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and the very essence of music is romance

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marcodicz:

“… in that case, count yourself lucky he didn’t show up.” Marco said, his eyes going large at the knowledge of a portable battery. It might be a smart thing to carry around, but to brag about it, really? “And then think about listening to your gut instinct next time, it’s usually right. But hey, you’re here now. May as well enjoy the rest of the night, right? Want another drink?”

“go with my gut,” josephine said. “duly noted.” pints of beer and football games: this wasn’t exactly her scene. she can’t even remember what compelled her to agree to come to this specific bar. “yes, please. i suppose you have a point; i can’t waste such a nice dress.” she extended her hand to him. “josephine,” she said. “you should probably know my name before you get me a drink.”

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haylcigh:

“come on, stop looking at your watch. if he shows up, he shows up. if he doesn’t, he doesn’t. honestly, men suck. i’ll kick his ass if i ever see him.” she turned to the waiter and nodded her head, “you heard the lady, two glasses for her and one for me. also, bread, lots of bread.” if there was anything hayeligh could do for josephine, she would. there were so many things that she had given hayleigh in her life, a close mother figure being the largest. when her father was unable to answer a question or unable to give the right advice, it was stacey duchamp that always knew just the right thing to say to her. she would forever be thankful for the bond that she forged with the older woman. as the waiter brought back their wine, she took a sip and set it down before her, “but seriously, tell me who he is, i’ll hurt him. it’ll be fun.”

josephine could only offer a sorry smile to the flustered waiter. the two girls were so different that it surprised most that they were quasi-sisters. mr. parker -- although he’d always insisted that she call him by his first name, she never did -- was more of a father than matthieu duchamp ever could be. matthieu could only provide his own hopes and dreams for the young girl whose face was slowly fading from his memory, as well as his trust fund. but it was mr. parker that she went to on father’s day with the silly drawings and the homemade pancakes that she’d made with hayleigh. it was mr. parker that she went to when she began to feel things in her heart for a boy for the first time ( her mother had insisted that it was just the romeo and juliet sonata getting to her ). “really, there’s no need,” josephine chuckled, downing some wine. “it’s just some barista from a mediocre café. i’m beginning to think that this date was some sort of attack on my ego; some kind of revenge for turning him down twenty times. joke’s on him though; i’ve no ego to damage. at least, not in the there's-an-endlesss-line-of-men-waiting-on-my-doorstep kind of way.”

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cantaloupe, cherry, lychee, watermelon, papaya

CANTALOUPE: what are your parents’ names?

“you probably know them: stacey duchamp ( née payton ) and matthieu duchamp.”

CHERRY: can you play any musical instruments or can you sing?

“to get the simpler answer out of the way, i’m not a great singer, but i’ve had to sing in some ensembles during college. you know, for educational purposes. as far as musical instruments, i’ve been playing them since i could breathe. kind of how wands choose their wizard, my mother believes that the instrument chooses the player. i’ve dabbled in everything: percussion, viola, cello, double bass, flute, clarinet, piano, and so on. but it was the violin that chose me.”

LYCHEE: satin or lace?

“satin. cheap lace is irritating, but even the cheapest of silks still feel sort of soft.”

WATERMELON: do you have a job? if so, what is your job title?

“i am a professional violinist. i am also the head of the music department at devinstone community college, as well as the only music professor. thus, multiple jobs ( within this one job ) have been bestowed upon me. for example, i teach instrument performance, conducting, pedagogy, music theory, musicology, conducting, and i conduct the orchestral ensembles. i suppose, since i’m working on my first full-length symphony, i’m a composer as well.

PAPAYA: what song describes your aesthetic?

“as far as instrumental music, i’d say camille saint-saëns’ introduction and rondo capriccioso in a minor. as far as music with lyrics, i’d say bobby vinton’s mr. lonely.”

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dragonfruit, starfruit

DRAGONFRUIT: do you drink alcohol?

“yes. although, i’m not a fan of all alcohol. beer? hate it. vodka? can’t stand it. tequila? yuck. really, i just like ( white ) wine and the occasional cosmopolitan.”

STAR FRUIT: favorite sea creature?

“definitely the elasmosaurus. who doesn’t love a swimming dinosaur?”

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Kiwi

KIWI: what’s something that fascinates you?

“i quite adore art. all kinds of art, whether it be music or dance or visual art or theatre, i love it. what really fascinates me is that, as artists, we ultimately have the same objective behind our art, but each art has its own nuances and specificities and techniques.”

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peach

already answered!

