Fanboy!Shane Hollander/Pianist!Ilya Rozanov（Heated Rivalry） Music is their love language. Ilya learn piano at 3, stop at 7 and start hockey but then drop hockey start piano again when Irina died. 1991 birth same month 1996 5 =Shane learn piano, also Ilya 2003 12 Irina died=Ilya start piano again 2008 17 meet=Shane saw first concert of Rozanov 2009 18 gym=Rozanov tour 2010 19 first hook up=meet at VIP backstage, love at first sight. 2011 20 =Rozanov talk about Irian at talk show. They bump into each other at bathroom and exchange contact. Shane start to play with finger. ♪Listening: Schumann Träumerei, Kinderszenen op. 15 - Scenes from Childhood 2012 21=Rozanov publish piano album, Shane didn't come, he has a hockey game. Ilya fell harder when recive the flower and card Shane send.
2013 22=Ilya held Masterclass. Ilya went to watch every hockey game. Wear Shane jersey. He is an awesome player to watch. 4:1 hat trick
: you chosse my piano musice as goal song. : how : No, I'm not. : You are. I can recognize my own piano.
2014 23 sochi & Las Vegas, builded cottage=Ilya back to Russia for family stuff and tird of same music, Shane start to play piano every time he think of Rozanov. Ilya went to watch Canada olympic game, news report it, but refused to see Shane. Shane talk to Lily. Ilya bring lilies to final game and Canada won.
2015 24 Shane won cup. =Coffee shop chat, won cup, record store.逛街戴眼鏡
2016 25 Shane won cup, tunamelt=Date but not a date. Shane found out who is Lily 2017 26 rose & cottage=meet Rose, a american pianist, Shane practise piano for Ilya. June Skip come out 裱框的擦手紙簽名，電話號碼反摺在背後 ：Nooo, Hollander, stop talking abput your ex girlfriend. : She os my piano teacher. : I could be your piano teacher. : Youre nationally pianist, you won't be a piano teacher. : I am a nationally pianist, of course I can be piano teacher. : It will be a waste. : If I mentor a genius. Will not be a waste. : I am a piano novice, not a genius. : youre hockey genius, of course will be a piano geniis. ♪Listening: Tchaikovsky: Children's Album, Op. 39: No. 21, Sweet Dreams clara schumann romance op 11 no 2 參考：Lang Lang on Tchaikovsky: 'Sweet Dreams' – Piano Book Encore Edition 2018 27 Ilya sign Centaurs=Rozanov publish new album, sweet dream Piano Duet ft. Shane
This fic was inspired by the prompt: You lose the ticket war every time and never manage to grab any merch, but your bias remembers you.
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Shane was deeply enamored with the Russian piano prodigy, Ilya Rozanov.
At the age of five, Yuna had started Shane on piano lessons. By eight, however, he had found his true passion on the ice and never touched the piano again. It wasn't until he was seventeen that his girlfriend at the time dragged him to a debut concert for a rising new pianist.
From that day on, Shane became obsessed with the sound of Ilya Rozanov's piano. Yet, ever since that very first concert, he had seemingly been cursed, never again managed to snag a single ticket on his own.
The Russian pianist Rozanov had become an overnight sensation following his first public performance in North America. With his striking looks and a muscular physique that nearly strained the seams of his tuxedo, he charmed audiences with an accent that masked his clumsy English grammar. Beneath his explosive and raw technique, however, lay a sound that was crystal clear, fragile, and profoundly lonely.
When Shane was eighteen and Rozanov was starting his North American tour, Shane earned himself a nickname within the fandom: "The #1 Fan Who Can Never Get a Ticket". It was a title he won after live-streaming his five-hour struggle on social media, frantically switching between three computers only to end up empty-handed once again.
Despite this, the "pitiful #1 Fan" never missed a single one of Rozanov's performances. This was entirely thanks to kind-hearted netizens who took pity on him and transferred their tickets. To Shane, who earned a massive annual salary playing professional hockey, the cost was a mere drop in the bucket. He didn't feel a thing.
The grand finale of Rozanov's North American tour was set to be held at the Maison Symphonique in Montreal, marking his return to the very stage where he first rose to fame.
As the online ticket window slammed shut, Shane sent out another post, once again waiting for someone to spare a ticket for the "pitiful #1 fan". Five minutes later, he received a DM.
Jane🎹DM ME ROZ TIX
@RozNo1Fan
I won't be able to see Roz's final concert
Lost ticket war AGAIN😭
2010
lily81
L You have delivery address? Give.
J I'm sorry, who is this? And why exactly do you need my address?
L You want ticket, yes?
J Wait... a ticket? For what?
J WAIT. Are you saying you have a ticket for Rozanov's final concert?!
L Yes. Address, give now.
J Oh my goodness, hold on. First, how much are you asking for it? And second, which seating area is it?
L You ask too many things. No need to pay. It is VIP. Yes?
J YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
J How did you even get that? Nobody ever transfers VIP tickets! And I'm sorry, but I really only buy through legal channels.
L Now you start to annoy me. Do you want to see his concert, no?
J OF COURSE I DO! It's just... I'm a bit overwhelmed. Where did this ticket come from?
L I have my ways. It is legal. I promise.
Shane had never sat in the VIP section before. Even managing to find front-row seats was usually a feat in itself. Scammer or not, Shane was willing to take the gamble on this "Lily".
