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doodle-lover.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-05-03 09:32 pm
Ralph T. Grignon Music Building
Title: Ralph T. Grignon Music Building 1/?
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: G for now.
Type: RPS in later chapters, should I find a beta, or anyone wanting me to go on...
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: Let me dream, dammit!
Beta: None..all mistakes are mine...
Feedback: -- The oxygen I need to breathe
Summary: Elijah finds comfort.
Elijah likes to wander around Grignon, the music building on campus. Once Elijah found the building, he felt the most at home since leaving Cedar Rapids. There was always music, friends, and laughter. Impromptu concerts were held in the halls. Jazz flowed from open doorways. It was a place he could go to for peace. When he made friends, it was easy, and they lasted. Not just until the pot was gone, not just until the bottles were empty, like so many people before. Elijah had the thing that he always seemed to be looking for: somewhere to belong.
When he went to the first jazz recital of the semester, he went to cheer on his friends, Nick and Jimmy. With Brianna and Rachel flanking him, and David working the door, no one cared that he was in Communications, and that he sat in the balcony reserved for Music majors. Nick and Jimmy were in the first set; Nick on trumpet, Jimmy on trombone. A new guy was sitting on stage with them, holding a gleaming brass saxophone. He had the first solo in the set, and when he played, the whole audience leant forward, closed their eyes, and held their breaths. Or, maybe it was just Elijah. The notes oozed out of the shining instrument and bathed their bittersweet taint over the rapt faces of the crowd. When he stopped his solo, Elijah gasped, and grabbed Rachel's arm, surprising her.
"Who is he?"
Rachel giggled quietly. "I was wondering when you would ask. He's just your type. Orlando Bloom."
Elijah didn't stay for the second set. He sneaked out during intermission to find the curly headed man in a blue dress shirt, holding the brass saxophone. Walking right up to him, he realized that his life changed with the next words out of his mouth.
"Hi. I'm Elijah."
Orlando smiled.
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: G for now.
Type: RPS in later chapters, should I find a beta, or anyone wanting me to go on...
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: Let me dream, dammit!
Beta: None..all mistakes are mine...
Feedback: -- The oxygen I need to breathe
Summary: Elijah finds comfort.
Elijah likes to wander around Grignon, the music building on campus. Once Elijah found the building, he felt the most at home since leaving Cedar Rapids. There was always music, friends, and laughter. Impromptu concerts were held in the halls. Jazz flowed from open doorways. It was a place he could go to for peace. When he made friends, it was easy, and they lasted. Not just until the pot was gone, not just until the bottles were empty, like so many people before. Elijah had the thing that he always seemed to be looking for: somewhere to belong.
When he went to the first jazz recital of the semester, he went to cheer on his friends, Nick and Jimmy. With Brianna and Rachel flanking him, and David working the door, no one cared that he was in Communications, and that he sat in the balcony reserved for Music majors. Nick and Jimmy were in the first set; Nick on trumpet, Jimmy on trombone. A new guy was sitting on stage with them, holding a gleaming brass saxophone. He had the first solo in the set, and when he played, the whole audience leant forward, closed their eyes, and held their breaths. Or, maybe it was just Elijah. The notes oozed out of the shining instrument and bathed their bittersweet taint over the rapt faces of the crowd. When he stopped his solo, Elijah gasped, and grabbed Rachel's arm, surprising her.
"Who is he?"
Rachel giggled quietly. "I was wondering when you would ask. He's just your type. Orlando Bloom."
Elijah didn't stay for the second set. He sneaked out during intermission to find the curly headed man in a blue dress shirt, holding the brass saxophone. Walking right up to him, he realized that his life changed with the next words out of his mouth.
"Hi. I'm Elijah."
Orlando smiled.