The Professor and Sean - Book Two - Part 21
by Scotty
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Scotty
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The Professor and Sean - Book 2 - Part 21
(Ryan narrates)
Awakening with your lover in your arms and the sun streaming into the room is breathtakingly beautiful. It is a moment such as this that confirmed for me how lucky I am in having found Sean. There was in this instant that remarkable knowing, what Joyce called 'epiphany', when suddenly there is no doubt, no questioning but only the reality, the truth, the essence of the spirit bringing forth understanding, knowledge, and the epitome of emotion. That I loved him completely and for all time was as sure as the sun rising and setting, as true as the Scriptures, as overwhelming as a beautiful sunset. It is the knowing, the acceptance of a truth; complicated, but made simple by the moment in which it occurs.
As my mind raced over these thoughts, tears welled up in my eyes, and, overcome by intense emotion, I hugged him tightly to me, fearing that somehow he might be taken from me. He moved against me, his warm flesh rubbing on mine, his manhood firmly meeting mine as our bodies entwined under the silken sheets.
"Hmm," he murmured.
I kissed his head and caressed his smooth, nicely muscled back, my fingers wandering into his ass crack, my hands then massaging his firm buttocks. I was happy!
"That's so nice. I love it when we are close like this, Hon. I can feel your heartbeat and I know that you are aroused and happy to be in my arms. I love you, Hon," he told me in a sleepy voice.
"We have lots to do, Baby. We promised everyone that we would join them for breakfast at eight. It's seven now, so we have to get going. Then we have to do a little sightseeing with everyone. You probably want to spend some time at the piano. I will leave that up to you, Baby. You know what you need," I told him as he snuggled some more.
He stretched and his body glistened in the sunlight as he pushed the covers off, his penis was erect. Without comment, I moved down and took it deeply into my throat. He began moving his body in an up and down motion, pushing his engorged cock into my throat. It didn't take long before his breathing increased and I could tell he was near. I didn't stop sucking his cock and I was soon rewarded with his warm seed as he ejaculated into my mouth. I was overjoyed. He sighed deeply, and his softened cock slipped out of my mouth.
"Now fuck me, Lover," he ordered me.
And I did.
(Sean narrates)
We made our way down to the dining room after we had showered and dressed. Ry told the host that we were joining the Taylor party. He preceded us across the dining room to a large table set with gleaming china and crystal. Mom and Dad were there as were Aunt Emily and Father O'Rourke. Rog and Greg had not yet arrived.
We hugged the men and kissed the ladies. Father O'Rourke looked so much more vital and alive than I remembered him when we left Vermont. It was good to see him engaged with others and happy. Aunt Emily looked lovely as she conversed with Mom. Dad had risen from his seat as he hugged both of us. We sat, and after the waiter had brought Ryan some coffee, we began to discuss the day.
Ry thought it would be a good idea to arrange for a limo so that Aunt Emily and Father O'Rourke wouldn't have to walk too far. Mom and Dad agreed, indicating that they would appreciate that also. As we began talking about places we might like to visit, Rog and Greg showed up. Greg was in his usual entertaining mood. In fact, he said,
"My, oh, my. I'm surprised you two are here. I thought you might stay in bed for most of the morning."
"Don't start your wise chat, Greg. No one is interested," said a slightly irritated Rog.
Just then the waiter arrived with more coffee, and inquired if we were ready to order, or if we preferred the buffet. We all agreed to have the buffet. I helped Aunt Emily and Greg assisted Father O'Rourke as we went to the buffet tables. There were all kinds of things for breakfast, including an omelet station and egg station. There were a variety of fresh fruits, many pastries, toast, ham, bacon, sausage, everything you could think of, and many things you couldn't imagine. I helped Aunt Emily who chose eggs Benedict, a pastry, and some fresh fruit. I helped her back to the table and returned to fill my plate. Actually, I needed to return two more times, as I was ravenous. Everyone at the table took great pleasure in my appetite.
Rog inquired about practice time, cautioning me not to overdo it. He reminded me that too much practice might take the edge off my playing at the concert. And he suggested to Ry that he make sure I took a short nap. Ry smiled at me and promised Rog that he would take care of it. We enjoyed a long, conversation-filled breakfast. Everyone seemed honestly thrilled about the concert and was proud of me. I know I blushed more than once when so many nice things were said about me. Ry told everyone that Dan and Craig, and Cathy and Janet would be at the concert.
