The #1 fan always losing ticketing war #3

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沒有預期大家這麼喜歡，所以這篇變成當我有靈感的時候會更新，希望你們喜歡🙌

可能OOC。可能沒有遵照原作時間軸。可能有些場景、台詞與情節以另一種方式呈現。

Shane POV

沒有任何生活會比Rozanov的北美巡迴演奏會結束後，更了無生趣的了，除了冰球，至少Shane還有冰球。

新的冰球賽季開打，Shane把全部的精力都投注在訓練、進球數與爭奪獎盃，但是下冰後，他仍會觀看Rozanov的每一則採訪、下載每一張專訪照片以及收藏每一個網址，他會將網頁印下來收在塑膠文件夾裡，以防萬一那些網頁某天突然"Not Found 404"。所以他當然會購買實體周邊，雖然技術上來說，他是從轉賣商或跟其他網友那裡買來的，因為Shane的「輸掉搶票戰爭」詛咒已經延伸到「輸掉搶周邊戰爭」了。幸好，他的球隊合約續約了，足夠讓他贏下所有拍賣競標。

Shane每次都會發文分享他千辛萬苦的「尋寶」，大部分的Rozanov粉絲會恭喜他，互相交流網購經驗，但是Shane唯一頻繁互動的人，仍然只有綽號Lily的工作人員Svetlana。

Jane🎹Post-tour void

@RozNo1Fan

我終於拿到Roz剛出道得到Tchaikovsky大獎後的那期專訪雜誌了

我找這本骨董，找了好久😭💕

International Piano

Lily @Lily81

L I could send them to you.

L The magazine.

J What? You mean International Piano?

J Thanks, but it's all good. I can buy those myself. Besides, I found this one on eBay. It's brand new and still wrapped!

L I can send you brand new ones too. Every magazine.

J Better not! You'll explode my mailbox. 😂

J And treasure hunt on eBay is half the fun.

L Boring.

J Hey! I'm just enjoying as a Roz fan.

L Enjoy buying everything with his face on? boring.

L Why so much trouble? Just go see him.

J I CAN'T. I'm literally rotting away because there's no news about any concert.

"Lily"有時候講話挺失禮的，Shane總是無法將這個Lily跟那個棕色捲髮的Svetlana做聯結。她總是慷慨表示能寄送更多Rozanov周邊給他，雖然每個提議都非常很吸引人，但Shane不想要因為結識工作人員就得到特殊待遇，他始終覺得這樣很不公平。

J I CAN'T. I'm literally rotting away because there's no news about any concert.

L Is Ottawa Arts Centre far from Montreal?

J Maybe like a 2-hour drive.

L You like watching live talk show?

J I've seen plenty online, but I've never been to one live. Why do you ask?

正當Shane對Lily的提問感到困惑，他追蹤的Rozanov公關帳號推送一則貼文：Rozanov的第一次現場脫口秀將在Ottawa National Arts Center舉辦並公開演奏。天啊！而且是CBC電視台的The Current秀，Rozanov已經在加拿大出名到這種程度了嗎！

Shane立刻登入CBC網站，但是又一次的，他輸掉了搶名額戰爭。但這次是可以理解的，The Current的受眾很廣，又是CBC的知名脫口秀，內容嚴謹且富有內涵，而且更重要的是，免費入場。

J I've seen plenty online, but I've never been to one live. Why do you ask?

L Is talk show in Ottawa. You coming?

L Shane?

L Ten minutes passed. Where are you?

L Shane, you come to Ottawa Arts Centre talk show?

L One hour now. You go ticket war again?

L You win this time? Anyway, I think you lose, so I sent it already.

J Sorry, got caught up in other texts.

J YOU SENT WHAT?

L VIP lanyard with name Shane. I don't know your last name, but staff say it's fine.

J WHAT WHY

L VIP lanyard with your name on for easy enter talk show at Ottawa Art Centre. How many times I need repeat?

J I know what a VIP lanyard is, but WHY? I can get it myself.

L So you won?

J ...no

L Then good. Just use lanyard.

L Last time you say you accept VIP. And talk show is free, so no need pay.

J I guess I have no choice but to accept it?

L Yes. And don't forget go backstage this time. Bring lilies.

