maestro

seth rhodes, 32, conductor

[themotivationjournals]

Don’t give away pieces of your heart you’re not even sure you have.

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jamie-clemons:

“You might. I was in a popular broadway show a few years ago. And I’m currently in rehearsal for another show that they’ve been promoting a lot around Manhattan. I don’t know how much time you spend in Manhattan, if any at all.” He suggested. “Or perhaps from school.” 

Seth nodded, the memory clicking. “Ah, right. Yeah, I’ve seen the posters around. Practically live in Manhattan these days, since I’m working at the Lincoln Center.”

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creynoldss:

“Yeah, the orchestra is excellent, and many of the musicians have done this show before.” One of the things she liked most about the ballet world was the professional atmosphere. Everyone was held to the highest standard. “I can’t wait to see it all come together. Just a heads up though, some of the dancers can be total divas, so it’s best to just ignore them.” She had seen some of them go off on the orchestra a few times. “That’s a completely normal thing. I think every production has that fear. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Seth hummed. “The Met Opera phased in a lot of new talent this season. Don’t have the experience or cohesion of the veterans, however highly they regard themselves. It’s been a task and a half to get everyone on the same metaphorical page.” He adds with a small grin, “But it helps that they’re scared of me.” He laughed. “I’m used to ignoring divas. An opera is full of them.”

[smiles-and-radio]

Liquid poured into the small glass of ice as Angel smiled at the patron. Trying to make some money he put in some flair. Then, he slid the small glass across the bar. “Anything else I can get you?” He gave the guest a smirk and leaned over the bar.

[yeahitsrhodes-blog]

Seth swirled the glass, resting his head in his hand. “Paper umbrella?”

[trixwrites]

“Please, don’t come with this christmas bullshit. I just fucking hate this time of the year.”

[yeahitsrhodes-blog]

"Seriously. And it’s November. People need to can it.”

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Acristinematthews:

By the time the pair reached the steps of the gala, her hand that was linked with Seth’s was buzzing, and a subtle lick of warmth was beginning to spread up her arm. She couldn’t remember the last time she had held hands with someone. The chill of the night sent a shiver up Cristine’s spine, but she knew it was partly due to the thrill of almost racing down a dark street with a bright-eyed man at her side. When they reached the diner, Cristine could barely contain herself from letting out a breath of excitement, trying to take in the quirky scenery as quickly as she could before Seth ushered her into a booth. She plopped down against the vinyl cushion, abandoning any ladylike tendencies for that one brief second. Now that they were still, she began to feel the chill that had settled over their bones outside and she wrapped her hands loosely around herself. She glanced up as Seth spoke, a giggle spilling from her lips. “We’d be here all night!”

Seth grinned. “Alright, alright, moderation. But a milkshake and dessert are necessary.” He leaned back with the menu, and took a moment to look at Cristine. She was relaxed, and frankly beautiful, dressed up and lounging with him in a tacky diner. His smile faltered for just a moment; this wasn’t something he’d expected, and it threw him off. He shook his head, impatient with himself, and returned to the menu. “Anything catch your interest?”

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jamie-clemons:

“I sure hope so. I get paid to do it.” He said with a laugh as if he were joking although he was actually being honest. “Sorry to disturb you. I hadn’t realized that I was singing out loud.” 

Seth hummed absently, then squinted at the man’s face as his words registered. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

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creynoldss:

Cecelia knew exactly who he was, as they had spoken many times in passing since they worked in the same building and were now working on the same production. “Hm…I’m exhausted, the weather is average at best, and rehearsals for The Nutcracker are kind of a hot mess at the moment, but it’ll all come together soon” she laughed. “Hopefully you’re doing a lot better than I am. How is Turandot coming along? I can’t wait to see it” Cecelia was incredibly observant and usually remembered a lot of details about whoever she was talking to. 

She had clearly been paying far more attention than he was, and Seth briefly considered registering this flaw of his, and improving. The thought vanished. “The ballet’s orchestra has their shit together, which is more than I can say for mine. Bit of a relief, means all I need to do is show up to rehearsals and look pretty. Turandot, on the other hand.” He sighed, and sent her a brief smile, knowing she’d understand what it was like. “I’m spending a lot of time assuring the general director that we are not going to crash and burn on opening night. Not sure I believe it, myself”

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Picking up the coffee she had just ordered, Cecelia surveyed her surroundings. Still relatively new to the area, she hadn’t been to this coffee shop before and found it to be quite to her liking. As she spotted a familiar individual that she wasn’t planning on talking to, the petite woman rolled her eyes and quickly sat down in an empty chair, leaning over to the person nearest to her. “Hey, I’ll buy you anything here of your choosing if you do me a favor and talk to me for like five minutes.” 

[yeahitsrhodes-blog]

Upon reflection, taking on another project right before Turandot’s opening wasn’t the best idea. Both the opera and the ballet were located within the Lincoln Center, but Seth now rarely left the complex during daylight hours, either with one of the companies or dashing between them. With a rare hour-long break, Seth had fallen asleep next to a rapidly cooling cup of coffee. When someone joined him, he startled awake, trying to focus. He recognized the face; a ballerina, friendly, name starting with a C. Probably. He wasn’t sure why a conversation was suddenly necessary, but he tried to oblige. “Sure, yeah, what... How’re you, how’s the weather, has the dancing side of the Nutcracker crashed and burned yet?”

