The Symphony

The orchestra member's slowly began to trickle in. The concert and fireworks display would begin in an hour and a half.
I limped in with crutches and missing my mechanical leg. I was carrying my cello, and wearing my tuxedo. I sat down in the first cello seat.
I skipped in wearing my concert black dress and carrying my violin.
I walked in, also in wearing a tuxedo. I had my new mecanical leg and sat down in the viola section.
"Hey, nce leg,"
"Hey thanks. Want me to make you a new one?"
"No thanks," I said with a shrug.
"NOONIAN! DEMETRIUS!" I squealed sitting down in the violin section. I set my violin down and walked over to them. "So, did you hear? The first chair of each section has to sing! Which means... DEMETRIUS! YOU'RE SINGING!"
"Oh goll don't remind me," I moaned and shuffled to my seat.
The conductor arrived and some of the some of the songs were rehearsed, then everybody was allowed a bathroom and drink break as the audience was allowed to enter

Anatkah didn't know why she'd come to the performance... maybe it was because the flyer she'd seen caught in a gutter a few days ago said that Demetrius had been playing in it. Whatever the reason, she had decided to come. Her legs hadn't recovered in the slightest and it still made her sick to see them. Demetrius would probably puke or something if he realized the full extent of what the paralysis had done to her. She was still using the crutches that she'd carved, they being far easier than the wheelchair. With them, she felt stronger. She was still... still strong... even without her legs. The doors swung open and she swung herself forward, blinking as the light hit her bright green eyes. Black, waist-length hair fell into her eyes and she made no move to brush it aside. Demetrius here and she didn't want him to see her and ruin his night. She was wearing now baggy jeans, but a nice top. It wasn't concert attire, but she hoped the people would understand... She just didn't own anything suitable for this scenario.

Then the program started. The conductor stood. Mr. Stevenson was his name. An old man with a thick, bushy mustache and spoke with a French accent. "Hello, hello. I'd like to thank you all for coming to the Independance Day Symphony. Today we will be playing pieces by Mozart, Vivaldi, and, yes, a jump to the modern world, Coldplay, as well as many other various composers and artists. I'd first like to have the first chairs stand,"
And with that, the first chair violinist, violist, cellist and basist stood.
"I'd like to indroduce the best of their sections, violinist, Courtney Asher, violist James Browning, basist Jenny Ames, and perhaps the youngest first cellist, and by far the best cellist I've ever met, Demetrius Kappel,"

Anatkah was just sliding into a seat when she heard Demetrius' name. Almost dropping her crutches and crumpling to the ground in surprise, she managed to catch the seat in front of her, but her crutches fell to the ground with a crash that would has echoed throughout the theater if the audience hadn't been clapping so hard.
The woman in front of her turned around and glared at her. "Do you mind?" she snapped. Not giving Anatkah time for an answer, she turned back around to face the stage with a disgusted expression.
Maneuvering into her seat, she grabbed her crutches and tucked them under her seat, face burning with same. Despite her hurt, she gave a cheer that was all for Demetrius before the applause died down and a hush fell over the crowd, full of expectation.

I stood up and sat down with some difficulty, as I'd lost my mechanical leg, in an epic battle with a tree. But I was full of pride. Not only was I the youngest ad the best he'd ever heard, I only had one leg. I could do anything! I heard a cheer for me and looked out into the crowd. Anatkah? No, she wouldn't come. I doubted I'd ever see her again. It made me sad but no, tonight I was too proud and excited. I sat down and the symphony began. We went through a few songs, including Amadeus, by Mozart, and then it was Loch Lomond.
Mr. Stevenson gave a wave for Demetrius to stand, all by himself.
I gulped. The old Scottish peice, was only the first of many torturous solos. I set down the cello, and with some dificulty (and no leg) I stood. I gulped, and in the silence I was given my cue. I began to sing:
"You take the high road and I'll take the low.
And I'll get to Scotland before thee
And me and my true love shall never meet again.
On the bonny, bonny lake of Loch Lomond."
The orchestra was cued in and played.
As the orchestra played, I was cued to sing with the accompaniment, so I did:
You take the high road and I'll take the low.
And I'll get to Scotland before thee.
And me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonny, bonny, lack of Loch Lomond."

Anatkah held her breath while Demetrius sang. The song was so beautiful... and so sad too that it almost brought the tears to her eyes. She'd learned the hard way that crying was no good though... and in the months since he'd gone she'd developed some sort of a block about it. That was just as well though, Demetrius wouldn't want some fool of a girl to start crying at his concert, for this concert was all his; he was the star.

chase walks in and sitts next to the crying girl

ooc: erm... she's not crying, she just feels like it....

occ srry ok

Anatkah hardly glanced at the new guy who'd walked in and sat next to her. She sank back in her seat, wishing that she could just disappear. Running was impossible with her legs, but she had no intention of leaving. It was for Demetrius that she was here.

chase looks @ the girl and says ''wat the matter

Anatkah made a silencing motion to him with a hand, eyes fixed on the stage.

ooc: Ouch, man. Please don't use text talk/symbols in your posting.

occ ok
chase is like ok

Anatkah ignored him. She was here for Demetrius tonight.

chase stares at how cute the girl was

Anatkah felt the guy's eyes on her and she burned with something akin to anger. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Dem would probably kill himself if he thought she was with someone, especially with the way he was looking at her.

chase reachs his arm around her

Anatkah stiffened. She might be paralyzed from the waist down, but nothing had changed about her. She swung around and slapped the guy in the face, ducking under his arm. Where were her crutches? She needed to get out of here!

chase rubbs his face

Anatkah scowled at him, stiffly turning back to the stage. If she'd had use of her legs, she would have gotten up and left right then.

chase is like wow that never happens he reachs for her hand

Anatkah saw his hand reaching for hers and she grabbed his wrist in an iron grip. "Keep your filthy paws off me," she growled, shoving his hand back at him. Jaw clenched and body tense, she tried to focus.

ooc: This is getting good xD

chase is damm ''i dont have paws sweetie'' he says
occ yah

Anatkah was beginning to get nervous. She was all but helpless an no one was paying them the slightest attention. "I don't care what you have or what you don't," she said, biting back her fury. "Just stay away from me."

lol he is damm '' damm chill ''