兩天後，Shane租用的郵箱確實收到The Current的貴賓入場掛牌以及一張CBC製作的邀請函，然後他也順利入場，工作人員核對了他的名字跟掛牌，沒多問便引導他就坐，而且座位在第一排。

第一排中間。

老天爺啊。幸虧Shane穿了他最時髦的西裝，通常只在冰球賽特別採訪才會穿上，他的座位周圍全是談論投資與預算的贊助商和政府官員。而Shnae卻坐在第一排中間。還沒有人認出他來，也沒有人向他搭話，或許是因為Shane坐定後就把臉埋進今天的演出簡介裡。

而Rozanov第一次參加現場脫口秀一如往常的完美，甚至更出色。主持人與Rozanov談論他的學琴經歷、參賽心得、影響他最深的人，談到了他17歲在加拿大首次演出後爆紅，以及這一年的北美巡演。Rozanov會時不時來到鋼琴前，親自彈奏他提及的旋律，再繼續與主持人小聊，最後他獻上一首從未在巡演中演奏過的舒曼。

不同於Rozanov巡演的選曲總以高超技巧及爆發力為主，在The Current演奏的Schumann的Scenes from Childhood (Op.15, No.7)的Dreaming充滿許多極弱音的拉伸，彷彿一縷煙細長地延伸，在呼吸之間發出嘆息，Shane不自覺地閉上雙眼，指尖靠在腿上輕點、滑動。

冬季時，加拿大的湖面總會結冰，戶外的厚雪不像冰球館的結構，因為白雪會吸收周遭所有迴音，冰刀劃過湖面的哨音只會停留在腳下。透藍的冰面留下細長的白色刀痕，在腳步變換的間歇一縷一縷地延伸──在呼吸之間發出嘆息。

當寂靜被掌聲打破時，Shane才睜開雙眼，Rozanov已經從鋼琴前起身，朝觀眾鞠躬，他抬起頭，目光與Shane交錯，而Shane的手指仍點在空氣琴鍵的最後一個小節上，喉嚨彷彿噎住了，逐漸痠疼。

Shane將水潑灑在臉上，雙手撐著洗手台檯面，洗手間迴盪著他的嘆氣聲。他這是怎麼了？Rozanov演奏的Dreaming彷彿抽離他的靈魂，即使觀眾席的掌聲結束，Shane似乎也沒能回神，他凝視著Rozanov進行二次鞠躬，他的雙手怎麼也無法舉到胸前鼓掌，然後他看著Rozanov與主持人草草致謝後離開舞台。Shane放在口袋裡的手機一直傳來震動，或許是"Lily"，或許後台的VIP見面時段已經結束了，因為Shane沒有氣力離開這裡而錯過了。

然後洗手間的門推開了，Shane低下頭望著洗手台，看著水珠滑進底部。他聽到腳步聲走向洗手臺，水龍頭轉開了，然後是水花聲，最後水龍頭關緊。

「你不喜歡今天的演奏。」濃厚的口音在他身旁響起。

Shane立刻看向聲音來源，「什──我很抱歉？」

「你沒有鼓掌，也沒有來後台。」Rozanov抽出擦手紙，然後轉向Shane，眉毛以沮喪姿態低垂，「我讓你失望了？」

為什麼Rozanov會出現在這裡？「不！絕對沒有！只是今天的演奏非常不一樣！」

「怎麼的不一樣？」Rozanov抿起嘴，下巴繃緊。

「這──」

「告訴我，我想聽。」他擦乾手，然後把擦手紙扔進垃圾桶。「我想知道我的頭號粉絲是怎麼看待今天的演奏。」

「我──」向自己喜歡的鋼琴家吐露心得簡直是審問。Shane抹了抹臉頰，他必須避開目光才能把話說好，「今天的選曲跟之前的巡演不一樣。」

Rozanov哼聲同意，Shane彷彿獲得許可般地繼續說，「舒曼的Dreaming比起你之前的選曲，是──是更輕柔，更私密，就像-像是只能窩在房裡獨自感受，但那應該要是一首安眠曲，應該要像滑冰一樣安穩地溜進夢裡。」

「滑冰？」

「對，呃，我、我閒暇的時候會滑冰，那對我來說就像那樣。」Shane搔了搔後腦杓，尷尬地揉著後頸，「但是，你的Dreaming跟我聽過的不一樣，那很──」

Shane反覆咀嚼措辭，詞彙卻像煙霧般從指縫間溜走，直到他終於抓住一小片即將融化的雪屑，捕捉那個讓他在聽完演奏後也無法回神的落差感。那種就像厚雪吸收了所有聲音的空蕩感，即使冰刀沉重地頓地，也沒有任何回音，沒有任何氣息──冰上寂寞地，只剩我。

「傷心？」Shane突然醒悟，他抬起頭，「你很傷心嗎？」

Rozanov眉頭緊蹙，下顎緊繃，他向後抽身。Shane看見他眼裡的拒絕，這才清醒，「我的天啊，我到底在說什麼！我甚至不是專業的，卻這樣評論你的音樂，請把剛才的話都忘掉！我非常喜歡你的音樂，我會繼續支持你！」

Shane正想迅速溜出洗手間，Rozanov卻伸手攔下他，「電話。」

「什麼？」

Rozanov嘟囔，迅速抽出擦手紙，接著從西裝內側拿出筆，在紙上潦草寫著，最後遞出那張擦手紙。Shane低頭看了一眼，Rozanov的簽名還有……一串號碼？電話號碼？