Rog added, "It's not often that the president of State and the chairman of the trustees make a special effort to attend a college function. But both of them will be here tonight. It's a real honor, Sean. You should be proud."
"I am proud, but I'm also a little scared. What if I make a mistake?" I conceded.
Dad came to where I was sitting. He put his arms around me as he stood behind me. He announced to everyone,
"This is our son, and he will not make any mistakes. He's too talented, too fine a musician to make any errors. Sean, we all love you and our love will flow across the hall and hold you up."
Ry took my hand in his, then lifted it to his lips as he kissed it. He smiled broadly and leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips. He told everyone,
"Sean maybe a little nervous about tonight, but he will do a remarkable job; first, because he is talented, and second, because he has in Rog Fillimore a devoted, caring, and remarkably well-trained and talented teacher. He has helped Sean with some of the finer points of the music. Sean is set to dazzle all of us."
"Hear, hear!" offered Greg. I just blushed all the more. Mom and Aunt Emily brought the breakfast to a close when they informed everyone that we would have lunch at the Union Oyster House restaurant at noon. No one was to be late, as it was difficult to get reservations for such a large group.
(Aunt Emily narrates)
It is strange how the twists and turns of life bring you to a place where you could never have imagined you would find yourself. Looking back over my life, I realize now how difficult Sean's life had been. First he lost his parents, then he had to deal with his Uncle Jesse, and finally with me.
My heart nearly broke when I discovered how close he had been to taking his own life. How could I have been so blind to what was happening in his life? My excuse, I guess, was that I got so involved with my own problems that I failed to see his pain.
And now, he is so happy. Every time he looks at Ryan, I see such happiness and love. He gets that same look from Ryan. I talked with Father O'Rourke about it and he said to me,
"Emily, the Lord works in mysterious ways, as you know. I think in his plan for things, these two had to meet and become a loving couple. And when I hear about the boys they plan to adopt, I believe more than ever, that this will happen, that they will give those youngsters a loving home. Believe me, Emily, all of them will be happy. I know it!"
"Father," I replied, "I pray that you are right. That boy does not deserve anymore tragedy or unhappiness in his life."
Now here I am in Boston, preparing to go to Symphony Hall to hear him play with an orchestra of select college musicians. I must admit I have some butterflies, but deep in my soul I know that he will do well.
Ellen Taylor loves those two boys so much. She has absolutely no doubts, nor does Gerry. There is so much love flowing in both directions between those four. It is such a wonderful time for Ellen and Gerry. And, my goodness, if they get the boys, it will be a milestone for them, having grandkids is one thing they both wanted so much. They never made Ryan feel inadequate when he told them he was gay. They accepted that they would never have grandchildren. Now, pray God, they will.
I worry about Father O'Rourke. He seems to be slowly failing. I know he is ready to meet God, but I selfishly want to keep him around for a little longer. But his death, like all things in life, will happen when it happens. Our job is to deal with it.
Tonight will be a wonderful time for all of us.
(Ryan narrates)
As the morning passed, I became more aware that Sean was beginning to get a little nervous. It had not been too apparent until lunch. Sean ate practically nothing, a sure sign that he was focused on the concert and not on lunch, or for that matter, the conversation at lunch. I could see relief in his eyes, when after lunch was finished, I made our excuses and headed back to the hotel so that he could run through parts of the piece at the piano, and hopefully I could get him to take a nap, or at least rest. I knew this would not be easy.
Mom and Dad had asked that I have dinner with them, as they knew Sean would not be at dinner, a measure Rog advised so that he wouldn't be sick from nervous stomach. I had promised him a fine dinner in our room after the concert. I hated not to be with him when he went to Symphony Hall, but I also understood that Rog would be of more help than I could be. So I had agreed to have a quiet dinner with Mom and Dad. Greg would be having dinner with Aunt Emily and Father O'Rourke. If Dan and Craig arrived before dinner, they would be joining Greg and the others at dinner.
I suspected that Mom and Dad had something that they wanted to discuss with me, and probably alone. I don't think that they wanted to exclude Sean, but they had decided to take advantage of Sean's not being at dinner with us. I wondered what was on their minds.
