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The Musician	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2 - Meeting Blackburn

Hannah ran hard. For three blocks, she ran as fast as her feet could carry her. If her memory served her right, there was a police station some where around here. She took a deep breath, calming herself. She didn't need to go crazy right now. Looking both ways she smiled in relief as she saw the sign for the station.

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Her violin was trashed. It couldn't have happened at a worse time. Opening night for the symphony's winter season was ten days away. She should have been practicing, but at 3 in the afternoon the day after her violin bit the dust, all she could do was stare woefully into her cappuccino. She didn't know what she was going to do.

Someone slipped into the seat across from her and her eyes flew to her new companion. It was the man who had saved her from the speeding car. Her back stiffened and she leaned back, away from the man. He was strikingly handsome, but she had no idea who he could be.

"Are you following me?"

The man chuckled and shook his head. Waving over the waitress, he ordered a latte with soymilk. Turning back to Hannah, he crossed his hands on the table in front of him. "Actually, I live just around the corner. I just saw you through the window as I was passing by."

She nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "Likely story." She looked over the rim of her cup, laughter dancing in her eyes. He grinned.

"Well, it's good that I ran into you. I've been trying to track you down all day."

"Why? How could you possibly track me down in a city as large as this one?"

He didn't say a word, just reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Flicking it across the table at Hannah, she picked it up. It was a sheet of the Mozart piece from the symphony.

"Did you pick this up after I left?" He nodded. "Thank you, for you help. I know I didn't say anything last night. I left a little early. I had to get to the police station."

He nodded again. "That's no problem. You know, I'm glad I could help. It would have been a tragedy if someone as beautiful as you were to get hurt." She blushed down to her roots, and looked away. She wasn't used to people complimenting her. They both fell to silence, until the man's drink arrived. Hannah watched his as he took a deep sip. He was so god damned familiar.

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He could feel her eyes on his body. She was watching him. He wondered if she recognized him. It was so hard to step outside without being mobbed. Not he he was complaining, it just made relationships a bitch. The woman sighed. Orlando raised his eyes, and caught her gaze. She blushed again, before looking away. He looked down at the books and papers scattered around her in a half-circle on the small table. It looked like music and Anne Rice. Picking up the book closest to him, he flipped it over and read the back. 'Hmmm, Pandora. A mystery. Just like her.'

She was looking at him again. He challenged her gaze, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry." She shifted uncomfortably on her seat. "You just look so familiar. Are you a musician?" He shook his head woefully. Now, she'd go crazy, he was sure. That's what always happened when women found out. Damn long blond hair.

Squinting her eyes, she leaned a little closer. "Can you do me a favor?" He nodded. "Can you ask me what it's like, with a god awful southern accent?"

Orlando's jaw dropped. A southern accent? What the fuck for? He obliged though, and asked her what it's like. She gasped, a hand flying to her mouth as her eyes widened. "Blackburn!"

She started to laugh at his surprised expression. No one in England ever said anything about Black Hawk Down. It was always "Oh Legolas this!" and "Oh Legolas that!" He was relieved though, that she had at least recognized the *real* character.

"I loved that movie! I cried when you fell by the way." It was like an opened floodgate. The woman started to gush for five minutes about the movie. Orlando nodded politely, getting the feeling that he was being sucked in by a fangirl. A cell phone rang among the bunch of papers scattering the table. "Excuse me. I need to answer this." She smiled at him and flipped the phone open. "Hello, this is Hannah."

'So her name is Hannah.' Orlando listened as her low, southern-toned voice rolled through the area. She was talking excited now, and the small bookworm violinist that he had assumed she was at first disappeared. The woman there now was smiling and laughing into the phone. Orlando watched her. She carelessly toyed with a strand of her long, dark chestnut brown hair and her stormy gray eyes danced. She was talking about a violin. From her end of the conversation, Orlando perceived that she had found a replacement violin. She gave the caller on the other end a true smile and what a beautiful smile. Her delicate features came alive.

"Sorry. That was my first chair. They found a violin I can use until I can scrapgethgether the insurance money on the the that was broken. I'm going to the practice hall now so I can pick it up." She pushed her chair back, shuffling her things together and stuffing them into the backpack he hadn't seen before. Standing, she took one last drink of cappuccino. "I'm sorry I have to run. It's very nice of you to be concerned, and I was very glad to meet you . . . " She paused and Orli realized that he hadn't even told her his name.