「簽名。」

「但這是──你的手機號碼？」Shane睜大雙眼。

「對。」

「不不不！我-我不能收下這個！」

「收下。你上次說想要我的簽名，不是嗎？」

「但我沒說想要你的電話號碼！」Shane突然拔高音量，Rozanov卻絲毫沒有退讓。

他聳聳肩「我們可以只是傳簡訊，我保證不會打電話。大概。」

「為什麼要傳簡訊！」Shane再次大聲驚呼。

「我想要聽粉絲的心得，我想要聽到更多你剛才的那些想法。收下，否則連簽名都沒了。」Rozanov捏住擦手紙的一端。

Shane卻突然不想鬆手，「我可能不會加這支號碼。」

「沒關係。收下。」

「我可能不會發送簡訊。」

「照你喜歡的做，但是收下。」

「如果你回傳了，我可能也不會保持聯繫。」

「我同意，你先收下。」

Shane咬住下唇，「好吧。」Rozanov鬆開手，露出得意的笑容，Shane的雙頰泛起熱度。

「今-今天的演奏真的很棒，我很抱歉沒能趕去後台，」然後Shane突然像是想起什麼似的，他從洗手台上撈起遺漏的花束，直接塞進Rozanov手裡，「百合！再見！」

Shane逃出了洗手間。

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為什麼Shane每次的退場方式都是逃跑 lol

I didn't expect everyone to like this so much! So, I will update this story whenever I have inspiration. I hope you enjoy it! 🙌

Characters might be OOC. The timeline might not follow the original story. Some scenes, dialogue, and plots might be presented in a different way.

Okay, let's go!

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Shane POV

Life felt totally empty after Rozanov's North American tour ended. The only thing Shane had left was hockey, at least there was that.

As the new season kicked off, Shane threw all his energy into training, scoring goals, and chasing trophies. But the second he was off the ice, he was back to watching every single interview, downloading every photo, and saving every link related to Rozanov. He even printed out the web pages and kept them in clear plastic sleeves, just in case they ever hit him with a "404 Not Found" error.

Naturally, he bought all the physical merch too. Well, technically he had to get them from resellers or other fans online, because Shane's curse of losing the "ticket war" had officially spread to losing the "merch war" as well. Luckily, his team renewed his contract, so he had enough cash to win every single auction.

Shane posted about his "treasure hunts" every time he scored something new. Most other Rozanov fans would congratulate him and swap shopping tips, but the only person Shane actually talked to a lot was still Svetlana, a staff member who went by the nickname "Lily".

Jane🎹Post-tour void

@RozNo1Fan

I finally scored the interview magazine from right after Roz won the Tchaikovsky Competition during his debut!

I've been hunting for this relic for literally forever 😭💕

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"Lily" can be pretty rude sometimes, and Shane seriously can't wrap his head around the fact that this "Lily" is the same person as Svetlana with the curly brown hair. She's always offering to send him extra Rozanov merch, and honestly, it's super tempting every time. But Shane doesn't want special treatment just because he knows someone on the staff. He's always felt like that would be totally unfair.

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Just as Shane was feeling confused by Lily's question, a notification popped up from the Rozanov PR account he followed: Rozanov's first live talk show was going to be held at the Ottawa National Arts Center, featuring a public performance.

It was actually for CBC's The Current. Had Rozanov really become that famous in Canada already? Shane immediately logged onto the CBC website, but once again, he lost the "war" for a spot. It was understandable this time, though. The Current has a massive audience and is one of CBC's most well-known talk shows, the content is professional and deep. More importantly, admission was free.

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Two days later, the VIP lanyard for The Current and a CBC invitation actually showed up in Shane's rented mailbox. He got in without any trouble, the staff checked his name and lanyard, then led him to his seat without asking a single question. And it was in the first row.

Front row center.

Luckily, Shane wore his sharpest suit, the one he usually only saves for special hockey interviews. He was surrounded by sponsors and government officials talking about investments and budgets, yet there he was, sitting right in the middle of the front row. No one recognized him or tried to talk to him yet, probably because he buried his face in the program the second he sat down.

Rozanov's first live talk show appearance was perfect as always, maybe even better. The host talked with him about his piano background, his thoughts on competitions, and the people who influenced him most. They covered how he went viral after his Canadian debut at seventeen and his North American tour. Every now and then, Rozanov would head over to the piano to play the melodies he was talking about before chatting more with the host. Finally, he performed a piece by Schumann that hadn't been played once on his tour.

Unlike his tour setlists, which were usually all about insane technique and power, his performance of "Dreaming" from Schumann's Scenes from Childhood (Op. 15, No. 7) was full of incredibly soft, stretched-out notes. It felt like a thin wisp of smoke reaching out, sighing between every breath. Shane subconsciously closed his eyes, his fingertips lightly tapping and sliding against his leg.

