| playing all your heartstrings |
Tonight was supposed to be a big deal, a white collar kind of shindig for the high class or at least those that could afford pricy tickets to a pricy event. The release of a new album was supposed to be a big deal to him, but Luhan found himself not wanting to be in the building at all as makeup artists fussed around him, fixing his hair and coating his face in layers of foundation.Â
He was getting tired of fancy parties for stuck up rich people, events that made him feel like he was nothing more then background music, playing his heart out to deaf ears. This is what they wanted, his manager insisted it was the way to go, they way to success- or the way to money- something Luhan found himself caring less and less about lately. He didn't play to make money, he played because he loved it.
Head in the clouds he took the stage, bowing down deeply before taking his seat at the piano, breathing in deeply and cracking his knuckles before slowly placing his fingers to the keys and pressing, the sharp press of keys cutting through the room.
His brow furrowed as he reached the complicated parts of the song, relaxing as it drifted back to soft melodies, his eyes drifting shut momentarily as he swayed infinitesimally to the tune, he was lost in the music, in his own little world that kept him safe from all the harmful things around him.
And then it was over, the music was finished and he was bowing to the audience before hurrying off stage to go hide in his dressing room until he could go home to his boyfriends apartment.
He fell into the chair and sighed, pushing his sweaty hair back with shaking fingers-as his hands always shook after a performance- he figured he might try and sleep, since he'd been losing sleep over things lately. However, a knock at the door crushed those thoughts and Luhan groaned, dragging himself to his feet to open the dressing room door, painting on a neutral expression for whatever important person might be standing there.