All of this was on my mind as Sean and I returned to our suite at the hotel. Sean was strangely quiet, and I noticed that he was pacing about the rooms, apparently with nothing in mind to do in any of them. I sat on the sofa and motioned for him to come to me. He smiled and crossed the room and sat by me. I hugged him and gave him a quick kiss,
"Are you getting nervous, Baby?" I asked.
He nodded his head indicating `yes', and then leaned into me, putting his head on my chest. It felt right. I cleared my throat, and as I stroked his curly head, and I inquired,
"Think you could take a little nap, Baby? Maybe get your mind off the concert?"
"Will you take a nap with me?" he asked me without raising his head from my chest. I kissed the top of his head, and said,
"Whatever you want, Baby, I will do."
He sat up, then stood and pulled me to my feet.
"Let's use the bed. It will be more comfortable."
We went to the bedroom, removed our clothes, and got into the bed. I reached for the phone and called the desk asking them to call us in two hours. I took him into my arms and as our naked bodies touched, we soon had erections. But no sex followed. Sean, his head resting again on my chest, was soon asleep. I enjoyed the quiet and the nearness of my lover and soon I was also asleep.
(Ryan continues)
In the distance I could hear a ringing. It took me a moment or two to realize it was the phone. I picked up the receiver and, after a warm comment from the desk clerk, I thanked him and hung up the phone. Sean kissed my chest, and licked my right nipple. I laughed and told him,
"If you don't stop that, Baby, we'll never be ready for the concert. Come on, let's take a shower together and get going. We have lots to do."
"Yeah, yeah. I know. You're so warm, Hon. And your body feels soooo good! But, I'll get my ass out of bed and get going."
"I have a couple of ideas about that beautiful ass of yours, but we'll get to that later tonight. Let's go!"
Our shower was quick and without any horseplay. We both dressed, Sean decided to wear casual clothes and take his dark suit, shirt and tie to the hall. He also took his black shoes, deciding to wear his loafers with his casual clothes. He looked hot to me, but then he always does. I just pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, waiting until later to dress for dinner and the concert.
We had just finished dressing when Rog was at the door to take Sean to the hall. I wanted to go with him, but I knew that for Sean's sake it would be better if I waited until after the concert. I hugged his so tightly we both almost lost our breath. Roger smiled at us, but didn't say anything to hurry us. I kissed Sean with every ounce of tenderness I possessed and told him in a soft, love filled whisper,
"Sean, I love you deeply. Just think of that if you get nervous or if you feel that you are going to make a mistake. I know that you will wow the audience. I saw you wow the orchestra this afternoon. You are very talented. Don't forget that. Kiss me again, Baby."
Sean kissed me with passion and without restraint. Rog turned away not wanting to embarrass either of us. As Sean pulled away from me, he said to me,
"You are the center of my life. I love you, Hon. Your love will get me through tonight."
Rog said, with patience and understanding in his voice,
"If you are ready, Sean, we should get going. You have to run through some parts before the concert. You need to chat with Dr. Coen, and it might be nice if you spoke to some of the members of the orchestra before they take their places on the stage. I need to help you get dressed and ready, too."
"I'm ready. Let's go, Dr. Fillimore. See you later, Hon." With that, they left the room going to the hall in plenty of time to take care of the things that needed to be done.
After they had left, I dressed for dinner, called my parents, and told them I would meet them in the restaurant. Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting at a nice table in the hotel restaurant. I could tell by my mother's body language that she had something important to say to me. I didn't push for information, knowing that when the time was right, I would be told.
We enjoyed a glass of wine before dinner, and while we enjoyed it, I told them about Sean's apprehension and nervousness. Mom was sympathetic, but insisted that he had nothing to worry about since he was so talented. Dad, of course, was adamant about Sean's abilities and talent. He would hear nothing else about the matter.
We ordered dinner, all of us choosing something light. When dinner was delivered to the table and we had begun eating, Mom decided that now was the time to speak about what was on her mind.
"Ryan, your Dad and I have something we want to discuss with you. We took this opportunity because if you think this idea will upset Sean in any way, tell us, and that will be the end of it."
