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Maybe Eris should've stayed home and caught his show after all.

Even he wasn't going to be so cold hearted and say none of them had talent, but great stars above was he bored out of his mind. Once you heard Widow Nailo's singing it wasn't like anything in the world could match, and it didn't help that Count Benson's choice was from an opera she once sang. He remembered little of the plot but the songs themselves were gorgeous--he actually did sit up a touch once he heard Chérie sing those familiar notes. It was alright, like finding an uncovered gem, but said gem needed a lot more polish to make itself really shine. Maybe if she were in more capable hands she could have really knocked it out of the park. 

The fire thing was a bold choice for...wait, who was this? Unfortunately he spent most of the performance trying to figure out who the hell he was watching. A new Marivaldi mage, sure, but a complete nobody. The princess sure loved to assign nobodies to nobility, didn't she? First the little white haired songbird and now the pyromaniac knife wielder. Maybe she was hoping the Marivaldi dorm would get burned down or something. The thought did make Eris' smile a little wider than it probably should have been, timed well with his applause. 

Said smile had to be muted since Wells was up, and his performance was...actually Eris didn't know whether the kid was an idiot or a genius. There was some actual merit to his creation, even his comedic timing (Eris personally would've left it out, but whatever), and the finished result [i]was[/i] striking, but anyone could attribute it to dumb luck. Oh well, it was semi-interesting and Eris hadn't fallen asleep yet, so it was fine. Everything about the kid was a farce tonight anyway, might as well add 'potential starving artist' to the list.

Now, Plant Boy's whole shtick was something he didn't think he'd end up enjoying, but he was biased. And to be fair, it wasn't until he realized that the boy had chosen such a magnificent model that he had any investment in anything he did. Honestly Eris didn't even care, seeing any artist attempt to capture his beauty was always fun in his book. He was going to have to come back to the dorm to admire it privately. Wait, was he playing into something? No, Count Astorio wasn't that smart. Or was he? Eris ended up deciding he didn't care for now.

And finally, Sunny. Unfortunately a trained ear could spot every little adjustment and the change was blasphemous. Hm, maybe Eris was being too critical? But eh, the mage had a cute expression on his face as he played, so just with that alone he'd rate it as the second best performance tonight. It was a little weird to see something resembling passion from such a rigid individual. To be honest he was admittedly more caught up in the additional attention the mage gave anyway, so it wasn't like he was missing out. 

Still, even with the positives Eris' mind kept going back to his soap opera. He could've been comfy on the couch watching Duchess Annabel's marriage getting interrupted. Actually he could've been buttering up his grandparents, he was pretty sure their anniversary was tonight. There were much better things to do with his time then watch inexperienced mages and Sunny, even with the little enjoyment he did get out of them. 

But as always, they weren't the point--the show Eris was really here for was finally about to start, and judging by the not-so-subtle-split-second look they had exchanged earlier, old Benard hadn't expected him. If Eris could get away with it he would've made an entire photo album on the count's reaction: the surprise, the confusion, the irritation, the bitter acceptance. He hid it well, as nobles did, but there was nothing more gratifying than getting on someone's last nerve without even having to say anything. 

And now they were being all nice and blood tasting, so he was sure conversation would spark up at any moment. Fortunately it was delivered with a very sweet tasting drink, with Eris reveling in his introduction. Ah, someday that would extend to everyone he knew, but for now he'd just settle. The countess gave him the perfect chance to insert himself in the conversation, pausing his sip in time to talk. [color=ccff99]"I'd like to know as well, I haven't heard that song in some time,"[/color] He remained relatively polite as he asked, but then changed his mind. Why the hell should he stay polite for this dick? [color=ccff99]"Widow Nailo's performance of that tune won several awards back in her heyday, if I remember right. Marvelous performances, but they say she was born to sing. How do you think your little one compares?"[/color]

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