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cristinematthews:

“Well, when you put it that way…” Cristine winced comically at the mention of saliva, though it really was a disgusting thought. Still, though, she couldn’t help still being caught up in the…mystery of it all. Every one of those pieces probably had a story to tell. Some of them just may be more interesting and…hygienic than others. A faint smirk (which she quickly masked by taking a sip of her champagne) graced Cristine’s lips at the man’s next comment. It was certainly clear that Seth was already oozing with confidence, and certainly didn’t need any more. For the briefest of seconds, Cristine felt a pang of jealousy. It was completely gone in a flash though, when Seth mentioned leaving the party. She smiled softly as her eyes reached up to meet his. Her voice came out in a delicate response. “Let’s do it.”

“Wonderful.” Seth returned an easy smile, and took her hand, hurrying through the crowd. Out in the city streets, he steered clear of large mirror-like puddles and any other major obstacles for a woman in heels. The walk to the diner was mercifully short, warm air chasing away the night’s chill as soon as the doors swung open. The place was all vinyl booths and vivid colour. 50s music played from the jukebox in the corner, waiters hurried about with trays of food, and the general clientele was dressed far more casually than the two new arrivals. Seth found a booth in the corner, unbuttoning his suit jacket, and settling in. He propped up a menu and scanned it for less than a minute. “...I want everything.”

[hannahshq]

Karaoke ft. SETH

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kaibirdie:

“Go inside?” She repeated as though it was the most absurd suggestion she’d ever heard in her life. “Are you insane. We didn’t come all this way just to go inside. It’s not like we actually want to go to staten island.” She paused for a minute, wrinkling her nose. “Do we?” With a shake of her head she took a few steps back, tipping her head so that she was looking up at the sky. “I think I could take an iceberg catastrophe as long as I had the romantic adventure beforehand.” She noted with a sigh.

Laughing, Seth raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. But just so you’re aware, chivalry doesn’t outweigh my self-interest here, so at no point am I handing over my coat.” He shrugged. “Nothing there but another version of this view. All about the journey, mate.” Seth sent an exaggerated disdainful look in her direction. “Ugh, a romantic,” he said. “Good news, I don’t think that’s the typical trade. Bad news, it’ll probably be awkward small talk and bad dates instead.”

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cristinematthews:

Though Cristine was almost mesmerized by the extravagance of the evening, and though she had always wanted to wear a fancy dress and eat fancy finger foods while listening to lovely, classical music…she couldn’t deny the fact that going to a fast food place and spending time alone with Seth was…incredibly tempting. She smiled a bit to herself, glancing down and shaking her head a bit. Nibbling on her bottom lip to maintain her smile, she glanced back up at the man as he attempted the kind of accent Cristine would associate with a man wearing a monocle and a top hat. She giggled softly, pressing her fingers to her mouth. “Is that really the kinds of things they give away at those raffles?” She paused for a moment, a faintly wistful look in her eyes. “Though, I’m sure my kids would be quite impressed if I brought a bassoon into class one day. But only if I actually knew how to play it.”

“I’m sure it was played by someone important back in the day,” Seth responded dismissively. “I wouldn’t fork over that kind of cash for century-old saliva, but then again, I don’t have that kind of cash. It’s worth bragging rights, I suppose. Which I also don’t need to purchase.” He looked around the room with a critical eye, and found nothing pulling his attention. “Hey, listen, we’ve got hours to mingle here. Later. There’s a good retro diner nearby, let’s go grace the joint with our presence.”

[hannahshq]

Karaoke ft. SETH

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kaibirdie:

Kai followed after Seth, scanning the skyline happily. “Yes, it’s quite positively freezing, you’ve got that right.” She brought her hands up to rub her arms, hoping the friction would cause her come comfort. “There’s one thing I haven’t done enough of. Travel by ship.” She admitted, gazing down at the water. 

“There is the option to go inside,” Seth said, nodding behind them. “Or we can stay, and see which one of us is more badass. Oh, ship travel isn’t all that interesting. Just a lot of empty water, seasickness, the occasional iceberg catastrophe. But I suppose you can’t beat the view of the sky, miles of ocean away from light pollution.”

[andyraynor]

“the next person that tries to cut me in line for a coffee is going to get smacked upside the head. it is early, i am tired and it is monday. get it together, people. i need a damn croissant.”

[yeahitsrhodes-blog]

“I’m all for a more interesting Monday morning, but do you mind if I get my order before you hold up the line by brawling with someone?”

[thegiannarose-blog1]

“No, I was not listening to Christmas music.” Jamie quickly unlocked his phone to pause the cheery Christmas music. He had hadn’t noticed that he had been singing out loud along to the music he was listening to. “Okay, okay I was. But I’m sure I’m not the only one. I just really enjoy the Holidays. And in my defense there is no Thanksgiving music.” 

[yeahitsrhodes-blog]

Seth reluctantly lowered his headphones, as the other man transitioned from singing to explaining himself. “At least you can carry a tune,” he commented, attempting to be diplomatic.

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