The Concert Hall- Auditorium

The song stopped a lot faster than Aimee had expected, and they all were left in a empty silence as the last echo sounded through the room. She sat there, recalling the last bits of the duet they had just played, before turning to stare at Choi. She was befuddled - why had they just done all that? She couldn't figure out anything with that masked, expressionless face of his. What was he thinking? Was it a yes or a no?

She stood up belatedly as Choi got off the stage. Two attendants appeared - one with a coat, and another with several different sunglasses. Watching them help him dress was like her watching a drama. Rich kid couldn't even put his own jacket on, yet he ruled the world like he was God. That type of soap opera.

"Dont call us, we will call you."

Well, if that wasn't a rejection line, Aimee didn't know what was. Some foolish, hopeful part in her mind shriveled up as she watched the officials file out. She took a deep breath, hopping off the stage and jamming her hands inside her pockets. Ah, well. It was what she had expected, right? If she looked at it in a different angle, this was a good thing. Choi would have been a very demanding and irritating employer, after all. It would be better if she found a different job at, say... a cafe, or something. There was less high-strung tension in a job like that, she told herself. Stop feeling disappointed.

"Go right ahead and call," she grumbled to herself, heading for the exit. "See if I pick up."

Quietly, Lacetta had slipped into the back of the Auditorium, sliding into a seat next to the wall to be sure not to disturb anyone already seated, as well as watch, as she was to, the children of Hogwarts. She took her dress and pressed it down, pulled it close so that it would not fall into the seat next to her, and in a way hugged the wall, pulling herself away so as to not disturb anyone who may sit near her.

She had never wanted to be a nuisance, and she hadn't wanted any attention either. Though as Choi had danced with her earlier, it was hard to avoid. And which thus created her other motives behind sitting rather far away, secluding herself from many others.

Aimee tapped her hand against her leg nervously, besides Choi. She watched the rest of the orchestra as they prepared for the concert, keeping quiet. She tried to tune out the audience noise behind her, but it was proving unsuccessful, as her anxiety grew worse and worse by the minute. She risked a glance over to Choi - He was calm, composed... completely relaxed. How did he do it?
Confidence. An excessive amount of confidence.

Slowly, the crowd settled down. The mood changed, also, from contentment to anticipation. She swallowed down, hoping that her nerves would vanish, too. She couldn't spend the whole time fretting about what would happen if she failed (she would get shunned, fired, lose her job, lose money, become a hobo...)

Dein stepped in from the Reception Hall with another glass of soda in his hand. There wasn't anywhere in the front where he wanted to sit, so instead he found a spot nearest the door. Not many people sat back here, so it suited him just fine. Rather than waiting for the orchestra to begin, he instead looked around at the people, and the architecture.

Emma walked in, no longer conscious of whether or not her friends were still with her as she moved towards thr front and grabbed three seats, one for her, two for the others. She was glad to have some friends to hang with, else Emma would get really bored. How long was this thing anyways?


Only now, did she acknowledge that Curtis has said something, and only replied now, "Yeah, well they won't get good seats because of it." She gave a knowing nod as she swung her bare feet back and forth in her seat. She and her mother had been to many showing to the movies theatres where she lived, and they were well versed in getting good seats.

Curtis followed Emma closely careful not to lose her. He glanced around the beautiful hall admiring the architecture of the building before taking a seat to the left of Emma quietly.

Eirina took John's offer and stepped inside, not sure where to sit. She'd definitely want a nice view of the orchestra, but she knew that, when attending orchestra's you hadn't wanted to be too near the front, for the sound quality was meant to be heard from a tiny bit away. However, the back was a bit lonesome, so possibly the middle? Certainly not behind the orchestra, she had done that before and, although it was beautiful, she had received a lot of the percussion and not so much of the other instruments.

Instead of leading the way, she stopped, "Usually the best place to hear would be somewhere in the middle, not too close and not too far. What do you say?"

It called to Lacetta's attention that there were many more people than she had thought. The students appeared to be rather restless as they piled in, but at least they were taking their seats and she hadn't noticed any terrible trouble. No fights, and certainly no damage to anything delicate. Or, so she had though at the moment.

A good bit of breath filled Lacetta's lungs, before she heavily exhaled it. It was sure to be a long night, and she was already growing a bit tired. Not that she wouldn't enjoy the music, she was sure that she would! However it was beginning to become of a later hour, and she only did well in the early mornings and when she'd wake in the later hours of the night.

Michelle came in behind most of the Hogwarts crowd, hoping fervently that the rest of them had already come inside and, say, weren't going to make a ruckus.
She, honestly, didn't give a fidget about music - it was kind of unnecessary, really. Whatever floated people's boats, though... As long as they didn't start killing each other over it, too, she was fine. She backed away from Eirina and John, choosing to cross her arms and lean against the back wall. Only a couple of more hours until they were all done.

John had no idea what to expect entering the Auditorium. To him, he felt like entering the Colosseum for the first time, small and insignificant from the surrounding magnitude of the place. What he knew about music was very little but what he figured that curves in the walls themselves were meant to reverbreat the sound. He was quite in awe, even as Eirina spoke to him. Finally finding his voice John said, "yay. Whatever you say." Seating in the seat she suggested.

