned back around, having seen enough horror movies to know better than to head inside. "Nope, nope. you got me ed up. This is why black people are rarely in horror movies, we don't play these games." He stated to himself, folding his arms but it seemed like the weather had different plans for him. After a moment of him standing there, the wind suddenly picked, causing the rain's trajectory to change and begin hitting the boy, forcing him to make a decision to either stay in the rain and get sick or enter the concert.

After several moments of trying to decide what was riskier, Hadrian found himself walking through the lobby of the building, looking around curiously, his naturally inquisitive nature finally taking a hold of him as walked around before moving to walk further into the building, clenching the strap of his bag as he looked around the hallway, mildly creeped out by the paintings of talented musicians that lined the walls. "Ohhh, i'm definately dying tonight." He muttered to himself, not aware of just how much his life was about to change.

@joshua ⌜ wonhoté™ ⌟ @hadrian [] happy roleplaying!