In the winter, Canadian lakes always freeze over. The thick snow outside is nothing like the setup of a hockey rink. The white snow absorbs every echo around it. The whistle of blades gliding across the lake stays right under your feet, leaving long, thin marks on the clear blue ice, stretching out strand by strand during every transition—sighing between every breath.

When the silence was finally broken by applause, Shane opened his eyes. Rozanov had already stood up from the piano and was bowing to the crowd. He looked up, and his eyes locked with Shane's. Shane's fingers were still tapping the last bar on an invisible keyboard, and his throat felt tight, starting to ache.

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Shane splashed water on his face, his hands gripping the edges of the sink. His heavy sighs echoed through the restroom. What was wrong with him? Rozanov's performance of Dreaming felt like it had literally pulled the soul right out of him. Even after the applause ended, Shane couldn't snap out of it. He had just stared as Rozanov took his second bow. He couldn't even bring his hands together to clap. Then, he watched Rozanov give a quick thanks to the host and disappear backstage.

Shane's phone kept vibrating in his pocket, maybe it was "Lily", or maybe the VIP session was already over because he didn't have the energy to leave the restroom.

Then, the restroom door pushed open. Shane kept his head down, watching water droplets slide into the drain. He heard footsteps approaching the sink next to him. The faucet turned on, water splashed, and then the faucet was shut tight.

"You do not like performance today," a thick accent rang out beside him.

Shane immediately looked up. "What—I'm sorry?"

"You no clap. You no come backstage." Rozanov pulled out a paper towel and turned toward Shane, his eyebrows drooping in a frustrated way. "I let you down?"

Why on earth was Rozanov here?! "No! Definitely not! It's just... the performance was so different today."

"How different?" Rozanov pursed his lips, his jaw tightening.

"Well—"

"Tell me. I want hear." He dried his hands and tossed the towel into the trash. "I want know what my top fan thinks of today."

"I—" Confessing his feelings to his favorite pianist felt like an interrogation. Shane rubbed his cheeks. He had to look away just to get the words out. "The music was different from the tour."

Rozanov hummed in agreement. Taking that as a green light, Shane kept going. "Schumann's Dreaming... compared to your usual stuff, it w-was softer. More private. Like something you're only supposed to feel alone in your room. It's a lullaby, right? It should feel steady, like skating into a dream."

"Skating?"

"Yeah. Uh, I... I skate in my free time. It felt like that to me." Shane scratched the back of his head, awkwardly rubbing his neck. "But your Dreaming wasn't like any version I've heard. It was so—"

Shane searched for the right words, but they kept slipping through his fingers like smoke. Finally, he caught a tiny piece of melting snow, capturing that hollow feeling that had left him dazed after the performance. It was like thick snow soaking up every sound. Even when his skates hit the ice with a heavy thud, there was no echo, no life. 

Just me, all alone on the ice.

"Sad?" Shane suddenly realized. He looked up. "Were you sad?"

Rozanov's brow furrowed, his jaw tensed, and he pulled back slightly. Shane saw the rejection in his eyes and immediately snapped to his senses. "Oh my god, what am I even saying! I'm not even a pro and I'm judging your music. Please, just forget everything I said! I love your music, seriously. I'll keep supporting you!"

Shane tried to bolt out of the restroom, but Rozanov reached out and blocked him. "Phone."

"What?"

Rozanov muttered something, grabbed another paper towel, and pulled a pen from inside his suit jacket. He scribbled something down and handed the towel over. Shane looked down. It was Rozanov's signature and... a string of numbers? A phone number?

"Signature."

"But is this... your phone number?" Shane's eyes went wide.

"Yes."

"No, no, no! I-I can't take this!"

"Take. You say last time you want signature, no?"

"But I didn't say I wanted your number!" Shane's voice went up an octave, but Rozanov didn't budge.

He shrugged. "We can just text. I promise no calling. Maybe."

"Why would we text?!" Shane yelled again.

"I want hear fan feedback. I want hear more thoughts like just now. Take, or no signature." Rozanov gripped one end of the paper towel.

Suddenly, Shane didn't want to let go. "I might not add this number."

"Is fine. Take."

"I might not even text you."

"Do what you like. But take."

"If you text back, I might not stay in touch."

"I agree. You take first."

Shane bit his lower lip. "Fine." Rozanov let go, a smug smile spreading across his face. Shane felt his cheeks burning.

"T-today's performance was really great. I'm sorry I couldn't make it backstage." Then Shane remembered something. He grabbed the forgotten bouquet from the counter and shoved it into Rozanov's hands. "Lilies! Bye!"

Shane scrambled out of the restroom.

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Why do I always make Shane bolt out of every scene? lol

♪Listening: Daniil Trifonov - Schumann, Träumerei, Scenes from Childhood