My mother's comment took me by surprise and I felt myself getting a little angry. Why would they not want to include Sean in this discussion? I held my tongue, but I know my visage must have shown not only concern but also anger. My dad sensed my emotional condition immediately, and in an attempt to calm me, told me quickly,
"Look, Ryan, we are not excluding Sean from this because we don't love him. You know he is our son, just as you are. It is because we didn't want to upset him that we chose to do it this way. Please listen to your mother, Ryan. Then you can tell us to go to hell if you want, but at least you will understand why Sean isn't here."
"Ryan, your father and I want to do whatever we can to help you get the boys. Greg talked to us last night about the house he knows of that might be what you need for space for your family. Anyway, we want to buy that house for you, Sean and the boys. I want to help redecorate it, and as for the townhouse, we want that so that we have a place to spend time near you two and the boys."
I looked with wonder at the two of them, sitting there silently waiting for me to react. Suddenly they both noticed the tears running down my cheeks.
"Damn," said Dad, "we've gone and upset you. Just forget it."
"Mom, Dad, you don't understand. I'm not angry; I'm just blown away. What a wonderful thing to do. Why didn't you want Sean here?"
"We know he has loads of money and we thought he might be insulted that we thought we had to supply a home for the family when he could easily take care of it all. We know you could, too, Ryan, but we just had to offer."
I still couldn't get the idea to fit into my brain. Finally I told both of them,
"Sean will be thrilled with your offer. It makes you so much a part of the family we want to have. I know he'll agree, but let's not mention this to him just now. He doesn't know about the house yet because I didn't want him worrying about that until after the concert, so let's not mention it to him yet. They agreed.
After dinner was finished, we went to the lobby and waited for Greg, Aunt Emily, Father O'Rourke and hopefully Dan and Craig. Dad was as animated as I could remember. Even Mom noticed,
"Gerry, what is your problem? You seem so agitated."
"I'm just excited about this evening. This is a major step for Sean. I know he'll be excellent. Aren't you excited, Ellen?"
"Of course, Gerry. We are all excited about the evening. Just try to calm down a little."
"I think she means for you to cool it, Dad," I told him as I laughed.
Before anyone could say anything else, Emily, the good Father and Greg stepped out of the elevator. They moved quickly to us, Greg in the lead. As soon as he reached us, he announced,
"Dan and Craig are here; they'll be joining us in a moment. They've had dinner, so everyone is ready for the concert. Everyone looks sharp, I might add."
Dan and Craig exited the elevator and came to the group. I hugged both Dan and Craig. I introduced them to everyone, just to make sure that no one was left out. Then the Bell Captain informed us that our limo was ready. Everyone went outside and got into the vehicle. In a few short minutes we were at the hall.
(Sean narrates)
I really hated to leave Ryan, but I also understood that I had to do that so I could get ready for the concert and surprise him when I appeared on stage in the white tie and tails. I felt his reluctance and I knew he would have preferred to come with me, but instead, he would have dinner with Mom and Dad. I actually envied him doing that without me, but I knew I had to prioritize the events of this particular evening.
Rog was wonderful. He tried to make me feel relaxed by telling me cute stories about Greg. I could tell how much he loved him, and in some way I could see a relationship that was similar to ours.
The car was waiting for us, and with the help of the doorman, my clothes were quickly loaded into the car and we were off to Symphony Hall. Rog spoke constantly and about so many different things that I really didn't have time to think much about the concert. He was wonderful; treating me as I knew a father would treat a child who was about to go out into the world on his own.
I think I began to understand the significance of the evening when I saw Symphony Hall ablaze with light. Even this early, there was a line waiting to purchase whatever tickets were left. We were ushered into the hall, where Travis was waiting for us. He hurried us to a different dressing room than I had used the day before.
"Sean, you're gonna love this," he announced as he opened the door for us. As soon as we entered the room it was obvious that it was much larger than the previous one. To my surprise, but not to Rog, there was a grand piano in the room. I guessed it was there in case I thought I needed to run through anything.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "This is really something. I feel like a real professional instead of a struggling college student."
Laughing, Travis interjected,
"You're not just a struggling college student. You are a remarkably talented pianist. Don't kid yourself, Sean, if Dr. Coen didn't think you were something special, you wouldn't be here. Am I right, Dr. Fillimore?"
