Post by Marius Rousseau on Aug 22, 2009 2:32:10 GMT -5
Today's events were still a bit of a flurry in Marius' mind. He still could not believe he had behaved the way he had towards Liana earlier. He had been caught up in the moment and had easily convinced himself it was all in fun, but it had been stupid and impulsive--both things he admittedly tried to avoid at all times. Things could have just as easily gone the other way had he continued to press the issue and act so forward, but by some miracle, she had changed her mind when he had backed off. She would meet him on the roof tonight! He was elated, and his focus was scattered as he stared at his music, trying to study it to be ready. Rather than staying on the black words and lines and notes as he sat on the edge of his bed, leaning forward, his eyes darted to each and every new thing that introduced itself to the room--a ballet member here, a chorus member there, sometimes a bug across the floor or on the wall. It was as though he was a child again, and he couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or excitement or even both.
His feet bounced as he glanced at the sun to see what time it was getting to be. Closer. Just a while 'til dinner, and after that he would have to go to the roof and wait for her. This was crazy; it was impossible. How could he do this and survive? What if he couldn't sing because of his throat being so tight from nervousness and his stomach was all in knots? It would be a mess. She would be there, beautiful as ever, waiting to hear the opening notes leave his lips; only, they wouldn't come. Maybe he would manage a squeak, if he was fortunate, but even that would be laughable. He felt a fool already and he wasn't even there.
With those...pleasant thoughts, the man pushed himself up, grabbing his music and heading towards the dining area, but it was merely for show and hopes that being around friends could help calm him down by joking around and making it easy to forget for a time. Of course, the adverse reaction was true. It wasn't quite disastrous or Murphy's law, but Marius was quiet during the whole dinner, sometimes smiling and offering a few words, but for the most part, he stared at his plate, pushing his food around and drinking a little water here or there. He didn't feel like he could eat. Naturally, Henri gave him a bit of a hard time for it, but because of the recent events of the Masque, it wasn't quite the same on either person's part. The tenor barely reacted, merely smiled slightly or shrugged and went back to pushing his food around and taking a bite here and there. He excused himself from the table after a while and headed over for the stairs to the rooftop.
He quickly made his way, only slowing as he neared some rather somber ballet girls and giving them a nod of sympathy. Quickly, he made his way up the staircase as he reached it, taking the time to breathe and catch his breath before emerging through the doorway and walking out near the edge, sitting on a ledge and staring at his music. Ok, he could do this. He would survive the night without looking like some love drunk fool. That was the last thing he wanted to appear to Liana even though she was probably thoroughly convinced of such after his stunt earlier in the day. He had to recover from that and keep on, sing his best, and enjoy himself, not make her feel just as uncomfortable as he or something. After taking a deep breath, he slowly released it, his eyes going to the door, wondering just how long until she would finish her meal and meet him.
His feet bounced as he glanced at the sun to see what time it was getting to be. Closer. Just a while 'til dinner, and after that he would have to go to the roof and wait for her. This was crazy; it was impossible. How could he do this and survive? What if he couldn't sing because of his throat being so tight from nervousness and his stomach was all in knots? It would be a mess. She would be there, beautiful as ever, waiting to hear the opening notes leave his lips; only, they wouldn't come. Maybe he would manage a squeak, if he was fortunate, but even that would be laughable. He felt a fool already and he wasn't even there.
With those...pleasant thoughts, the man pushed himself up, grabbing his music and heading towards the dining area, but it was merely for show and hopes that being around friends could help calm him down by joking around and making it easy to forget for a time. Of course, the adverse reaction was true. It wasn't quite disastrous or Murphy's law, but Marius was quiet during the whole dinner, sometimes smiling and offering a few words, but for the most part, he stared at his plate, pushing his food around and drinking a little water here or there. He didn't feel like he could eat. Naturally, Henri gave him a bit of a hard time for it, but because of the recent events of the Masque, it wasn't quite the same on either person's part. The tenor barely reacted, merely smiled slightly or shrugged and went back to pushing his food around and taking a bite here and there. He excused himself from the table after a while and headed over for the stairs to the rooftop.
He quickly made his way, only slowing as he neared some rather somber ballet girls and giving them a nod of sympathy. Quickly, he made his way up the staircase as he reached it, taking the time to breathe and catch his breath before emerging through the doorway and walking out near the edge, sitting on a ledge and staring at his music. Ok, he could do this. He would survive the night without looking like some love drunk fool. That was the last thing he wanted to appear to Liana even though she was probably thoroughly convinced of such after his stunt earlier in the day. He had to recover from that and keep on, sing his best, and enjoy himself, not make her feel just as uncomfortable as he or something. After taking a deep breath, he slowly released it, his eyes going to the door, wondering just how long until she would finish her meal and meet him.