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[Feb 7][Nodame Cantabile] Know your role
Title: Know your role
Day/Theme: February 7 / A faithful whore
Series: Nodame Cantabile
Characters: Nodame, Chiaki, Elise, OC
Rating: PG
Chiaki Shinichi, a talented, young conductor who has been steadily conquering audiences worldwide, came home to his apartment one day, to the girlish giggle of his long-time girlfriend. Rather than girlish, weird was usually the more applicable term for most things related to Nodame, unless she was in the middle of playing a role to impress somebody. Sure enough, he heard the answering titter of an unfamiliar female voice.
“Oh my, Miss Noda,” it exclaimed. “How perfectly situated this apartment is. I can imagine how it was like for you in your student days, in this building with other gifted musicians, a tureen of talent in the City of Lights!”
“We certainly had good times here,” Nodame said with a sigh. Come to think of it, Chiaki did remember her mention something about an “intimate look” interview for a famous lifestyle magazine that Elise, the talent manager from Tartarus, had been wary about agreeing to. This finally gave the manager an excuse to hire an image consultant. This Nodame they were fashioning, it seemed, was mature and calm, a capering genius that only revealed its ebullient madness on stage, a conundrum that was enticing instead of freakish. “My boyfriend is quite a masterful chef.”
A masterful chef? Chiaki nearly snorted and wondered where she pulled that one from. Somehow he preferred the simple, “Chiaki-senpai’s cooking is the best! I must have gained more than ten pounds my first week in France,” he heard from another interview. It’s bound to be interesting, he thought, pausing at the door that was left ajar. From where he was, he glimpsed the blonde head of Elise, no doubt supervising Nodame and the image consultant.
“And as you can see, he is a man of discerning tastes,” the pianist continued. “Nodame came from the countryside; I won’t be able to tell you the difference between a cocktail table and a stool. He keeps the house.”
Discerning tastes? Keeps the house? Isn’t changing Nodame’s speech patterns a bit too much?
“I have very little function in Chiaki-senpai’s life, see.”
What the hell—
“Or so it seems to the outside world.” He could tell the idiot was wearing a lonely look she like to put on when feeling sorry for herself. She had probably collaborated with Elise in coming up with that angle, the idiot. “I think I want to redefine, ‘trophy wife.’ That’s one of my mini projects.”
“Miss Noda, at the rate you’re going, I’d say you can find yourself any number of trophy husband’s out there!”
“Why thank you, but I’m too simple to keep the interest of trophy husbands, anyway. I think I’m more of like the rare toy that comes with a meal set. You’ll only appreciate it if you’re actually looking for it, and even then, there’s not much you can do about it. It makes kids happy though.”
“M-Mr. Chiaki is an accomplished musician by his own right.” The consultant managed to plow on, even with Elise’s demonic aura at the slip of one of Nodame’s weird metaphors. “1st place in the Platini Competition, permanent conductor of a respected and established orchestra with a rich history, he is on his way to becoming a name to watch for in the industry. I had the pleasure of attending one of his performances. Perhaps, it’s because of his stoic exterior but I was pleasantly astounded by the expressiveness of his handling of even the most delicate of emotions.” Chiaki was personally astounded that Elise was praising him like this, even while indirectly. “Would you call yourself his muse, then, Miss Noda?”
“Oh, no,” came the quick answer, much to Chiaki’s dismay. “Like I said, Chiaki-senpai is a genius. What he can’t say, he can definitely show through music. You when you try to keep your fart in, when it finally escapes, it sounds much louder and stickier than if you’d had just let it rip? GYAMMO!”
That was the sound of a manager hitting her charge with the gigantic designer handbag.
“I-I mean to say,” Nodame continued, getting back into her character. “Chiaki-senpai is a man with a mysterious palate. His need for me is something more primal and basic than inspiration or housekeeping.”
“He’s certainly popular among the ladies.” Is this really Elise? Chiaki thought about just going in and telling them to break it up. What was the point of making up stuff for an interview. Failing that, he could always watch them practice in the comforts of a couch. “Does that ever bother you?”
“Oh, but Chiaki-senpai has been the sex symbol of Japanese classical music since we were students in Japan.” Nodame laughed throatily, an unfamiliar way that made the hair on his nape stand on end. “Why would it bother me, when the only place in the wide world he can ever return to our Parisian love nest?”
“Oh my! ♥ You don’t mean imply that the proud Mr Shinichi Chiaki is Miss Noda’s personal, at-her-beck-and-call, manwhore?”
“An eight-year faithful one, at that. ♥ Didn’t I say he likes certain things? Ohohohoho~”
The practice interview was cut off at that point when the accused deviant crashed their party and used his luggage as a deadly projectile with practiced ease, just as the manager from Tartarus unleashed her own brand of hell.
For his own sanity, Chiaki Shinichi decided he needed to stop eavesdropping on conversations.
