+stankovicmilan came back through the looking glass
thelandbeyondtheglass:
“I wouldn’t say that; music isn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. It takes a good amount of brains to do something with it. Not to mention a good amount of talent.” He shrugged a little, unsure what else to say on the subject, as he really knew nothing about music. From the way Lil and Matt worked at it, though, he knew it was nothing too simple.
“That’s awesome!” Ryuu smiled back, tilting his head slightly. The other seemed to be examining him, as if looking for something that wasn’t easily apparent. The man couldn’t fathom what it mights be, so he just brushed it off and proceeded forward with the conversation. “Ah, that makes sense,” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. Honestly, he learned better with visual aids anyway. He didn’t, however, pick up on the subtle invitation, a mixture of his sleepiness and obliviousness hiding it from him.
He listened to the other quietly, suddenly tensing up and expression going blank on the subject. He’d learned first hand how dangerous his work could be. If it hadn’t been for Hiroshi, he would have learned the consequences of that danger as well. But he promised himself he’d never speak of that to anyone again— he was too ashamed. And then came the last part. The blond felt his lips attempt to twitch up into a smile, but in the end it was for naught. He knew that the other meant well, but such kind words were not something Ryuu would ever accept about himself— that damn club is Chicago had ridden him of any semblance of self-esteem. So he simply nodded and slowly pulled his hands away, knowing they’d run cold at that point.
“It can be though, being in the music industry. Especially rumors and stalkers can just break you. In Serbia everyone thinks I disappeared from earth. They’ll be surprised if I return for my newest album so.” He grins a bit. It was bad letting down fans, but breaking into houses wasn’t thebest thing to do to show love to your idol, it’s just wrong. Especially when they pushed his mother – that was just too much for Milan. He had to leave.
Milan just looks down at his mug, not knowing whatever to say at this moment. All he thought of was his music; He still had to work hard to satisfied himself – He’s such a perfectionist when it’s about himself. Looks had to be there, he had to be pretty because of the standards of celebrities in Serbia. He had to push himself over the edge to get his notes right. Milan truly abused himself to get the perfection he wanted.
For a split second he looks up at the other and smiled brightly. He could see the pervious subject wasn’t something Ryuu enjoyed to talk about. Milan directly tried to light up the mood, as he started of. “I’m glad we bumped into each other. Maybe thankfully to you I’d be able to make music here – at least play live, It means a lot to me. Let me treat you for that someday? I can cook or we can go to a restaurant. Anything you like.” All he hopes right now is that it won’t come out odd or too stalkish. Ryuu just seem like a cool person and someone who’d be a great friend. And yeah, Goodlooking too. It’s fun to be close to a goodlooking person Milan guessed.
“You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it. But You seem cool so. I won’t mind bumping into you a few more times.” He chuckles quietly.
