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-Micah-
Wait, he didn't hear that properly. There was no way Ioria meant they'd have an active interest in Diane's career... "I want you to shape her, Beatrice," he'd said. No. No, no, no, no, no. Ioria was taking this way too far! As if it weren't bad enough that the two-tone eyes would be watching every move as Micah tried his luck with Diane, the violin freak was now going to thrust his nose into her business? Micah wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes out and melt into a puddle of shame and embarrassment.
But... there wasn't a note of teasing in Ioria's tone. Micah balked as the older man continued. Ioria was serious! Maybe... maybe this wasn't a tease geared towards making him blush-- though he was getting hot under the collar again-- but an active interest in seeing the young girl improve, or at least make her bearable so that Ioria didn't have a leading lady to gripe about for the next five years. Micah found his lips twitching in a smirk. The latter was probably true. Ioria could be downright selfish when it came to music matters. All in the sake of beauty, of course.
Turning his attention to the equally shy and embarrassed girl next to her, Micah reached out a hesitant hand and set it on her shoulder. She is so adorable! Somehow he resisted the urge to move his fingers to soothingly stroke her hair as if she were a kitten. "Hey, it's... it's no trouble, Diane. I'd love to help you any way I can. You've got potential and we've... well, we've got three years of sour memories to write over." He offered her a warm smile before clearing his throat and removing his hand. "At any rate, Bea's about as good a tutor as you'll find. Especially if she's willing to do it for free."
-Beatrice-
"...and round and round. We know," Beatrice exclaimed in mild frustration. Oh, this man was such a tease sometimes. The cake arrived perfectly, cutting her off from protesting further and giving Ioria the excuse to "lose his train of thought." Pursing her lips together, Beatrice didn't take the bait but waited it out and her patience was soon rewarded.
"I want you to shape her, Beatrice."
"I can't impose on you more than this... and I know you all have better things to do than losing your time with me..."
So that's what was running around the genius's mind. A slow grin worked its way across her face and the teacher turned to look Diane over from top to middle-way, for in no way was she rude enough to duck under the table to finish her examination of the girl. Beatrice was busy, exceptionally so, with her classes and a performance of her own with the philharmonic come May, but could she spare one day a week for the flustered girl?
"I can take the melody part, you'll teach, she's a fast learner and you saw it too. And Micah can be the third party who listens and gives tips here and there. You know how good his ears are, dont you?"
Her eyes shifted over to Micah. He seemed to be taking it rather well, actually, once he got over the shock factor. And he was consoling the poor girl with a gentle hand-- oh, so cute! How could she resist?
"You've got potential and we've... well, we've got three years of sour memories to write over. At any rate, Bea's about as good a tutor as you'll find. Especially if she's willing to do it for free.""
"Aww, you're so sweet Micah. Of course I'll do it," Beatrice said at last, her hands descending to wrap around her coffee mug. "I can't promise more than a few hours a week, two at most, until school lets out in May, but if the young star is willing to work with my schedule, I should be glad to find Esmeralda tucked in there somewhere." Beatrice winked at Ioria. "Besides having good ears, Micah can read lines fairly impressively, don't you think? He'd make a wonderful stand-in for Phoebus."
Wait, he didn't hear that properly. There was no way Ioria meant they'd have an active interest in Diane's career... "I want you to shape her, Beatrice," he'd said. No. No, no, no, no, no. Ioria was taking this way too far! As if it weren't bad enough that the two-tone eyes would be watching every move as Micah tried his luck with Diane, the violin freak was now going to thrust his nose into her business? Micah wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes out and melt into a puddle of shame and embarrassment.
But... there wasn't a note of teasing in Ioria's tone. Micah balked as the older man continued. Ioria was serious! Maybe... maybe this wasn't a tease geared towards making him blush-- though he was getting hot under the collar again-- but an active interest in seeing the young girl improve, or at least make her bearable so that Ioria didn't have a leading lady to gripe about for the next five years. Micah found his lips twitching in a smirk. The latter was probably true. Ioria could be downright selfish when it came to music matters. All in the sake of beauty, of course.
Turning his attention to the equally shy and embarrassed girl next to her, Micah reached out a hesitant hand and set it on her shoulder. She is so adorable! Somehow he resisted the urge to move his fingers to soothingly stroke her hair as if she were a kitten. "Hey, it's... it's no trouble, Diane. I'd love to help you any way I can. You've got potential and we've... well, we've got three years of sour memories to write over." He offered her a warm smile before clearing his throat and removing his hand. "At any rate, Bea's about as good a tutor as you'll find. Especially if she's willing to do it for free."
-Beatrice-
"...and round and round. We know," Beatrice exclaimed in mild frustration. Oh, this man was such a tease sometimes. The cake arrived perfectly, cutting her off from protesting further and giving Ioria the excuse to "lose his train of thought." Pursing her lips together, Beatrice didn't take the bait but waited it out and her patience was soon rewarded.
"I want you to shape her, Beatrice."
"I can't impose on you more than this... and I know you all have better things to do than losing your time with me..."
So that's what was running around the genius's mind. A slow grin worked its way across her face and the teacher turned to look Diane over from top to middle-way, for in no way was she rude enough to duck under the table to finish her examination of the girl. Beatrice was busy, exceptionally so, with her classes and a performance of her own with the philharmonic come May, but could she spare one day a week for the flustered girl?
"I can take the melody part, you'll teach, she's a fast learner and you saw it too. And Micah can be the third party who listens and gives tips here and there. You know how good his ears are, dont you?"
Her eyes shifted over to Micah. He seemed to be taking it rather well, actually, once he got over the shock factor. And he was consoling the poor girl with a gentle hand-- oh, so cute! How could she resist?
"You've got potential and we've... well, we've got three years of sour memories to write over. At any rate, Bea's about as good a tutor as you'll find. Especially if she's willing to do it for free.""
"Aww, you're so sweet Micah. Of course I'll do it," Beatrice said at last, her hands descending to wrap around her coffee mug. "I can't promise more than a few hours a week, two at most, until school lets out in May, but if the young star is willing to work with my schedule, I should be glad to find Esmeralda tucked in there somewhere." Beatrice winked at Ioria. "Besides having good ears, Micah can read lines fairly impressively, don't you think? He'd make a wonderful stand-in for Phoebus."