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peach, raspberry, coconut

PEACH: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

“don’t tell my students, but yes. i have five tattoos: a constellation on my left wrist, a drawing by a dear friend from my manhattan days on my left bicep, another drawing on the right bicep, a singular lavender blossom on the nape of my neck, and a drawing by a friend from cleveland on my left rib. when i perform and when i’m on duty, i specifically wear clothes to cover it up. either that, or i make magic happen with some foundation and powder. i only have one piercing: my earlobes.”

RASPBERRY: favorite flower?

“white roses and white lilies-of-the-valley.”

COCONUT: favorite perfume?

“chanel no. 5, because of my mother. and beach walk by replica, because it reminds me of the south of france.”

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send me a fruit

peach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

raspberry: favorite flower?

lemon: do you have any pets? what are their names?

mango: what is your trademark?

passion fruit: how would you describe your style?

pineapple: sexual orientation?

strawberry: favorite desserts?

cherry: can you play any musical instruments or can you sing?

grape: if you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?

banana: favorite horror movies?

blackberry: is your life an action film, a comedy, a romantic comedy, or drama?

pomegranate: when do you feel the most confident?

cantaloupe: what are your parents' names?

guava: dark & dramatic makeup or natural makeup?

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

plum: favorite clothing brands?

coconut: favorite perfume?

lychee: satin or lace?

blueberry: what do you want to dress up as for halloween?

apple: what do you use more, tumblr or twitter?

kiwi: what's something that fascinates you?

watermelon: do you have a job? if so, what is your job title?

papaya: what song describes your aesthetic?

cranberry: favorite time of the day; morning, afternoon, dusk, or night?

nectarine: would you consider yourself an emotional person?

orange: do you have long eyelashes?

apricot: what do you do when you're sad?

star fruit: favorite sea creature?

dragonfruit: do you drink alcohol?

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phoebe--price:

“that’s cool. i like to travel too but my job keeps me here. i actually went to boston university for my bachelor’s and my master’s for business. i like school so i went for the master’s a little early but then it left me time to do my degrees in history and english. those were less practical but still interesting. sounds like you’ve accomplished a lot but personally i think interpersonal relationships are important to living life to the fullest. my advice, not that you’ve asked, is to make sure you don’t neglect them. basically, relationships are fun in my experience. ”

“sometimes part of me wishes that i had a normal college experience, one that wasn’t spent mostly in a practice room or onstage. did you know that some people in my graduating class made a petition to revoke my title of salutatorian because i was going into the arts? how provincial,” josephine grimaced. “you do have a point, but let me suggest this: i lack individual interpersonal relationships, but when i perform, i’m connecting and communicating with the audience through the music. i may have never had a boyfriend, but at least i have that. it’s not total neglect, but just a different type of interpersonal relationship.”

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elisabethtrenton:

“Would you think less of me if I said I brought it in preparation for a moment like this?” Elisabeth smiled, uncorking the half-full bottle of wine and reached over to the drawers for two mugs —- whatever worked, right? “Just expect me to call on that frequently, because I’m in over my head with essays myself. Multiple choice answers would be so much easier and wouldn’t cost me any precious sleeping time. Yours sound very subjective though. How exactly do you grade recordings?” 

“no,” josephine smiled. “in fact, i keep a bottle of chardonnay in my desk for particularly hard days. but only outside of school hours, of course.” she held the mug of wine gingerly, holding it up to her lips and taking a sip. it was a welcome taste to her dry throat. “on the contrary, it’s mostly objective. the majority of the grade is based on intonation, rhythm, and tone quality. the minority -- the subjective -- portion of the score is on shape and performance. as much as i love music, i agree: multiple choice exams would have been much easier.”

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phoebe--price:

“violin, huh? i’m more of a cello fan myself but violin is a close second. not that i believe in this but don’t they say that those who can’t do, teach…i mean are you a professional or what? was all that cutthroat training worth it in the end?”

"i’ve certainly heard that, but yes, i am a professional, i’ve just done everything except teach. i performed with royal concertgebugow as a guest artist the year after i graduated from juilliard with my masters degree in music. i’m currently writing my first symphony, and i’m pursuing my doctorate degree in musical arts via online classes from boston university. really, teaching’s just my day job. i think it has to be worth it; it’s given me so many opportunities to travel and to experience the world and do what i love.”

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ladyshaem:

“I say it’s around now.” Shae started, a sympathetic look on her face as she looked down at the girl, alone, at a table for two. “I’m going to take this seat here, and you can pretend we know each other so you don’t have to go home without having had dinner because some asshole decided to not show up.” She offered her hand out then, “Shae Mancini.”

