snapshots

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eddy knew what he signed up for. eddy knew it'd be one heck of a long night. he has to arrive two hours before they let people in the concert hall so he can film that. he has to scout for the best spots to take pictures and videos of the musicians and the conductor. he won't even get to enjoy the afterparty because he'll be filming and editing that, too.

"eddy!" hilary hurriedly walked to eddy. she was wearing an elegant black dress and a gold necklace. eddy almost didn't recognize her. "here's your ID," she said, handing him the lace with an "official photographer" card attached at the end. "don't forget to have fun," she winked. "thanks, hilary." eddy's smile didn't reach his eyes, as the dreaded concert neared.

brett was nervous. he's been pacing back and forth in the dressing room, trying to give himself a pep talk. "c'mon brett, you've done this a million times already. tonight isn't any different." he looked at himself in the mirror to fix his bowtie. if someone who knew brett from his modeling career came to see him now, you probably won't be able to recognize him in his suit. after all, you've only seen him in barely combed hair and an ensemble of shirt and shorts. but tonight, he's been transformed.

eddy was shooting the entirety of the concert hall. he was constantly moving, trying to capture the audience as they settled on their seats in their formal clothing. eddy focused his camera to the chairman who gave a speech before the concert. "...thank you for your unwavering support for the past 40 years. here's to 40 more," the chairman chuckled. "please enjoy the music tonight." the audience applauded as the chairman gave the floor to the conductor and musicians.

the conductor raised his baton, and the musicians raised their instruments. eddy captured this and thanked his reflexes for pressing the button before the musicians started playing. he was here to capture fleeting moments, after all.

brett breathed in deep before hitting the strings. he let his guard down as the music started resonating in the hall. he wasn't being held back, you know? there was no worry of being recognized by paparazzi despite his cap and shades, no other models that he has to pretend he likes talking to, no hilary constantly nagging him to get up for the shoot that day. hilary was just audience tonight, and she was here to see brett perform his heart out. he let the notes dance in his ears, as if it were in a deux with the beat of his heart.

eddy was in a trance from below the stage. he's forgotten how spiritual of an experience a classical music concert is. the sydney symph has persisted this long because of their talent, and eddy was here to be part of this historical event. eddy filmed the musicians methodically, following the semi-circle formation so he doesn't miss anybody. he shot the cellists, the brass section, the percussion section and finally, he reached the violinists.

eddy's eye caught sight of the concertmaster who closed his eyes at one point, feeling the music. eddy quickly took a photo and looked through the preview before moving on. why does this man look so familiar? eddy strained his eyes as he lifted his camera again, adjusting his lens to focus on the concertmaster.

brett felt like someone was watching him. well, duh, it was a concert and two thousand people are watching him right now. but, no, he felt like these eyes were only focusing on him. he opened his eyes and lifted his head ever so slightly from the music. and he realized he was right, as he locked eyes with a photographer from the bottom of the stage.

brett yang is a violinist? and a concertmaster at that. for eddy, it made sense. after all, he modeled clothes from a brand made for musicians. the hall's acoustics were so criminally good, it can even pick up the reverb of eddy's heart dropping on the floor. brett smiled at eddy momentarily, recognizing him from the shoot a week ago, before going back to his sheet music. eddy was absolutely fucked, he realized: he's in love.