How Green Becomes Wood

Rose nodded, "Now that I don't have much to say about. My mam and dad are just very normal. They've never done anything quite like this, either. But it's good to feel trusted in something meaningful. It shows how much you mean to the people who asked and how much they trust you."
 
Alec smiled shyly at Rose. "They trust you, too. Ba thinks very highly of you, you know. You impress him, which you know is not easy to do!" He gave his fingers one last stretch. Shall we go impress everyone even further?"
 
"Thank you, although your father is just my friend. I don't need my friends to be impressed by me," She told him. Dark was someone she liked a lot and admittedly admired, but she didn't stand in constant awe of him. He was just her friend. She admired Art, too. Literally, she looked up at Dark, but didn't consider him a role model, so any trust he placed in her didn't mean nearly as much.

Then they went to the dance hall, where all the guests had by then moved to in preparation of the first dance and the actual party of the evening.
 
Alec looked at her for a moment, completely bewildered. How on earth could that not mean anything to her? It was Mr. G. M. Dark, for heaven's sake! Not to mention, the only people he really, truely cared about impressing were his friends. Yes, he enjoyed impressing people who weren't his friends and still got a thrill from it, but it wasn't nearly as important as impressing the people who already knew him. Rose's statement was the exact opposite of everything he desired. It made no sense. None at all.

He shook himself and drew up his smile, placing his metephorical "performing mask" on securely. It was time! Only, for this event, he needed to be a bit more reserved than usual. He followed Rose out and made certain his keyboard was set up properly. Then he glanced at her, following her lead.
 
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