the thing with the trip and the concert and the sexual tension (part 2)

Apparently I must have caught something on the trip to Berlin because the next day I started to feel weak and over the next few days I developed a nice fever of 40°C/104°F and almost coughed my lungs out.
Domi wasn't allowed to see me because I was highly contagious and he had this concert coming up on Saturday. (In case you're not following... we came back from Berlin on Tuesday and his concert was the following Saturday)
So yeah in short, I was almost dead and I wasn't sure if I could make it to the concert. Not because I felt weak... oh no, I would've gone even in a wheel chair... no, the thing was my really bad and constant coughing... It was a classic music concert and not a rock concert... so imagine someone sitting in the audience and coughing all the time.
Domi tried everything to help me get better... up to the point where he called me at 10am and pm to remind me to take my antibiotics... cause I had to take them every 12 hours. And he refused to continue talking to me on the phone until I drank a glass of juice.
He even came over once and brought me soup that his mom had made with the words "I helped cutting the vegetables"...  :o)

But my body didn't want to get better...

So Saturday arrived and he couldn't be with me because he had to be at the concert hall all day for preparations, sound check, rehearsals and so on.

But during his breaks he called me from his cell and told me what they were doing. It was very exciting because he told me with a passion and excitement in his voice about all the professionals running around and what they were doing and about all the stuff that was going on... the lighting, the acoustics... I'm trying to remember all the stuff he told me...

Anyways... troughout the day he and I both still hoped that I could make it. I drank a lot of tea to calm my bronchitis down. I even took those awful codeine drops which... wait... let me look it up...

Codeine is a fairly common drug that is generally used in the medical field to treat pain and is a cough suppressant as well.

...but still... my coughing didn't get better... it was so bad actually that I had that gag reflex and almost vomitted twice...

ummm... sorry... graphic...

The concert began at 8pm... prior to that our last phone conversation was about half an hour before. He wasn't nervous the whole day but when he saw the audience and the seats filling up he got more and more nervous by the minute. He should have been used to it by then you may think, seeing as that was his second concert in that music hall in front of 3,500 people.
btw, I have to add that it wasn't only Domi's concert, but of about 20 musicians with different combinations: solo artists, orchestra, string quartets and so on.
Domi had three pieces to play... two with the orchestra and one solo piece... his solo piece was the second last one and on the last concert that I attended he had a standing ovation of what felt like 2 minutes... and guys... a standing ovation of two minutes from people who are umm... well... imagine older women in their jewelry and costumes and their fur coats... well... a standing ovation of a crowd that usually claps three times very quietly with two fingers inside their palms... means a lot.

So yeah we finished our phone call when he had to go to the musicians meeting and get his pep talk from the conductor/music teacher. So I wished him good luck, gave him a corny smooch over the phone and sent him on his way. I could hear the disappointment in his voice about me not being there with him.

So there I was... being sad and a little bit teary-eyed [from the fever of course ;o)]. And I went on twitter and talked to my friends.
About 1 and a half hours later at about 9:30pm my cellphone rang... I could see it was Domi and I was already wondering why the concert was over so quickly.
When I picked up I could hear steps, some crackling and static noise and nothing else... he wasn't speaking... I yelled "DOMI, DOOOOMI, ARE YOU OK?" and there was no reply.

(you should listen to this while you read on)


Then I heard him start to play... he played Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.
I thought to myself he must have called me before going on stage.
Later he told me he went out and placed his cellphone right next to his sheets and got a weird look from his teacher.

When I heard him play, a lot of things went through my mind. Suddenly I was very emotional and I'm getting a bit emotional right now while I'm typing this.
I thought about how much I love him and how much he loves me for doing such a thing.
It's a really small gesture but it meant the world to me.
Who on gods green earth thinks about another person and comes up with a plan to involve them while THREE THOUSAND FIVEHUNDRED people are outside sitting and waiting for him to come out and play? Who comes up with the idea of letting someone be a part of the amazing thing they are experiencing by calling them on the phone and letting them listen?

A loving, caring and amazing boyfriend... that's who.

All those things went through my head as I was listening to the song.
I woke up from my daydream when the audience began to clap. Domi must have accidentally hung up on me when he grabbed his cell and his sheet music.

Later he told me he had been looking at my picture (on his cell) the whole time while he was playing.