(( Listening to this during these two posts is really powerful to be honest:
[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E36vgNoBkrM]BadBye Piano ver.[/url] *plus this song was the inspiration for this RP originally* ))

The crowd was chattering on and on before the concert started, like thousands of birds in a cage. The lights of the auditorium were bright and the grand piano gave off a glorious luster against the light. The entire venue was packed except for one seat at the front. Resting upon the cushion was a small paper sign that said "Reserved" in elegant letters. The people next to the vacant seat looked puzzled, knowing that the show was due to start soon.

Just then, almost moments before Julien was set to come out on stage, the auditorium doors opened, a cold wind rushing in. At the door stood a young man dressed in a sleek black suit. His hair was slicked backed and he had a fair complexion. All eyes quickly turned to him as he walked down the isles. He had an odd aura about him, one that wasn't necessarily bad, but simply an oddity, like an elephant in the room. He got to the front row and silently took his seat. The lights then dimmed and everyone immediately forgot about the odd man and merely focused on the grand piano. Waiting. Watching. Listening as the footsteps of the pianist neared his mighty instrument. 

Elliot's eyes watched carefully as Julian played. This wasn't just music. It was emotion. Emotion that no one would probably notice. Elliot's eyes were downcast. [i]His playing...it's beautiful, but so full of pain. Full of hate.[/i] he thought to himself. He glanced around and saw smiles of enjoyment plastered on the listener's faces. Looks of awe and endearment towards this man. Elliot shook his head. [i]This isn't what he wants! You're listening, but not understanding...If you understood, you wouldn't be smiling![/i] he thought, sighing. 

The melodies grew more and more intense and when the darkest of the aria had reached its peak, Elliot could sense the darkness in Julien's soul growing, almost overwhelmingly so. Then, all at once, the room went silent as the final reverberations of sound disappeared into the walls and minds of all the listeners. Elliot watched as Julien disappeared backstage once more and instantly rose to his feet. All the other people rose as well and started to exit, chatting with each other and blocking the path to where Elliot needed to go. The man started running, forcing his way through person after person. He didn't care about the cold looks he received, nor did he mind the harsh words he heard being called at the back of his head. That didn't matter. 

Finally, he got to the back edge of the auditorium and ran backstage, he went first to Julien's dressing room, but found nothing but an empty room. Then, the thought dawned on him. The roof. All that dark energy surely must have sent him to the roof. A king's suicide, from the highest place he could be. Elliot's heart sped up as he ran for the stairs, ascending them as fast as he could.