08-28-2016, 12:56 PM
Anton stood with a few others in Manifesto. It wasn't often he came out here, even though he did enjoy a good time. Everyone in the room looked happy, but their faces told lies. Most in the room were afraid. The announcement hadn't been taken well by many.
Anton was grateful his father had trained him how to control his abilities, otherwise, the feeling would have been overwhelming. Stretching out his senses, he could find those who weren't afraid and focus on that emotion to stay stable.
Anton found them - a pair of men in a secluded corner of the room. One wore a tuxedo very much like his own, while the other wore one of red velvet. An interesting pick, but it seemed to suit the man. There attitudes were more happy and judging by how they came in, they were a couple. Anton latched on to their emotions, dulling the other ones in his head. They would still be there - he couldn't eradicate them, but it would be easier to keep his own head in a place where half were afraid and the other half drunk.
Anton didn't allow his gaze to linger on the couple even though Red Velvet's features looked somewhat familiar to him. He turned instead to those around him.
"So will opening night continue - even with all of this going on?"
said Ivan, a good friend of Anton's as he gestured his head towards a screen.
"Of course,"
Anton responded. "The show must go on, as they say."
He smiled. "In all seriousness though, in times like these. People need these sort of things - concerts, plays, whatever. It gives them a sense of...normalcy."
"The role of Orpheus in Monteverdi's L'Orefeo - you must be excited."
"Very much so,"
he said. "It's a role I've always wanted to play."
The people around him said their good byes and wished him to break a leg. The show opened in two days, so Anton wasn't worried about getting home a little later. Tonight, his excitement wouldn't allow him to sleep anyways. He leaned against the bar to watch the crowd as he sipped at his wine.
Anton was grateful his father had trained him how to control his abilities, otherwise, the feeling would have been overwhelming. Stretching out his senses, he could find those who weren't afraid and focus on that emotion to stay stable.
Anton found them - a pair of men in a secluded corner of the room. One wore a tuxedo very much like his own, while the other wore one of red velvet. An interesting pick, but it seemed to suit the man. There attitudes were more happy and judging by how they came in, they were a couple. Anton latched on to their emotions, dulling the other ones in his head. They would still be there - he couldn't eradicate them, but it would be easier to keep his own head in a place where half were afraid and the other half drunk.
Anton didn't allow his gaze to linger on the couple even though Red Velvet's features looked somewhat familiar to him. He turned instead to those around him.
"So will opening night continue - even with all of this going on?"
said Ivan, a good friend of Anton's as he gestured his head towards a screen.
"Of course,"
Anton responded. "The show must go on, as they say."
He smiled. "In all seriousness though, in times like these. People need these sort of things - concerts, plays, whatever. It gives them a sense of...normalcy."
"The role of Orpheus in Monteverdi's L'Orefeo - you must be excited."
"Very much so,"
he said. "It's a role I've always wanted to play."
The people around him said their good byes and wished him to break a leg. The show opened in two days, so Anton wasn't worried about getting home a little later. Tonight, his excitement wouldn't allow him to sleep anyways. He leaned against the bar to watch the crowd as he sipped at his wine.