"You are absolutely correct. Thanks, Travis. I hope to see you after the concert," Rog told him.
"Thanks for everything, Travis. You have helped to make me feel welcomed," I added.
"Dr. Coen should be by shortly. See you later, then," he said, leaving us alone after quietly closing the door.
"Is there anything you want to run through, Sean, or would you rather just let it be?"
As I sat on the sofa, I told him,
"I'm fine. I don't want to dull the edge of what I hope will be my performance. Rog, how can I ever thank you for all that you have done for me. You have been like the father I never had. I love you, Rog, as I would love my father. Thank you so much.
I could see a tear or two in Rog's eyes, but he didn't lose control. He sat beside me, took my hand in his, and in a voice he had difficulty controlling, he said,
"Sean, that's one of the best compliments I have every received. Thank you for letting me help you. I recognized your talent and skill the first time I heard you play. But what I like even more about you, Sean, is that you are a wonderful human being and you have made someone who is important to Greg and me a very happy man. You have made Ryan a new man. Thank you for that."
I felt ready for the concert. I hurried a little, but Rog wouldn't let me put on my trousers or jacket until just moments before I left to go on stage with Dr. Coen. He wanted me to `look like the stud you are for that special man in your life. Wrinkles,' he laughed, 'wouldn't do.' So until we heard the end of the piece which the orchestra played before my call, I sat around in my boxers and tuxedo shirt, looking, I am sure, more like a clown than a pianist.
There was a knock at the door. Rog stood and went to the door and opened it. Dr. Coen stood there in his tuxedo, smiling broadly. When he saw me in my strange getup, he laughed and said,
"Welcome and thank you for taking part in this concert. I see that you don't want any wrinkles. You know what, Sean? I was dressed exactly as you are now until a few minutes ago. I would like a few minutes of Dr. Fillimore's time so that we can take a quick look at the orchestral arrangement for your encore. Good luck to you, Sean. I'll see you later when I bring you out, just as we rehearsed."
"Thank you for everything, Dr, Coen. Dr. Fillimore, you won't forget that I need to finish getting ready."
"No, I won't forget. I'll be back in plenty of time to get you into your monkey suit," Rog said with a giggle.
Just as they were about to leave, there was a knock at the door. As they opened the door, a number of young men stood there with floral arrangements. Travis and Lou Wang Chow were two of them.
"These are for Mr. Kelly," announced Lou Wang Chow. Dr. Coen and Rog left first and then the flowers were brought into the room and placed everywhere. I was astonished. Everyone left except Lou.
"What are these all about?" I asked.
"Got me. I guess they probably are from friends and admirers," he replied. My only reaction was to sit heavily on the sofa. Lou stood a little away from me, staring at my legs.
"I know that you are promised, Sean. I know that," he said as he sat next to me on the sofa.
"What do you mean by that, Lou?" I inquired.
Lou placed his hand on my naked thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. My cock jumped. He looked me directly in the eyes and stammered,
"You are the sexiest guy I have ever met. If you were not promised, I would offer myself to you. I would wish to have you make love to me, to use my body for your pleasure. But I know that cannot be, so I will leave and not bother you with this infatuation again." He leaned forward and kissed my hard cock through my boxers. I gasped out,
"Oh, God, Lou, let me tell you something. If I were not married to the most wonderful man in the world, I could easily fall hard for you. Thanks for all the compliments and I am glad that you understand the situation."
"There is something, a favor I guess, that I wish to ask of you, Sean."
"Yes, what is it?"
"May I feel your hard cock? And will you kiss me on the lips?"
I didn't answer for a long time, and I could see that Lou was getting embarrassed, so I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, but suddenly his arms were around me and he was kissing me with wild abandon. Then he stopped, got to his knees in front of me and reached for my hard cock. He took it out of my boxers, and stroked it once or twice. Then he leaned forward and kissed the head. I moaned. He was on his feet and out the door and I was left with a raging hardon and total wonderment about what had just happened. I would have to tell Ry all about it. We did not keep secrets from each other.