His wish was granted. An authentic concert ticket arrived at his rental mailbox. He made it to the venue, passed through validation and security, and found himself sitting in a goddamn VIP seat for Ilya Rozanov's final North American tour performance!
Lily hadn't even charged him a cent, only reminding him to bring a bouquet. That went without saying. Ever since his second concert (excluding the one he attended with his ex-girlfriend), Shane had brought a meticulously chosen bouquet of lilies every single time, without exception.
As the performance concluded, thunderous applause erupted instantly. Rozanov rose, faced the audience, and bowed twice. His gaze lingered on the crowd for a long time before he finally walked off stage. Shane didn't want to be delusional, but tonight, he allowed himself to believe that Rozanov was looking directly at him. His palms stung from clapping. The ovation lasted for several minutes.
Then, Shane's phone vibrated.
L You enjoy?
L The concert.
J YES!! Oh my god, YES!!! Thank you so, so much. I really thought I wouldn't make it! 😭
J Were you there too? I'd really love to thank you in person!
L No need. And yes... I were there.
J Did you enjoy it too? Rozanov was absolutely incredible, wasn't he?!
L I enjoy what I enjoy.
L You know... VIP can go backstage. You want?
J OMG, I had no idea! I didn't know that was included! Thank you for telling me. Oh my god... I'm actually going to meet him!
L You bring flowers?
J YES, OF COURSE! I always bring flowers for him. 💐
L Good.
L See you soon.
Shane was clueless about the meaning of Lily's "See you soon." Perhaps she was just another fan, or maybe a member of the crew. It would explain how she got her hands on a VIP ticket. Although Lily hadn't asked for a face-to-face thank you, Shane felt that if he could just recognize her in the crowd, he would be eternally grateful.
The backstage corridor was already packed. It was the grand finale of the North American tour, and Rozanov had yet to announce his next schedule. To Shane's surprise, Rozanov was much warmer with his fans than in his press interviews. He greeted everyone, accepted every gift and bouquet, and even signed autographs.
God, autographs! Shane hadn't expected to make it backstage and had completely forgotten to bring an album. He was kicking himself, though seeing Rozanov in person was already far beyond his expectations.
A beautiful woman with curly brown hair kept staring at Shane from across the hall. Her gaze wasn't uncomfortable, rather, it was a testing look, as if she recognized him. Perhaps she was a hockey fan?
"Lilies?"
Shane followed her gaze down to the bouquet in his hands and gave a shy smile. "Ah, yes. I've always thought they suited him. I pick lilies every time."
While many fans saw Rozanov as a passionate, fiery red rose, Shane felt a sense of nobility and purity brewing beneath his piano—something akin to a lily. He had never shared these thoughts with anyone, and the sudden realization made him feel unexpectedly bashful.
"So you really did get the ticket," the woman said with a meaningful smile, extending her hand. "You must be Jane. Nice to meet you."
Shane's eyes widened. "What—"
Shane never wanted to draw extra attention to himself as both an MHL player and a pianist fan. Combined with Rozanov's massive female fanbase, choosing a female name like "Jane" for his account had been a safe choice. But he never expected to be caught. How on earth did she—
"Wait, how did you—" Then, Shane caught a glimpse of the staff badge on her chest. Sudden realization hit him like a lightning bolt. "Are you Lily?!" He beamed, grabbing her hand with his free one, completely oblivious to her stuttered attempt to deny it. "Oh my god! Thank you so much for the ticket! I thought I was done for this time, and a VIP seat on top of that! I never dreamed I'd actually get to sit in VIP, and be able to—"
"You two seem to be having a lovely chat."
Shane whirled around. Ilya Rozanov was standing right beside him. When did he get there? Startled, Shane let go of the staff's hand, his excited chatter coming to a grinding halt.
Ilya was dressed in a tailored black suit. A small diamond brooch sparkled on his satin peak lapels, paired with a slim black tie over a crisp white shirt and polished patent leather shoes. His golden-brown curls were swept back, though a few stray strands, messy from the intensity of the performance, now fell across his forehead. His sharp, pale blue eyes were fixed intently on Shane.
Shane was struck speechless by the sheer magnetism of the man.
"Ilya," the curly-haired staffer spoke up.
"Svetlana." Ilya didn't turn toward her. Instead, he kept his eyes on Shane. "You aren't bullying my fan, yes?"
"Why would I bully 'your dear Jane'?" Svetlana slid over to Shane's side, facing Ilya with a smirk before whispering into Shane's ear, "You must have a lot to say to Ilya, don't you, Jane?"
Panicked, Shane thrust the bouquet toward Ilya. "Uh, I—these are for you."
Ilya accepted them immediately. Shane tried his best to ignore the sensation of Ilya's fingers brushing against the back of his hand. Ilya looked down at the flowers, his gaze lingering on them for a long time. When he finally looked back up at Shane, his expression was one of genuine surprise.
Shane couldn't help but bite his lip. His thoughts were racing like Chopin's Etude Op. 25 No. 11, a torrential storm of words crashing in his mind.
Shane took a sharp breath as if he were about to suffocate. The pianist and the staff member both froze, staring at him in stunned silence. Suddenly, Shane felt a metaphorical piano string snap in his brain.
"I'm looking forward to your next concert!" He blurted out the words, then turned on his heel and bolted out of the backstage corridor.
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