They've officially announced the next season lineup for the orchestra I sing with and it looks pretty excellent. Concerts I'll be in are the Mozart Requiem in November, Beethoven 9 in March 2025, and Peer Gynt in May 2025--the last is apparently a fully-staged version adapted by the former music director of Shakespeare's Globe, although I am not sure what that will look like in the space in which it will be performed! Fun times in any event.
A couple of other things that made me happy:
I am gradually collecting singers who appeared in the weird Claus Guth Don Giovanni, apparently, as Ben Bliss will be the tenor soloist in the Mozart Requiem. (As longtime readers know, seeing as how I never, ever shut up about it, I sang in La Damnation de Faust last spring with John Relyea, and this very weekend I will be singing in Carmina Burana with Ying Fang)
Next season is opening with the Symphonie Fantastique! Very pleased with that (also, the first half of that concert includes the Hungarian March from Damnation de Faust because that piece just slaps so hard)
My sweet Midwestern cinnamon bun Michael Spyres is coming back next season as well ❤️ Alas, it is not a concert I am in (it's just him and the orchestra) but it includes Mahler and Britten, both of whom I also love.
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How about "thank you for being patient" "you never have to thank me for that" for jillypad, also I love that you are getting out of your confort zone it's amazing 👌👌 you still make my day a little brighter😊
omg ur absolutely one of my favorite people on here 🥺 thank u so much for always being so kind to me, i appreciate it tons!! this drabble is—a bit light on the jilypad, because j & s were too stubborn to budge over for lily, but i hope you like it <3
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“Thank you for being patient with me,” he says quietly. His gaze is still fixed on the ground, still too ashamed to be able to raise them.
“James—James, look at me,” a rough grip on his chip tugs him forward and for the first time in this entire conversation, James looks into Sirius’ eyes. The absence of any condemnation or anger doesn’t help, like one might’ve thought, no. It only makes it so much worse, because here is James, someone who’s hurt his own best friend, the other half of his soul, every single day for who knows how long. He’s been so selfish, for so long, and Sirius still looks at him like that—like he’s a flower turned towards the sun. It’s not right. He shouldn’t have to.
Sirius pinches, hard, until James comes back to him with a yelp. “You never have to thank me for that, you understand?” When James doesn’t respond, his fingers dig in a little more. “Do you understand, Jamie? I will wait for you, as long as it takes, and you do not get to make me feel bad about that. Nor will you beat yourself up over it.”
“But, Si, I- I was flaunting my relationship in your- it must’ve been terrible,” James cries out, putting himself in Sirius’ shoes—in love with someone who’s never once looked at him, knowing their heart is promised to another—and feeling like utter shite for it.
“I…wouldn’t recommend it, no,” Sirius says, still casual as all fuck. “But it wasn’t this great tragedy you’re building in your head, James. It was just other fact of life. Magic is real, hippogriffs are divas, and I was…am in love with you. Simple as that,” he ends with a shrug.
Simple, James scoffs mentally. If there was ever more proof needed that Sirius was the strongest person he knows, then this is it. Because James lived with the feeing that the person he was in love with—well, the other person he was in love with didn’t think of him that way for five days and he was ready to crack. That one week after he realised his feelings for Sirius were like a hitherto undiscovered form of hell—he was miserable.
It took Lily dragging him into an empty classroom and typing him to a chair before he finally admitted it to himself and her.
He was in love with Sirius Black, and from the look of things, it had been that way for a long, long time now. The only reason he hadn’t suspected anything was because their relationship had always felt so right, so complete that he couldn’t imagine needing anything more.
Until the possibility that Sirius might not be his, completely and entirely his, hits him across the head when he overhears a gaggle of admirers talk about dating him.
In the end, its Lily gives him the courage to do it.
Lily, who takes his hand in both of hers and presses the most tender kiss he’d ever felt. For a minute, he is worried, nay, terrified that she’s about to break up with him and what will he do then? Sirius might be the other half of his soul, but Lily was his heart. He couldn’t live without her nor could he blame her if that’s what he decided to do.
It only takes her a second to read the fear in his eyes before she presses the same kiss into his lips, his eyes, his nose, all over his face.
“I’m not going anywhere, love,” she whispers. “But I think it’s time we bring someone else in, hm?”
(James will never understand what he did to deserve not one, but two soulmates who fit him so perfectly when most people go their entire lives without even finding one but he promises himself he’ll never take it for granted, never treat them less than they deserve)
And so he’s here, two days of unsuccessful avoiding later, spilling his guts out to his best mate who’s just responded with the most heartbreaking sentence James’s ever heard.
“Well, I’ve got you beat there, Jamie. I’ve loved you since second year.”
That’s almost the entirety of the time they’ve known either.
Like he’s said, James doesn’t know how Sirius managed it. Can’t fathom how he was able to be there for him, not just as a friend but a wingman in his attempt to woo Lily. James think he’d rather combust than assist Sirius in picking out clothes for a date and condoms for the night after.
“I always knew there was a reason I liked Lily, you know,” Sirius says, suddenly. James blinks at him in question.
“She’s the reason you’re here, isn’t she?” James ducks his head at the knowing lilt of his words, unable to refute the truth of it.
“Well, will you thank her for me, then, J?” Sirius is leaning forward, eyes fixed on his, intense and heated. “Exactly like this, actually.” And he closes the gap between them.
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