I got up and started pulling cards out of flower arrangements. They were from everyone: Rog and Greg, Aunt Emily and Father O'Rourke, Mom and Dad, Dan and Craig, Cathy and Janet, President and Mrs. Williams, and one from Kevin and Jerrod, and a small, but lovely arrangement from Mrs. Foster. But I couldn't find one from Ryan. I went through the cards again, now I found one from Dr. Coen, another from the student orchestra, but still none from Ryan. I felt emotion building in my guts, and I was almost ready to weep, when there was a knock at the door and there stood Travis hidden for the most part by a bouquet of yellow roses. It was huge.
"May I come in and put this down? The damn thing is heavy as hell," he said.
"Oh, sorry, Travis. Of course, put them on the piano."
"Here's a note that came with them. It was to be given only to you. So, please take it. By the way, Lou just finished talking to me. He's beside himself for behaving so badly. He thinks you will never forgive him. I kinda know how he feels, Sean. I think you're hot, too. But not to worry, I already have a lover and when we finish college, we will try to get married somewhere. We want to spend our lives together. If you have a chance before you play, tell him he is forgiven, even if he isn't, so that he will play his best. Gotta run. Take it easy, Sean, and kill `em with your playing." And he was gone.
I just fell back onto the sofa. I was just sitting there in total disbelief at what I had just been told. I looked down and then remembered the note in my hand. I tore open the envelope and unfolded the note. I knew the handwriting immediately; it was from Ryan. The note read,
"My dearest Husband,
There is nothing that can demonstrate my total devotion and love. I hope these roses show in some small way, how much I love you.
Hold me in your heart tonight as you play. I assure you, I will hold you in my heart.
My kisses, my love, all of me is yours, my darling,
Your loving husband,
Ry'"
I was about to cry, but at that time, Rog returned. He was filled with smiles and seemed very happy. He ordered me,
"Come on, Sean, off your ass. We have to get you presentable."
There was a polite knock at the door, and a disembodied voice said,
"Five minutes, Mr. Kelly."
On went the trousers and jacket. Rog did a final check of me, and after I examined myself in the mirror, inspecting every hair on my head and was satisfied, we left the dressing room and moved to the back of the stage where Dr. Coen would come to meet me and take me on stage.
Rog's last comment to me before Dr. Coen came back was concise, but what I needed to know,
"Everyone you know is on your side, and I'm here and I'll stay here. Give `em hell, Sean."
Amidst heavy applause, Dr. Coen appeared through the wings. He wiped the perspiration from his face, took a long drink of cold water, and moved over to me.
"Ready, Mr. Kelly?"
"Yes."
We walked out onto the stage where we were greeted by warm applause.
(Ryan narrates)
I was happy that we had decided on a light dinner because as we neared Symphony Hall, my stomach reminded me about how nervous I had become. I don't know how everyone else felt, but I know my heart beat increased a little, and I have no doubt that my blood pressure went up a bit. Mom, I know, sensed my increased concern as she reached for my hand and held it tightly.
When we finally arrived at the hall, and I saw it, for the strangest reason, which I cannot explain, my nervousness subsided. We all went in, and were directed to our seats, which were premium, some of the best in the house. The hall filled rapidly, and by the time the concert was about to start, there were no seats to be found. I noticed President Wilson and had a brief moment to chat with him before the concert. He was in a spirited mood, thrilled to be there, and anxious to hear Sean.
Cathy and Janet had arrived before us and were seated in the same area that we were, thanks to Sean, so we had a chance to chat. Craig was strangely quiet, but I hesitated to ask Dan the problem as I realized it was none of my business. Cathy told me that Kevin was back at school and would be doing office work until the end of the spring session. He would return to his position in September. Jerrod was still living with him and their relationship seemed to have smoothed out. Sean would be pleased to hear that.
The orchestra began filing into their places on the stage, and then shortly, a young Chinese man, the first violinist, began the tune-up. It was a treat for many in the audience. I think I met the boy earlier, but I wasn't sure. I did recognize Travis in the back of the orchestra in the percussion section. He seemed involved getting various things ready for the concert. After the last note of the warm-up, the lights dimmed, and from the back of the stage, Dr. Coen made his entrance to the delight of the audience and the orchestra. He bowed deeply, and stepping up on the podium, raised his arms, and with the downbeat, the concert began. I glanced at the program and noted that there would be three numbers, short ones, before Sean made his appearance.
I prayed silently that the roses arrived in time. The music overtook my worries and the audience and I were swept away.
