Another year, another place to corral stray fic and fragments. Some of them may make it to AO3 eventually, some of them may not. Series, pairing, rating, and any relevant warnings in the subject of each comment.
If it weren't for the likelihood his boots would have sent him sliding down the stairs on his ass, Daisuke would have run down them the second the curtain closed for intermission (seriously, would no one ever come up with a way to make costume boots that didn't leave them with zero traction and even less support?). The dressing rooms were already a bit tight at the best of times; with the full double cast present now, they'd be packed. Intermission was twenty minutes long, but once he factored in the time to elbow Hirose Yuusuke out from in front of the mirror, it was just enough time to fix his makeup and be ready to go again.
In his haste to make it back to his dressing room (and his towel, which he had forgotten to bring up to the wings with him again), he nearly crashed into Yuuta, who was currently pacing the back hall and humming to himself.
"Yun?" he asked. "What are you up to?"
Yuuta stared at him like a deer in the headlights. He wouldn't be making his appearance until the curtain call, but he was already in costume and ready to go. The wardrobe department would probably thank him for making their lives easier during the already chaotic second act, but Daisuke knew that was the last thing on Yuuta's mind.
The silence stretched between them, and in it, Daisuke heard the faint sound of the music coming from the headphone Yuuta had dropped. "Aimer, really?" he said. "How many hundreds of times have you rehearsed this already?"
Yuuta snatched the earbud back from him. "It's different."
"It's not that different. No more different than the preview concerts were."
Yuuta just stared at him.
"Okay, I'll bite. What's different?"
"'Aimer' is a duet. It's always been a duet."
Now it was Daisuke's turn to stare. "Of course it's a duet, and it's still a duet."
Yuuta shook his head. "It's not. Usually it's two duets: Romeo and Juliette and Furukawa and Aoi, or Kinoshita, or Ikuta. Today, at the very least, there's a quartet and four duets. Romeo and Juliette, but also Romeo and Romeo and Juliette and Juliette. The pairs switch partway through, so there's the lingering harmony of the contrast between the two pairs. Ohno-san and myself have two different relationships with Romeo, and they've never had cause to meet. What if they turn into dissonance instead of harmony?"
Daisuke blinked. Now his head was spinning. Yuuta had that effect on people. "You're overthinking things again," he said. "Do it just like rehearsals, and you'll be fine. The audience is going to love you no matter what; they'd be thrilled even if all you did was walk onstage and bow."
Yuuta was clearly unconvinced. He didn't cut off the conversation entirely, but it was obvious his mind was elsewhere, still running through the song yet again with his remaining earbud.
"Look at me," Daisuke ordered, putting his hands on Yuuta's shoulders and turning him until they were facing each other. "You go onstage, and you perform your Romeo, and you don't worry about whether it does or doesn't match the way anyone else plays him. The audience? They love you for you, so go give them what they want.
He pulled Yuuta in close to whisper in his ear. "You know, this reminds me of old times; all you need now is a racket in your hand instead of a rose."
That startled a quiet laugh from Yuuta. Then, it was his turn to surprise Daisuke as he turned his head to steal a quick kiss. "For luck," he said softly. "Just like old times."
"For luck," Daisuke echoed, giving Yuuta's shoulder one last squeeze before he left him to his practice.
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In his haste to make it back to his dressing room (and his towel, which he had forgotten to bring up to the wings with him again), he nearly crashed into Yuuta, who was currently pacing the back hall and humming to himself.
"Yun?" he asked. "What are you up to?"
Yuuta stared at him like a deer in the headlights. He wouldn't be making his appearance until the curtain call, but he was already in costume and ready to go. The wardrobe department would probably thank him for making their lives easier during the already chaotic second act, but Daisuke knew that was the last thing on Yuuta's mind.
The silence stretched between them, and in it, Daisuke heard the faint sound of the music coming from the headphone Yuuta had dropped. "Aimer, really?" he said. "How many hundreds of times have you rehearsed this already?"
Yuuta snatched the earbud back from him. "It's different."
"It's not that different. No more different than the preview concerts were."
Yuuta just stared at him.
"Okay, I'll bite. What's different?"
"'Aimer' is a duet. It's always been a duet."
Now it was Daisuke's turn to stare. "Of course it's a duet, and it's still a duet."
Yuuta shook his head. "It's not. Usually it's two duets: Romeo and Juliette and Furukawa and Aoi, or Kinoshita, or Ikuta. Today, at the very least, there's a quartet and four duets. Romeo and Juliette, but also Romeo and Romeo and Juliette and Juliette. The pairs switch partway through, so there's the lingering harmony of the contrast between the two pairs. Ohno-san and myself have two different relationships with Romeo, and they've never had cause to meet. What if they turn into dissonance instead of harmony?"
Daisuke blinked. Now his head was spinning. Yuuta had that effect on people. "You're overthinking things again," he said. "Do it just like rehearsals, and you'll be fine. The audience is going to love you no matter what; they'd be thrilled even if all you did was walk onstage and bow."
Yuuta was clearly unconvinced. He didn't cut off the conversation entirely, but it was obvious his mind was elsewhere, still running through the song yet again with his remaining earbud.
"Look at me," Daisuke ordered, putting his hands on Yuuta's shoulders and turning him until they were facing each other. "You go onstage, and you perform your Romeo, and you don't worry about whether it does or doesn't match the way anyone else plays him. The audience? They love you for you, so go give them what they want.
He pulled Yuuta in close to whisper in his ear. "You know, this reminds me of old times; all you need now is a racket in your hand instead of a rose."
That startled a quiet laugh from Yuuta. Then, it was his turn to surprise Daisuke as he turned his head to steal a quick kiss. "For luck," he said softly. "Just like old times."
"For luck," Daisuke echoed, giving Yuuta's shoulder one last squeeze before he left him to his practice.