#concertmaster

[estrogenfiend]

doing the bowings for Saint-Saens Symphony 3 right now and wow does it take forever

first i gotta go through the entire symphony and figure out which bowings match the style and sound I want from the string section, then I go through and copy it into all the string parts

exhausted

[mikulski-art]

#DariuszMikulski #KamilZawadzki #concertmaster #SinfoniaMasovia #rehearsal #concerts #Berlin #Warsaw #Heringsdorf #NewYear2023 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmyTKXdASiN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[livinginadumpster]

canonically edwin can probably play piano but I think we can all agree he's truly a violinist

charles would definitely go for brass, in my opinion trombone. also he can play three chords on guitar.

crystal would play cello no question. double bass is also a possibility. she can play a different three chords on guitar.

niko is viola to me but I know she would go crazy for a tambourine. also I feel like she could kill it on drums or even bass.

[hamsterrodent]

After countless hours of designs and lineart and color picking, I finally finished. So...

Meet the Characters!

(Of Orchestra Tower)

Descriptions under the cut (also keep in mind I made first or last names for some characters, and also some personalities may be tweaked. This is an au after all)

Peppino Spaghetti: Conductor of the orchestra. He is mostly calm, but may crack under pressure. Otherwise he is largely expressionless, yet approachable.

Gustavo Herald: Concertmaster* of the orchestra. He's kind and carefree, but sometimes puts the needs of others over his own.

Nolan Stick: He works as a debt collector, yet is surprisingly tolerant. He sometimes offers his clients extra time to pay off debt (which his boss doesn't like).

Phil Pepper: He plays the bass. He's quite pompous, but willing to help those on his good side (ergo those who like his talent lmao).

Hazelnut Latte: She plays piano. She's very creative, and offers ideas for the orchestra from time to time.

Totino Mozzi: He's a solo violinist. He's spoiled and wants to be the best. Good with gizmos and gadgets.

Brick: The orchestra's pet(?). He lives with Gustavo when nor at the orchestra building. Incredibly smart for a rat.

Vigert Lante: He's a farmer who can play the banjo. Very gentle, and supportive of the orchestra despite not being in it (nor wanting to).

Feppi: Stand-in conductor (kind of). He likes being given attention. Good at conducting from watching Peppino conduct.

Theodore Noise: Movie star. He doesn't want to be in the orchestra, but he is still generally supportive of it (he won't admit it).

Gerome Stone: Janitor. He's quite good at a few instruments, so he sometimes offers tips to those struggling. Otherwise quiet.

John Stone: He travels many places. Every once in a while, he comes to one of the orchestra's concerts.

[teafig]

Kagami is the cello GF, Felix is the violin GF, and they both think the other plays the “easier” instrument

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

sorry for being annoying at the top of the LA phil’s set with laufey. i just recognized the concertmaster on sight and got too excited about it

[lesbianaglaya]

past me with love i appreciate your dedication to making sure you can find the spaces you left to fill in later but what the fuck am i supposed to get from this. again with love.

[waterlemon-melon]

,,,,,, should i make an ace attorney classical musician au,,,,,,,,

[homoerotisch]

final concert last night in my home city - a beautiful, moving experience followed by tons of crying and goodbyes. 12 years in this orchestra i'll never forget and have made what will hopefully be friends for life

[rhpsdys]

someone: makes a very clear && persuasive post about raine actually playing the viola, not the violin me: anyway,

[mikulski-art]

#DariuszMikulski #KamilZawadzki #concertmaster #SinfoniaMasovia #rehearsal #concerts #Berlin #Warsaw #Heringsdorf #NewYear2023 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmyTEy2gK1x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fairyhaos]

ORCHESTRA?? BABE WHAT DO YOU PLAY??

HDHFHD I PLAY THE VIOLIN 😼

[diagnosed-anxiety-disorder]

When you haven't practiced in a month or so and the orchestra festival is in two days

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

okay cramps not so bad now but no memorable quotes because i wasn’t able to write any down in my folder, things were just moving too fast. all i remember is looking up briefly in a lull and seeing tita conductor with an excited smile on her face while she was looking at something in the score because a trumpet in the back was practicing a bit with a mute. and thinking, god, i want to be like that. just so easily delighted by what i do. i want that in my life

also we had quartet rehearsal today and that cheered me up after not doing so hot at sightreading during rehearsal. ate honorsprofessor wants us to play at my honors cording ceremony like girl. i need to get there first (write the paper)(present it orally) and even then i need to get this project under control. or maybe she’s trying to motivate me to keep pushing with the capstone knowing how discouraging working on it has been. maybe it’s a ploy, wouldn’t put it past her

[woso-dreamzzz]

If Music Be The Food Of Love

Laia Aleixandri x Reader

Summary: Leila can't quite believe that Laia's bringing her to see the orchestra

"Since when were you into music?"

"I've always been into music."

Leila gave her a deadpan stare, one perfect brow raised. "Not classical music. You told me when you moved in that classical music was the bane of your existence and if you found out whoever played it in the locker room, you would come down upon them with a vengeance."

Laia had forgotten that but she awkwardly clear her throat, trying to brush the comment away. "Things can change," She said," Maybe I've matured."

"Matured? Ha!" Leila replied," Sure, and pigs can fly."

"Look, if you don't want to be here then fine! Leave!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Leila held her hands up in defeat. "I never meant that. Thank you for the tickets, really. I was just questioning your newfound love for the orchestra. Sorry if I hit a nerve or something."