"Orlando." She smiled and nodded.

"Well Orlando. It was great to meet you and perhaps we'll run into each other again." He stoond wnd waited for her to make her exit before sitting back down. What an interesting woman. The waitress behind the counter was pointing at him and whispering to her friend. Orlando brought a hand up to his face, trying to hide it. 'Damn long blond hair.' He looked at the table, and noticed Hannah's cell phone She had left it.

He pulled out a few bills and thrhem hem on the table. Grabbing the cell phone and his coat, he dashed after the musician.

The streets were crowded and cold, even though the sun was making an uncharacteristic appearance. He didn't see her anywhere. Running a hand through his hair, he frowned. A cell phone was not something to lose. He sighed. Should he go to police or maybe see if there's a number in the cell phone. He decided against the latter. That would be such an invasion of privacy. Something she said rang in his head. 'I'm going down to the practice hall now . . . ' A plan started to form in his head and he signaled for a taxi.

Chapter 3 - Score One for Blondie . . .

Hannah pushed joyously into the practice room where her students were waiting for her. The violin in her hands was of a much better quality than she had first hoped when Michael had called her. This beautiful instrument was about 100 years old . . . a true gem of its time, and it played like an angel. Three fresh young impressionable faces smiled at her behind their music stands. Monica, Jennifer, and Sarah. Triplets with an amazing talent and near perfect pitch. They had hit the gold mine of the gene pool.

Monica, the tallest by a few inches and the older of all three, bowed in respect. "Good day Hannah. Is that a new violin?"

Hannah nodded, and signaled for the girl to relax. "Yeah, I had a bad run-in with a man last night and my poor Garret bit the dust." She frowned comically before taking her stance behind the sister. "Did everyone practice the adagio that I gave you to work on last week?" They all nodded dutifully and she smiled. Work should not be this easy. "Alright then, let's hear it."

They took up their positions and started at a faster pace than intended. Hannah waved them slower and listen to the music. They were coming along nicely. A sour note popped out and a frown crinkled Hannah's brow. "That's an F natural Jennifer, not a sharp."

The girl in question merely bowed in deeper concentration. They were towards the end, about eight measures away, when a knock came at the door. Telling them to continue, Hannah went to the door and opened it.

She was not expecting Orlando to be standing there, with a goofy grin on his face and her cell phone in hand. Her eyes went wide and she quickly silenced his loud greeting with a curt wave of her hand. Shaking her head, she pointed to the backs of the three girls and Orlando nodded, understanding completely.

The piece was finished with a flair, a long run of chromatic notes, that required almost double bowing. Hannah watched, with a smile on her face, as the four-year students mastered it, and finished to near perfection.

They turned, looking over their shoulders at Orlando and Hannah.

Hannah watched as their eyes went wide, and their jaws dropped open. She heard Orlando utter something akin to "Fuck." Before her students went into a peal of giggles and screaming.

"LEGOLAS! Legolas!" They practically ran the three feet between the stands and the door and mobbed the man with her cell phone. Hannah didn't understand. What the fuck was going on.

"Girls, girls. Stop, right now. Stop harassing. What the hay are you doing?"

It was Sarah who answered her. "You didn't tell us you knew Orlando Bloom." Hannah could see stars drifting from their eyes.

"Who I know is none of your concern. Return to your places, right now." She mentally groaned as the image of a stern, English schoolmarm came to mind. God, she was turning into her mother. Her students, as much as they complained and moaned about it, resumed their positions by their stands.

Hannah pulled Orlando out into the hall. They stood in silence for a second. She looked at him expectantly. "Yes?" It came out sounding a little harsher than she had intended, but he just laughed.

"You left your cell phone. I tracked you down, yet again, to return it to you."

She stared at him dumbfounded.

"Your cell phone? El phono du cell?" He waved the piece of purple and blue plastic in front of her face. "You call people on it."

"Are you sure you aren't stalking me? You know, that's not a nice thing to do."

He laughed richly, his eyes crinkling in merriment. "No. Not stalking, just following. You said something about practicing, and if you play in the Symphony, there's really only one place to go. Here."

"Ohhh, okay. Right." She chuckled. "Thanks again. It seems like I'm saying thank you a lot to you lately."

"That's quite alright. I'm just glad to be of service." He bowed gallantly, and she laughed before stopping herself.