“oh please,” josephine smiled, “i was going to have dinner even if he came or not. but i’m starving, and it would be impolite to arrive to your date to see that the other has already started eating. if anything, my meal’s going on his tab.” she reached out to meet the other’s hand. “josephine duchamp. it’s a pleasure.”

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jessegreyscn:

“a barista?” he raised his brow already thinking this guy was trouble. one of his jobs as a detective was to analyze people and read them. “baristas are unpredictable. think about it, they see a lot of people every day, at most thirty per hour depending on the day. he probably gave his number to a lot of people until someone said yes and maybe he not only had you say yes but others too and went on an earlier date and left it at that.” he finished then realizing he was probably not helping with the situation. “Or! he could’ve been in an accident or something which i can call the station and ask if you want.”

josephine could only laugh. “that’s some speculation you’ve got there. i should keep a pocket-sized version of you in my purse or something, to analyze people and tell me my next move. i swear, i can play the cadenza of paganini’s first violin concerto in my sleep, but i can’t read people or their intentions to save my life. speculation or not, you’re probably right.” she offered a sorry smile as she took another sip of wine. “really, i don’t care. i mean, i do care about his safety, as another human being, but this date meant absolutely nothing to me. in fact, the only reason i agreed to come is to tell him that there won’t be a second date. but, thank you for offering.”

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obruncgentile:

“i don’t know. you tell me.” bruno shrugged, letting out a small laugh, as he took another sip of his drink. eyes finding hers in what was supposed to serve as a sympathetic motion from someone who was going through pretty much the same thing. when it came to dates, he didn’t have a problem putting himself out there. if he wanted to find love somewhere, he was supposed to give people a chance, but well, the girl could have called. “—i’m in the forty minute mark. you?”

josephine returned the sympathetic smile and lifted her wrist to check her watch. “i’m at thirty-two minutes and forty-two seconds,” she mused, downing what was left of her glass of wine. “although, our agreed meeting time was seventeen minutes ago. i just like to be early. you’d think after twenty-eight years avoiding love like the plague it would welcome me with open arms when i finally decided to dip my toe into the dating pool.  but alas, here he is not. this night is beginning to look like every other saturday night.”

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phoebe--price:

“sounds like a lot of trouble when you could have just stood him up. that would have probably gotten the message across. next time make sure they get that no means no. i can’t say no to free alcohol so yeah, why not? but don’t think we aren’t going back to this first date thing, what’s with that?”

“i suppose i could have done that,” josephine mused, motioning to the bartender to brink them a round of drinks. “and i can’t come up with an excuse as to why not. but anyways, this first date thing. i’ve been training to be a professional classical musician since i could hold a violin. to get past cutthroat, you have to be cutthroat. i’ve never focused on relationships and such. im a teacher now -- which doesn’t necessarily mean that i have more time in my life -- but i have some time to myself now.”

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jessegreyscn:

he felt bad that josephine had been stood up. he had known her for years and no one like her should have been stood up like that. if the guy showed up while jesse was with her, then he would most likely give him quite the talk. “sure, why not. i won’t refuse that offer.” he said smiling moving a seat closer to her now that her date might not be showing up anymore. “so who is this guy anyway?”

josephine thanked god ( that she only slightly believed in, although that’s a discussion for another time ) that it was jesse who appeared at her side rather than her date. she motioned to the bartender to give them another of their respective drinks. “a barista at starbucks,” she mused. “he’s charming, in an almost childish way. really, i only accepted his offer of a date so that i could tell him to stop asking me out.”

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phoebe--price:

“i’m sorry, say that again?” phoebe asked, nearly choking on her drink. “first date of your life? half an hour could easily be traffic or just running late. not that it matters but if this is your first date then how would you know what getting stood up looks like? my date left awhile ago with some kind of fake emergency. he was a bore and i think i scared him off but it’s for the best. all the guys around here are so provincial.”

“believe me, i’m slightly hoping that he’s stood me up. i only agreed because he wouldn’t take no for an answer. and, when he’d arrive, i’d tell him to stop asking me out and then leave. i even got here early and ordered a meal so that he’d have to pay for it to get the message across. also, it’s my first date but not my first time at a bar; i witness people get stood up at least once a week, but i don’t keep track of how long they’ve been there. but i agree: provincial; and i’ll cheers to that as well. want a drink? i’ll pay, since i’m already paying for this meal.”