Caritas [Saturday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin was not wearing her Robin Sparkles regalia longer than she needed to. Which was for the obligatory performance.

So, for right now, the wig and graffiti denim jacket were tucked away, and Robin herself, brunette and irritable-looking as ever, was behind the bar and eyeing a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

[hooooly crap, wait for this OCD. it's intense. OKAY IT'S ALL UP. For the sake of not collapsing the post from sheer OCD, there's no audience reactions threads -- just react right off the performances, please! Have fun! \m/]

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Eliot Post!

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Whose sister goes to school here!

Re: Eliot Post!

[playsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Eliot took the stage with obvious nervousness, his violin still in it's case. As he pulled it out, the gold and topaz highlights within the lacquered wood were brilliantly visible, making the violin look like the sky at dawn.

Fitting, really.

He took his time setting up, no music in front of him as he placed the violin under his chin. The bow was set to the strings...

The sound was pure and perfect and all his. It rolled through the dark, bounded and rebounded, echoing back to him. Eliot sensed space and time and the vast empty corridors of fate that stretched in all directions from where he sat in the center. He continued, building a song around all he'd seen on the island, the little homes and the shops, the tiny streets. He thought of the school his sister had brought him to, the people he'd met.

Eliot’s hands moved faster, formed chords, improvised, and layered in textures. The music vibrated through him and the wooden stage and out to the audience.

He wasn't playing a song, any melody that anyone would be able to hum after; instead, he played everything he'd seen and done, he played the place, the people. He played for joy and for life and he played the notes that surrounded him like an audience itself. Onward, upward, the way he played wasn't physically possible but it was absolutely fantastic.

And when he was done, he practically fled.

Re: Eliot Post!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah stood up and whistled, even though Eliot looked like he was heading for the hills. "Encore! Encore!"

Re: Eliot Post!

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton wouldn't have missed this for a million dollars and it definitely didn't disappoint.

When he was done she couldn't even applaud at first, so caught up in the melody.

And when he fled, she couldn't help but try to follow to see if he was all right.