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Patrick didn't like leaving the hospital, but he knew if he didn't do it sometime, he would end up spending the rest of his life there simply because the Templar couldn't touch it. And that was dangerous. His life had to start again and in order to do that, he had to begin somewhere. In order to kickstart things, Patrick forced himself to attend an audition that was being held by Bertolt Johan Leidermann. He had been informed of the audition by the man himself, so Patrick felt he didn't have much to lose by going along. He and Johan had become friends, so even if he didn't make it past the audition phase, he still managed to leave the building in the company of someone he trusted.
The audition was held at one of the music schools in London, and Patrick had caught a ride in with one of the nurses who dropped him off outside. He bid her farewell and then darted into the building because being outside made him feel exposed and vulnerable.
The room Johan had borrowed was soundproof, but the door was open and while he was setting up, he managed to catch sight of Patrick outside in the hall. "Patrick!" Johan called, raising a hand to greet the other man.
"Guten tag!" Patrick said, waving frantically. Then he turned red and kicked himself inwardly. Why did he always have to act like such an idiot in front of Johan. And why did he insist on speaking the few words of German he knew to a native speaker of the language who would know his accent was atrocious?
Johan simply chuckled. "Good day to you too. Or should I say top o' the morning to you?"
Patrick snickered. "You could! Need any help setting up?"
"I believe the others may see that as bribery," Johan winked at him. "I'm just fine here. The rest my people are due to arrive...eventually. You're quite early."
"Katia drove me. I am not trying to be a suck up. But while I'm at it, I could get you some coffee?"
Johan looked up from his arranging the room and he smiled. "You know what? I'm going to be a rebel and come with you. I can do this when I come back. Let me just lock the door so someone doesn't make off with my snazzy music stand. It cost me a while five quid, I'll have you know." Johan locked the door to the audition room and then he patted Patrick's shoulder. "Let's find some delicious buns, Patrick."
Patrick snickered again and he nodded in agreement.
By the time they returned, a few more people had gathered and Johan patted Patrick on the shoulder. "Here's where I leave you," Johan said with a smile. "Good luck, my boy. You'll do wonderfully."
Patrick watched as Johan slipped back into the audition room and then he went into the room opposite where people were gathering together in groups. He found a chair by the wall and he went to sit by himself. He hoped he could get through this without panicking.
"Hi," a voice from beside him greeted him. Patrick looked sideways and he saw another man, a redhead like himself, smiling shyly at him.
"Hi?"
"What do you play?" the man asked, and then he blushed. "Do excuse me, I'm nervous and when I'm nervous I just talk. My name is Alisdair and I play the violin," he said, holding it up.
"Patrick. Piano. And don't apologise. When I'm nervous I like to listen."
Alisdair laughed and Patrick felt the tiniest bit more at ease. And for some reason he found himself very glad he wasn't up against this other man. He didn't like the idea of it. "Well good luck," Alisdair said. "I feel like I won't even be able to speak when I get in there because it's Johan Leidermann. I've been a fan for ages."
"He's really nice," Patrick said with a shrug, despite reacting the exact same way not a few months ago. "He'll put you at ease straight away."
"Do you know him?" Alisdair asked, his eyes wide.
"Sort of," Patrick nodded. "He's my friend's cousin."
"Tell me everything!" Alisdair whispered and Patrick found himself compelled to do just that. He barely noticed time passing and by the time he auditioned, he was feeling more at ease than he had since coming to London.
The audition was held at one of the music schools in London, and Patrick had caught a ride in with one of the nurses who dropped him off outside. He bid her farewell and then darted into the building because being outside made him feel exposed and vulnerable.
The room Johan had borrowed was soundproof, but the door was open and while he was setting up, he managed to catch sight of Patrick outside in the hall. "Patrick!" Johan called, raising a hand to greet the other man.
"Guten tag!" Patrick said, waving frantically. Then he turned red and kicked himself inwardly. Why did he always have to act like such an idiot in front of Johan. And why did he insist on speaking the few words of German he knew to a native speaker of the language who would know his accent was atrocious?
Johan simply chuckled. "Good day to you too. Or should I say top o' the morning to you?"
Patrick snickered. "You could! Need any help setting up?"
"I believe the others may see that as bribery," Johan winked at him. "I'm just fine here. The rest my people are due to arrive...eventually. You're quite early."
"Katia drove me. I am not trying to be a suck up. But while I'm at it, I could get you some coffee?"
Johan looked up from his arranging the room and he smiled. "You know what? I'm going to be a rebel and come with you. I can do this when I come back. Let me just lock the door so someone doesn't make off with my snazzy music stand. It cost me a while five quid, I'll have you know." Johan locked the door to the audition room and then he patted Patrick's shoulder. "Let's find some delicious buns, Patrick."
Patrick snickered again and he nodded in agreement.
By the time they returned, a few more people had gathered and Johan patted Patrick on the shoulder. "Here's where I leave you," Johan said with a smile. "Good luck, my boy. You'll do wonderfully."
Patrick watched as Johan slipped back into the audition room and then he went into the room opposite where people were gathering together in groups. He found a chair by the wall and he went to sit by himself. He hoped he could get through this without panicking.
"Hi," a voice from beside him greeted him. Patrick looked sideways and he saw another man, a redhead like himself, smiling shyly at him.
"Hi?"
"What do you play?" the man asked, and then he blushed. "Do excuse me, I'm nervous and when I'm nervous I just talk. My name is Alisdair and I play the violin," he said, holding it up.
"Patrick. Piano. And don't apologise. When I'm nervous I like to listen."
Alisdair laughed and Patrick felt the tiniest bit more at ease. And for some reason he found himself very glad he wasn't up against this other man. He didn't like the idea of it. "Well good luck," Alisdair said. "I feel like I won't even be able to speak when I get in there because it's Johan Leidermann. I've been a fan for ages."
"He's really nice," Patrick said with a shrug, despite reacting the exact same way not a few months ago. "He'll put you at ease straight away."
"Do you know him?" Alisdair asked, his eyes wide.
"Sort of," Patrick nodded. "He's my friend's cousin."
"Tell me everything!" Alisdair whispered and Patrick found himself compelled to do just that. He barely noticed time passing and by the time he auditioned, he was feeling more at ease than he had since coming to London.
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