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•Yuuri's Perspective•

Piano. All I ever do is play the piano. When I started playing it was just for fun, a way to relax after a long day at work. But now this is my work, my passion, my entire life. From the moment I wake up I get a cup of coffee and sit at the baby grand in my living room. I write music for professional dancers, figure skaters, and even other musicians. I try and incorporate as much emotion into my pieces as what is in the actual performance. I don't have time to play the piano for myself anymore, well, I don't have time to do anything for myself anymore. Between meeting with the performers the pieces are intended for and actually composing them, I'm lucky if I even have any time to sleep.

•Yurio's Perspective•

Today's the day. The day Yakov finally let's me choose my own music. But of course, he still has to have some control so he chose the composer. Apparently the man is from Japan, and only moved to Russia a couple years back for work. Now, Yakov won't let me go alone, he has to stay with the other skaters so Viktor is going with me. I guess I can't blame him, who would let a fifteen year old boy go to meet with some strange man (even if he is a world famous composer).

•No one's Perspective•

"Viktor come on old man, I don't wanna be late",Yurio complained sitting in the passenger seat of Viktor's car. Viktor chuckled as he got in the car "someone's excited for this meeting".

"Shut up old man and drive" Yurio spat back, looking out the windows. Viktor and Yurio sat in silence for the remainder of the hour long car ride. "Alright Yurio we're here" Viktor said as he parked the car and went to get out.

"This is where he lives, what was this friend of yours name anyway?", Yurio asks looking up to the apartment building once he's out of the car. "Yup this is where Yuuri lives" Viktor replied looking over to Yurio. Viktor and Yurio walked into the building and to the elevator, "what floor is he on?" Yurio questions looking at the buttons on the elevator. "He's on the fifth floor" Viktor answers.

•Yuuri's Perspective•

Viktor and Yurio will be here in a couple minutes, I better get ready. I get up from the piano with a sigh and go to my bedroom to get cleaned up. I take a quick shower, and decide on wearing nice jeans and a white button up. I walk out of my bedroom and clean up the takeout containers littering the floor. 'I better pick up some of my music she-' my thought was caught off by a loud knock. "Coming!" I yell as I run and trip over the coffee table in my attempt to reach the door.

I make it to the door, and run my hand over my black hair to keep it down, before opening it. "Hello Viktor, and you must be Yurio" I said holding my hand out to the blond male with a smile.

●Yurio's Perspective●

This is the idiot who'll be writing my piece? He looks like hell, he has dark circles under his eyes and on top of that his eyes look to be bloodshot. "Nice to meet you Mr. Katsuki" I took his hand eyeing him skeptically after Viktor elbowed me in the ribs.

"Come in and sit down so we can discuss this" Yuuri motioned for Viktor and I to follow him to the couch. Once we were all settled I noticed some music sheets sticking out of a folder on the coffee table.

As Viktor told Yuuri what my program's theme was I looked around the apartment, it seemed like this Yuuri guy never left his home. He had a few takeout containers on the dining table, and a few articles of clothing on the floor in random areas.

Now you might be wondering why I'm not in the conversation, well it may be my program but unfortunately Viktor has the last say in the matter.