Laia ignored her friend as they filed into the auditorium, finding their seats in the box. "Hi," She greeted the other people in the box with familiarity as she took her seat, dragging Leila with her," Hello. It's good to see you."

"Who is your friend, Laia?" A much older woman asked, hands wrapped tightly around the walking stick between her legs.

"This is Leila, we play together. For club and country," Laia said, indicating to Leila who looked incredibly confused as to just how many times Laia, the self-proclaimed classical music hater, had been to see this orchestra.

"A different type of playing than this," The old woman joked.

"Very different to this," Laia agreed.

A hush descended upon the audience as the curtain rose and revealed the orchestra, a group of smartly dressed individuals in all black.

Instantly, Laia's eyes sought you out. She had no problem finding you. She never had a problem finding you - even though you sat closest to the audience in the first chair to the conductor's left. She was drawn to you no matter where you were and could find you in a crowd without a second thought.

Your face was a mask of professionalism but, when your eyes glanced to the box, the barest hint of a smile poked at the corner of your lips.

"Don't tell me that's why we've come," Leila hissed in her ear," Because you've got the hots for a violin girl."

Laia didn't get time to respond (not that she would, lost to the world staring into your eyes despite the distance between you) because the conductor cleared his throat, hand up to begin the concert.

Music of angelic quality filled the room but Laia didn't turn her gaze from you. Your eyes were slightly closed as you counted your beats and rests. Your violin was a snug fit under your chin and your bow moved over your strings with such experience and skill that it was obvious why you were the concertmaster.

Laia didn't stop watching you even when there was a flute solo. You caught her eye several times but mainly stayed focused on your conductor. But, every so often, your head would tilt the slightest bit to the side, towards the box that Laia was sitting in.

Your eyes would meet for a moment and you would instantly be transported back to when you first met her, in a hole in the wall café that served the best coffee in the city.

She had asked to sit at your table as everywhere else was full. You would later learn that it was just an excuse so she could finally pluck up the courage to speak to you.

You welcomed her into your booth and got to talking, about her football matches and your orchestra concerts. She confessed her hatred for all things classical and you invited her round to your place to listen to good classical music - because only people who heard bad classical music ever swore off the genre entirely.

Things had blossomed easily from there and soon she was sat in the family box with your fellow musicians' families, listening to you play with a soft smile and warm arms to welcome you at the end.

You adjusted your positioning as the introduction to your solo began to build. The music swelled before, one by one each of your fellow string sections dropped off. Your first violins accompanied you into the first few notes before stilling, letting you take the lead - your shining moment of the song.

You kept your eyes on Laia as you played, not really needing the conductor when you had played this particular solo many times to perfection.

It was actually the first solo you had ever played in Laia's company when she had demanded to hear your excellence on your third date, curled up in your apartment after a warm meal.

●～●～●～●～

"Are we allowed to be here?" Leila asked in a hushed voice even as she took a flute of champagne from the waiter offering it to her.

"For the last time, yes," Laia said back, sipping her own champagne. It wasn't her alcohol of choice but your events tended to be fancy like this so she had gained an appreciation for it.

Leila let out a breath as she surveyed the room where the afterparty was taking place. "You never told me how much I owe you for the tickets. I mean, a box Laia? How much did this cost?"

"Nothing." Laia was only half paying attention, eyes focussed on each of the doors, trying to guess which one you were going to walk through. "They were free."

"Free?" Leila's voice was steeped in incredulousness. "Have you been donating to the orchestra or something? Those seats were fancy."

"Not quite."

You stepped through the door on her left. Your face held a single-minded purpose as you walked across the room. You took a glass of champagne on instinct, not bothering to look at the waiter as you joined Laia and Leila.

"Hi," You said.

"Hi," Laia said back.

"Hi," You said again.

"Hello."

You broke your gaze from Laia and turned it to her companion. You smiled. "You must be Leila, it's so good to meet you. I'm y/n." You held out your hand.

She took it and nodded knowingly. "Violin girl."

You giggled, taking a sip of champagne. "That's not a name I'm quite accustomed to. Usually, it's just the concertmaster."

Leila grinned. "I'll pretend that I know what that means."

"It means that she's second in command," Laia said quickly. She placed her champagne flute off to the side and wrapped an arm securely around your waist. "I'm very proud."

"I'm glad you could come," You said to Leila sincerely," It's nice to finally meet one of Laia's friends."

Leila looked between the two of you suspiciously, taking in Laia's arm and the way you leaned into her grip, practically laying your head on her shoulder.

"I take it I have you to thank for the box tickets."

Your cheeks coloured. "I get up to four free box tickets for every performance. I told Laia she could bring whoever she wanted."

"And is Laia a constant audience member for you?"

"Always." You pressed a kiss against her cheek. "Laia's been coming to shows ever since I made her fall in love with classical music again."

"Laia? Into classical music?" Leila laughed," You must be some persuader."

"I like to think it was my kisses that really sealed the deal."

Leila roared with laughter but Laia didn't care.

She dipped her head down to meet your lips. You tasted exactly like usual, a mix of fancy champagne and the chewing gum you always used before a performance.

You kissed her back just as sweetly.

"So," Leila said, wiggling her eyebrows," I'm getting the sense here that you two are an item."

"What gave it away? The kissing?" You asked.

Leila shrugged and Laia already knew she was going to regret introducing her friend to you. "And the eye fucking every time she looked at you on stage."

[arithmonym]

hey. locked tomb orchestra AU where palamedes is the concertmaster and camilla is the principal cellist.

harrow is palamedes’s stand partner. gideon plays bass, and she has very strong opinions about bow styles.