After the second piece, I glanced again at the program and read,
Chopin's Piano Concerto in F minor, Opus 21
Guest Performer: Sean Kelly, State College
I flipped through the program until I got to the notes and read about the concerto there:
1st Movement - Maestoso
Knowing the proper relationship of the two concertos, it is possible to see in this one the active initiating _expression of which the E minor concerto (1st concerto) is the more passive counterpart. The subjects are more concise and contributory to development than those of the first concerto, leading to a total effect more muscular and energetic. Nevertheless, once the piano enters, the absorption is with the way the interpreter approximates what must have been an exhilarating effect in Chopin's own performance, as the implication of the basic ideas are filled in and elaborated. Looking at the solo part, the profusion of notes suggests that some, at least, are superfluous. Listening to a proper performance leaves no doubt that all are essential, especially those that the understanding artist singles out for emphasis among the many provided for subsidiary, supporting purposes. The opening theme is recalled in the brief closing section.
2nd Movement - Larghetto
This superb movement is identified, in Chopin's own documentation, with his thoughts of a romantic attachment named Konstantsya Gladkovska. But the question remains whether her image conjured up the music or the music put Chopin in a reminiscent vein about her. In any case, it is an absorbing study in the progression from complexity to simplicity, in a strain of musical portraiture unique with Chopin. Schumann's enthusiasm for this movement is well known, and several commentators have observed that Chopin's use of the pizzicato double basses and an echoing bassoon and quite complimentary to the sensitivities of a man regarded as no orchestrator.
3rd Movement - Allegro vivace
Temperamentally, this 3/4 movement falls somewhat between a Chopin waltz and mazurka. The basic tempo is varied after a while by the direction scherzando, where the mazurka impulse becomes quite pronounced. Following this the piano takes off on a new line of thought derived from the opening in one of those strokes of musical divination reserved for the masters. At the moment, Chopin was barely twenty; but he was much more than barely a master.
As I finished reading the program notes, the moment had arrived. Dr. Coen left the stage for a break. The orchestra remained seated. There was much conversation in the audience about how well the orchestra showed its talent in the first three numbers. There was a spattering of applause and then it grew, and I saw him. I actually stopped breathing. There was Sean wearing white tie and tails and looking handsome and sexy. I couldn't believe my eyes. How,' I wondered, did he get the tux?'
Then I remembered the arrangement with Rog. He would go with Sean to the hall and I could go to dinner with my folks. It had all been planned for my enjoyment. Sean stopped and shook hands with the first violinist. It appeared that he said something to the young Oriental that pleased him as he smiled as Sean moved on.
Sean bowed deeply when he reached the piano; then he and Dr. Coen acknowledged each other. Sean sat on the bench, making sure his coat tails hung over the back of the bench. Dr. Coen looked to him, and with the slightest movement of his head he indicated he was ready. Dr. Coen raised his arms, and it began.
As he played, and he was awesome, I realized that Mom was squeezing my arm, and I noted a couple of tears in Dad's eyes. A quick glance down the row of family and friends and it was obvious that they were all enraptured by the music. As the first movement ended, there was a smattering of applause, but most waited to applaud at the end of the concerto.
It was in the second movement, that Sean really shown. His interpretation, his talent, and his skill came to the forefront. Tears were streaming down my face, as I was so in love with him that when he performed with such love and skill, I again wondered why God had sent him to me. At the end of this movement, the applause was more robust, and I found myself joining.
Sean kept his gaze at the piano and at Dr. Coen. He did not look at the audience once. I knew one reason he avoided this was because he feared what his response might be if he were to see me. The final movement picked up themes from the beginning of the concerto, and then was finally finished.
For a brief moment the audience was silent, and then it burst into wild applause and raucous shouts of `Bravo'. Sean stood and bowed, and as one the audience was on its feet firmly acknowledging what they had just witnessed. They had seen talent, skill, and love of music.
Sean continued to bow, and finally joined Dr. Coen as he stepped down from the podium. With Sean preceding him, they exited the stage. The applause did not stop. I was weeping now, part in relief and part in total love. Mom and Dad had joined me with tears running down their faces. Even Emily and Father O'Rourke were emotionally moved. Greg was going crazy, applauding wildly, and shouting `Bravo' at the top of his voice. The applause continued.