23:44
02072011
Day/Theme: February 7 / A faithful whore
Series: Nodame Cantabile
Characters: Nodame, Chiaki, Elise, OC
Rating: PG
Chiaki Shinichi, a talented, young conductor who has been steadily conquering audiences worldwide, came home to his apartment one day, to the girlish giggle of his long-time girlfriend. Rather than girlish, weird was usually the more applicable term for most things related to Nodame, unless she was in the middle of playing a role to impress somebody. Sure enough, he heard the answering titter of an unfamiliar female voice.
“Oh my, Miss Noda,” it exclaimed. “How perfectly situated this apartment is. I can imagine how it was like for you in your student days, in this building with other gifted musicians, a tureen of talent in the City of Lights!”
“We certainly had good times here,” Nodame said with a sigh. Come to think of it, Chiaki did remember her mention something about an “intimate look” interview for a famous lifestyle magazine that Elise, the talent manager from Tartarus, had been wary about agreeing to. This finally gave the manager an excuse to hire an image consultant. This Nodame they were fashioning, it seemed, was mature and calm, a capering genius that only revealed its ebullient madness on stage, a conundrum that was enticing instead of freakish. “My boyfriend is quite a masterful chef.”
A masterful chef? Chiaki nearly snorted and wondered where she pulled that one from. Somehow he preferred the simple, “Chiaki-senpai’s cooking is the best! I must have gained more than ten pounds my first week in France,” he heard from another interview. It’s bound to be interesting, he thought, pausing at the door that was left ajar. From where he was, he glimpsed the blonde head of Elise, no doubt supervising Nodame and the image consultant.
“And as you can see, he is a man of discerning tastes,” the pianist continued. “Nodame came from the countryside; I won’t be able to tell you the difference between a cocktail table and a stool. He keeps the house.”
Discerning tastes? Keeps the house? Isn’t changing Nodame’s speech patterns a bit too much?
“I have very little function in Chiaki-senpai’s life, see.”
What the hell—
“Or so it seems to the outside world.” He could tell the idiot was wearing a lonely look she like to put on when feeling sorry for herself. She had probably collaborated with Elise in coming up with that angle, the idiot. “I think I want to redefine, ‘trophy wife.’ That’s one of my mini projects.”
“Miss Noda, at the rate you’re going, I’d say you can find yourself any number of trophy husband’s out there!”
“Why thank you, but I’m too simple to keep the interest of trophy husbands, anyway. I think I’m more of like the rare toy that comes with a meal set. You’ll only appreciate it if you’re actually looking for it, and even then, there’s not much you can do about it. It makes kids happy though.”
“M-Mr. Chiaki is an accomplished musician by his own right.” The consultant managed to plow on, even with Elise’s demonic aura at the slip of one of Nodame’s weird metaphors. “1st place in the Platini Competition, permanent conductor of a respected and established orchestra with a rich history, he is on his way to becoming a name to watch for in the industry. I had the pleasure of attending one of his performances. Perhaps, it’s because of his stoic exterior but I was pleasantly astounded by the expressiveness of his handling of even the most delicate of emotions.” Chiaki was personally astounded that Elise was praising him like this, even while indirectly. “Would you call yourself his muse, then, Miss Noda?”
“Oh, no,” came the quick answer, much to Chiaki’s dismay. “Like I said, Chiaki-senpai is a genius. What he can’t say, he can definitely show through music. You when you try to keep your fart in, when it finally escapes, it sounds much louder and stickier than if you’d had just let it rip? GYAMMO!”
That was the sound of a manager hitting her charge with the gigantic designer handbag.
“I-I mean to say,” Nodame continued, getting back into her character. “Chiaki-senpai is a man with a mysterious palate. His need for me is something more primal and basic than inspiration or housekeeping.”
“He’s certainly popular among the ladies.” Is this really Elise? Chiaki thought about just going in and telling them to break it up. What was the point of making up stuff for an interview. Failing that, he could always watch them practice in the comforts of a couch. “Does that ever bother you?”
“Oh, but Chiaki-senpai has been the sex symbol of Japanese classical music since we were students in Japan.” Nodame laughed throatily, an unfamiliar way that made the hair on his nape stand on end. “Why would it bother me, when the only place in the wide world he can ever return to our Parisian love nest?”
“Oh my! ♥ You don’t mean imply that the proud Mr Shinichi Chiaki is Miss Noda’s personal, at-her-beck-and-call, manwhore?”
“An eight-year faithful one, at that. ♥ Didn’t I say he likes certain things? Ohohohoho~”
The practice interview was cut off at that point when the accused deviant crashed their party and used his luggage as a deadly projectile with practiced ease, just as the manager from Tartarus unleashed her own brand of hell.
For his own sanity, Chiaki Shinichi decided he needed to stop eavesdropping on conversations.
23:44
02072011