Eirina began walking, finding a seat in the middle of the auditorium, however within the row itself they were a little off center. She didn't expect to get exactly in the center though, so she didn't mind. Instead she sat there, taking her small purse and placing it on her lap now, waiting for the orchestra to start. Before it did though, she turned to John, who now would be sitting beside her.

"Have you ever been to an orchestra before?"

(sorry, not very long XP)

The soda pop vanished in an instant in Dein's hands. He should have known better than to think he could bring food or drink into the Auditorium.
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Looking in the corner of his eyes seeing Aimee fidgeting in her seat made him antsy. At first he ignored her sudden jerks of movement, than he started to fleck his handed glove but that did not last long either. Finally, he reached over clasping her hands in her lap to steady her movement. Choi lean over to whisper in her ear, never taking his eyes off the stage, "You will be excellent." It would be the first time ever he complimented Aimee on her skills, if only to stop her from twitching so much.

Secretary Woo gathering every last person in the Concert Hall, made his way to the stage. He was a very composed man, with a slight stiff disposition, but first impressions always deceive the judgementer. As he stood center stage, he waited for the sparse talking to disperse before announcing the orchestra. "Ladies and gentlemen welcome. I, Yu-Joon Woo, would like to inform what this occasion means to myself and the people working hear at HoenJae Concert Hall." Unlike Choi's choppy Asian English accent, Secretary Woo was eloquent in his speech.

Choi sat stiffly in his seat, realizing what Secretary Woo was about to announce. All he could do was squeeze his hands not realizing one of them still held Aimee's hands to her lap. "This Charity concert is held in honor of Han Min Ju, who thought that she can change peoples lives through music, and who dedicated her life to spread happiness where ever she went. In his mother's footsteps, Seung Pyo Choi of up holding the tradition of the Spring Charity Concert. All proceeds will be donated to St. Mungos Hospital."

"I have taken up to much of your time already. Let me introduce you, Ladies and Gentleman to HoengJae Orchestra." He stepped aside and the lights over head illuminated the musicians that curved around an risen podium, which stood the master conductor, Ellington. At once they started to perform their first piece.

Set Fire to The Rain

(Please note that No one is allowed to "walk in late." You can rp it as you walked in with everyone else, then the speech, but their shall be no one walking in tardy because the doors are locked.)

John's eyes darted back and forth, still amazed by all he saw. It was very grand and spectacular in appearance, simple but refined. "Does being at the six play count?" he asked, but before he got a reply, a well dress man took center stage, and almost imeadiatly everyone's undivided attention was on Yu-Joon, as he talked about the owner of the concert halls mother.

His breath caught in his throat as the first notes rang out. He was at a lost for words.

Madison had been almost soundless as she stood near Michelle. She did not speak until the music had started, and she only spoke in a low whisper, "Are we going to sit down or not?" Madison asked, expecting Michelle to go through the effort in finding a seat, not her.

The auditorium itself was extraordinary, and so beautiful even Madison had to admit to it. And as the orchestra began filling the auditorium with music, Madison no longer felt fit to stand. She was fully prepared to pay these people respect in this public setting. Standing would not be respectful.

Dein cocked his head to the side with a frown as the soda vanished from his hand, then gave a sigh as he got himself more situated in his seat. This was going to be a long night, he could tell just from the little speech the man had to give. And if he couldn't even have a beverage, time was going to move really slow. As he sat there, listening to the performance, he rested his head in his hand.

(Have we all forgotten about this? TT^TT)

As the music played on, Dein kicked his feet up onto the seat in front of him, paying no mind to the glares he received from the fellow student that sat there. Eventually the kid gave up and simply moved, provoking a smirk to appear upon Dein's face.

Realizing where Choi's hand was, he released it immediately from Aimee's. Once again, he showed an emotion that he never showed before to Aimee, which was embarrassment. His face turn pink and he stared intently at the orchestra as if nothing had happen.

As the rendition of 'Set Fire to the Rain' came to a close, Mr. Ellington, the master conductor, transition to the next song. Even though Choi looked bored, maybe even preoccupied with performing next, the music resonated as an epic adventure.

Dream Drop Distance

(I was waiting till Eirina posted, or a few more ppl post before I started the next song. Sorry for lagging,)

As Emma sat where she was, really trying to sit still as much as she possible could, the next song came, and her face flushed. Her head shot up to stare at the orchestra as they perfectly caught her attention with a melody most familiar to her. It made her grin the biggest grin possible on her tiny face. She immediately turned and shook Curtis, in a voice just low enough to be called a whisper, "I know this song! I know it, I know it!" She then turned to Avileene, "This is so cool!" Before she turned back to the orchestra, trembling in excitement. If she closed her eyes, she could just see all her favorite, most lovable characters of all. She could almost imagine them dancing, clashing, and fighting back and forth across the stage. She laughed, her heart all aflutter as she reminisced in the wonders of the game in which the song came from.

He smiled at her outburst of excitement. He watched her close her eyes as she became entranced by the music. He similarly closed his eyes and enjoyed the music flowing off the stage down over the crowd. It was quite beautiful he had to admit.

Blaine listened in on there conversation. He didn't know much about Blaire's past or her childhood. He paid close attention but pretended he wasn't eavesdropping as he looked around. He didn't jump in, just stood with his hands in his pockets, against the wall quietly.