The door at the back of the stage opened again and Sean appeared first, followed by Dr. Coen. The audience went wild with applause and shouts of `Bravo'. The members of the orchestra joined the audience, the string players tapping their music stands enthusiastically. Sean walked to the piano, bowed again, and sat. Dr. Coen, walked to the microphone and began to speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your warm response to Mr. Kelly and the orchestra. Mr. Kelly is an extraordinarily talented pianist. He has had a remarkable teacher as his mentor, and I want to take this opportunity to introduce him to you."
Dr. Fillimore, please join us on the stage. Rog walked out from stage left and stood beside Sean. Sean had risen from his seat and the two men hugged each other. The audience approved. Dr. Coen continued,
"Sometime ago, Dr. Fillimore contacted me and asked if it would be acceptable to select Sean's encore early as he wanted to work with him on it. Sean wanted to play a special piece. We agreed, and in fact, Dr. Fillimore and I developed and adapted the orchestration for this piece. Not until yesterday did Dr. Fillimore know that I had decided that he should conduct the orchestra for this encore. So without further comment, I am pleased to hand over the baton to Dr. Fillimore."
I was amazed, and from the look on Greg's face he was also totally surprised. Rog stepped up on the platform, and spoke:
"This piece is dedicated to Dr. Ryan Taylor of State."
He tapped the stand, raised his hands, and the orchestra began. I was not able to identify the piece in the early part, but when the time came for Sean to begin playing, I knew immediately what was happening. My heart began to beat rapidly, and my emotions boiled over. I had all I could do to contain myself and not sob uncontrollably.
For in the most beautiful arrangement I could imagine, I heard that melody which brought the lyrics immediately to mind....
"The story of my life,
Begins and ends with you..."
Thank God Dad was there and hugged me to him so my sobs were stifled, but my emotions were going crazy. I watched Sean, and felt the intensity and emotion with which he played our song. He was smiling broadly, watching Rog, for his direction; then he finally looked directly at me. I saw tears were running down his face. I wanted to rush the stage and take him into my arms and tell him how much I loved him, but I knew I couldn't do that.
The orchestral arrangement was magnificent, a compliment to Dr. Coen and Rog. Sean's piano solos were emotional and intense. With a crescendo of sound, and then the quiet of the piano solo, the piece came to an end. The audience responded with cheering and applause.
I could barely get to my feet. Dr. Coen, Rog, and Sean, joined hands and bowed, but the applause didn't subside. They left the stage, but the audience would not let Sean go without another encore or more. He and Dr. Coen returned, and almost immediately the orchestra, and Sean, broke into a medley of patriotic music, college fight songs, and finally, selected hymns. When they finished and had acknowledged the response of the audience, they left the stage. The house lights came up and it was intermission.
`Wow!" said Dad, "that was something else. I can't believe how talented Sean is. He really got to me, Ryan."
"Me, too," said Mom.
"I almost lost it. When he played the encore and I knew he and Rog had worked on it, just for me, well, that was pretty difficult to take. Do you see why I love him so much? He is so thoughtful, so loving."
Greg had moved over to our group. He was smiling, and quickly said,
"What did you think of that arrangement of your song, Ry? That's my Rog, talented and very secretive."
"I don't understand," said Emily.
"Nor do I," added Mom.
"He never told me, Ryan. He never told me about working with Dr. Coen and Sean. And, frankly, I'm a little perturbed. Not really, but I wish he had told me. And conducting the orchestra. He knew about that yesterday, but he never said a word. Maybe he thought I would let the cat out of the bag. I'm not too good at keeping secrets," Greg told us as he laughed.
I couldn't take it any longer. I didn't want anymore small talk. I wanted to see Sean, to hold him, to tell him how much I loved him and how wonderful his performance had been. I was just about to say something, when Travis came up to me. He whispered in my ear,
"Ry, your lover wants you. Right now, no delay," he said.
I announced to the group,
"Forgive me but Sean needs to see me. He's fine, but he wants to tell me something. I'll try to join you before the second half begins, but if not, we'll see you all in Sean's dressing room after the performance. Right now I have to rush to my partner."
"Go," ordered Dad.
I went to my lover.
(To be continued)
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