From what he’d heard, they would be playing some songs that Luka wrote, which interested Adrien. Although Adrien thought Poulenc’s music was nice, he was more looking forward to Kitty Section’s performance. The festival organizers seemed to be struck with a sort of mania for Poulenc, piling on more of his compositions to be showcased. Lately, Gabriel had been setting Adrien’s alarm to the music of Francis Poulenc, particularly the composer’s Trois mouvements perpetuels and Piano Concerto in C-sharp minor, both of which Adrien would be performing at the upcoming music festival. Last week, they’d gone to a food festival, and the two of them had had a blast navigating the unfamiliar terrain. He would need to be home no later than 6:30, he’d be finished with dinner by 7:00 at most, and be in his pajamas, teeth brushed, and in bed by 7:30.Īfter he’d started dating Kagami, Adrien had convinced his father to allow him to set aside time for taking Kagami places - to the movies, on walks, to the art museum. If his father was in a good mood (which he never was), then Adrien might be allowed to spend the time from 4:45 to 6:00 with his friends.
Fencing lessons would end at 4:00, and he’d be expected home by 4:15, spending the next half hour or so on the piano. School would be over by 3:00 if it was a Monday, Wednesday, or Friday, Adrien would then spend the next hour honing his fencing skills, which actually a high point of the day, seeing as he got to do it with Kagami. On a rare occasion, Nathalie would eat breakfast with him, though she was usually busy with overseeing ad designs and preparing press releases or whatever. Whenever Adrien and his father did have breakfast together, it was always uncomfortable and silent, unless Gabriel decided to grill him on his tightly kept schedule. Breakfast was always a lonely affair his father, having awoken an hour before Adrien, would’ve finished breakfast already, and if not, he would be eating in his study or his bedroom or wherever. He would be showered and dressed by 7:15, finishing breakfast by 7:30 or 7:45, and at school by 8:00.
The sound of Adrien’s alarm was never decided by Adrien himself. His alarm would wake him up at 7:00 on the dot, and it would either be set to some classical music his father had chosen for him or a random song of Plagg’s choosing. A day in the life of Adrien Agreste would normally go over like this:
0 kommentar(er)
