[center][color=seagreen][h1]Drake[/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/deMkjo0.png[/img]

[color=greenyellow][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/MzbZEo0.png]Black/Green Coat[/url], Black Dress Pants, and Black Shoes
[color=greenyellow][b]Time:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Morning of the 25th[/color] 
[color=greenyellow][b]Location:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Edwards Estate[/color]
[color=greenyellow][b]Mentions:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Everyone present at the party][/color][/color]

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Drake waved his hand at the offer to join the man with his guests. [color=greenyellow]”I would love to keep you all company at present. But I actually have something to tend to…I just wanted to make sure all is well. Do give Charlotte my best wishes, though. I think I caught wind of what she gave me and I -”[/color] He paused for a moment in appreciation. [color=greenyellow]”I am very thankful.”[/color] He bowed towards the man and walked off towards the stage setup near the end of the garden.

On his way there he managed to bump into three lady servants serving cocktails. While it would normally be ill-advised to partake in drink so soon before a performance, Drake could scarcely hold his nerves together. He gestured towards them and gave a bow as he reached for a cocktail. [color=greenyellow]”Oh you three are life-savers. I am rather shaken by the upcoming performance and might need a slight bit of liquid courage to stave the nerves.”[/color] The man swigged a good portion of the cocktail before letting out a sigh. Immediately he felt a strong kick to his throat as the alcohol slipped down his throat and he stifled a minor cough from the pure strength of the drink he just consumed. There was no odd taste, yet he felt like this was quite the potent mixture he just drank. Nonetheless, he smiled at the three ladies. [color=greenyellow]”Oh thank you three very much. Erica, Vanessa, and Yellenia right? You three deserve a break from my mother’s antics. I’m sure she’s had you running around all day - so please help yourself to some of the food being prepared. Tell them I said it was okay.”[/color]

He gave them a bow, albeit slightly shaken, and stood up to walk back towards the stage. Once there, he read over the sheet music once more. [color=greenyellow][i]Gah. Why can’t I focus? Surely I am not so anxious that I cannot even see straight?[/i][/color] He shook his head and gave his cheeks a light tap - his vision clearing in the moment. Once he gave it another once over, he placed it to the side and picked up the wrapped up sheet music that Charlotte had given him. It was a rather nice piece - something calm and serene, and thankfully short. He felt like if he was any longer he would forget half the notes before he made it back on stage. It was a rather large gamble to pull such a stunt - but for one reason or another he was feeling rather adventurous.

Drake made his way onto the stage amidst the bustling crowd. Once he placed the sheet music onto the piano stand he waved his hands to the crowd and gave a big bow towards the party-goers. 

[h2][color=greenyellow]”Dearest friends, guests, gentlemen, ladies, and everything not classified. I welcome you to this fine celebration put on by my loving family in commemoration of my Name Day.”[/color][/h2]

He gestured towards the table where his Mother sat, and then towards his Father and Ariella.

[h2][color=greenyellow]”To you all I cannot thank you enough for making me feel like something of a somebody on this beautiful day.”[/color][/h2]

Once he had grabbed their attention he made his way to the piano and kept his voice projected, yet still moderately quiet as to not jar anyones eardrums before the performance. [color=greenyellow]”I hope you enjoy this performance of Clair de Luna - and may you all have a beautiful day.”[/color] Once the sound had quieted down enough, his fingers hit the keys with grace and precision.

[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGJPVl7iQUM[/url]

As the final notes filled the air - Drake could scarcely believe he had made it to the end of the performance with little hiccups. The man felt his head beginning to spin ever so slightly - but he pushed on. Turning to the crowd, he shouted out once more, more boisterously than before.

[h2][color=greenyellow]”And this next piece is a surprise one - gifted to me by a special someone. A spectacular person by the name of Charlotte Vikena. Thank you for blessing me with such a fine gift on such a fine day, milady.”[/color][/h2]

Perhaps in a wiser state of mind, he would have elaborated, but he chose to end it there, and began the next piece.

[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJGTrULrdUY[/url]

The notes hung in the air - a little shakier of a performance this time around but Drake felt like he more or less nailed it. Which was a miracle given how little time he had to prepare it. The lord stood up and faced the audience with a smile. He waved his hand and looked from left to right before taking an overenthusiastic bow. But that is when things would finally go wrong for the young lord. All the sensations that he had managed to ignore, whether through adrenaline or tolerance, had come washing to his head all at once. It proved to be too much - and so Drake in all his glory took a tumble off the stage, careening into the clearing in front of the tables that were closest to the stage.

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