"Hey, I can't let those demons run loose with precious instruments for long. I have to finish my lesson."

He nodded, looking up and down the corridor. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. Hannah didn't know what he was doing, but it looked like he was trying to make a decision. "Yeah. Hey, do you think that maybe we could go get something to eat? After your lesson of course."

Her eyes widened. That was not what she was expecting him to do. She wasn't expecting to be asked out be Private First Class Blackburn. She mentally kicked herself. Blackburn was a character. And he didn't have the same rebel look that Orlando had. Strange things that movie do to a person's appearance.

"Sure. I guess."

"Don't sound so excited!" He laughed low and she smiled with him. "How about I meet you at that café in about an hour? Is that enough time for your lessons?"

Hannah nodded and smiled lethargically. "Yeah. Plenty of time." From inside the room, there was a loud squawk; the sound of someone purposefully trying to sound bad. "I better go. They're getting antsy."

Orlando nodded, backing up. "Alright then. See ya in a bit." He smiled, and turned to go.

"Yeah, in a bit." Hannah watched him go before turning and going back into the practice room.

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Orlando was elated. Hannah was great. She had been on time for their 'date', as he liked to think of it, and was all smiles for him. They bantered back and forth for a half an hour before even bothering to order food.

They had nothing in common practically, and the conversation was spicy.

"Are you joking? The US team is sooo much better than Man. U. We've won titles and series and lots of trophies." Hannah rambled on, counting off the positive sides of the US soccer team to the amused face of Orlando.

Orli found himself watching her as she spoke. She was quite animated with her hands and her facial features. There was always something moving with her. He shook his head. The girl had no taste in sports teams.

"Man. U. has won plenty of titles too. They're great, the best in fact."

"Now that," she took a sip of her pop, emphasizing her point, "is a matter of opinion my dear Orlando."

He chuckled. She had a great sense of humor. The fell to silence before Hannah's face lit up again with a thought. "Hey, why were my students all over you earlier? I hardly think that they've seen or would even enjoy Black Hawk Down."

He smiled into his own drink. "Have you ever seen The Fellowship of the Ring or The Two Towers?"

"Once each, with my best friend."

"Do you remember the elf?"

"Blondie?"

Orlando winced. That was not one of his favorite nicknames that he had picked up on the set. Though in all good fun, he had been teased by his fellow actors mercilessly. Especially Liv. Stupid long blond hair.

"Why?" He looked back up at her. Surely she couldn't be that blind. Cocking his head to one side, he raised an eyebrow, just waiting for her to make the connection.

Now that the idea was planted in her head, she was quick to catch on. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes went wide. "Oh my God! That was you! Blondie!" She laughed as if making a great discovery.

"Yeah, that was me. Legolas."

"Legless? I didn't ever catch his name."

"No, Legolas. You know, Lego my ego? Legolas." He pronounced it out for her, but she didn't seem to notice. She was too busy laughing it up.

"Blondie. That's so fu"
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Orlando was starting to get mad. Damn long blond hair. Always taking away. Her hand shot out and she ruffled his mildly short black hair. "I think I like this better. The blond hair was cute, but I can't abide a man with hair longer than mine."

Orli chuckled. He was suddenly very glad for the mob of black hair that he had managed after shaving it repeatedly. He had a funny-shaped head and was pretty self-conscious about going bald in BHD. The mohawk for LOTR was cool, but he preferred a whole head of hair.

"Yeah. Much easier than the blond hair. Just roll out of bed in the morning. Thankfully, it's wavy so it always looks messy." They both laughed.

Hannah finished her sandwich and after wiping her mouth, glanced at the clock on the wall. "Hey, I gotta fly. Practice in an hour and I haven't been home for a few hours. Gotta check my fish." Smiling wryly, she rose and pulled on her coat.

"Can I call you?"

She paused and looked down at Orlando. After a momentary pause, she pulled out a pen and scribbled down some numbers for him on a napkin. "Any time after eight PM or before 10 AM. I should be home."

He pocketed the paper. "Thanks, this was fun. I enjoyed myself."

She smiled. "Me too. Just give me a call. K?" He nodded and she turned, but not before giving him a warm smile and a wave.

Orlando waved back, a grin plastered across his face. Taking the number back out, he ld atd at the paper. Her number glared happily back at him and he grinned bigger. Score one for the Blondie.
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