Disclaimer: I do not own La Corda D'Oro or the song Wedding Dress.

"But if you believe that you belong with him

Promise me, you won't let anyone hurt you

Remember, I will always be here for you

Even if it kills me to see you

In that wedding dress"

-Wedding Dress by Taeyang

"Oh! Tsukimori-kun, I thought you were still performing abroad."

I tried not to wince at his words. "Glad to see you too, Hihara-san. I just got back yesterday and I postponed the concert so that I wouldn't miss this event."

"Wow. I never thought you'd do that. I understand you though. I would never miss this too," Hihara said, laughing a little and trying to sound cheerful. His eyes betrayed him though. Did I look like that? "I didn't think they'd allow you to do that."

"Yeah."

Why did I come anyway? This doesn't even concern me. I should just go back to London for the concert I've been working on for the past few months. Why did one pink invitation stop me?

I need to go some place else to practice. Or maybe just to relax and listen to music. Or maybe to sleep. Heck, I would even watch mindless television just to get out of here.

So why am I here?

"Tsukimori-kun, how are you? It's good to see you again after so many years!" I turned to my left and saw a fair haired man looking at me expectantly.

Don't remind me how long it's been.

"Kaji-san, it's good to see you too." I nodded and noticed a groggy Shimizu beside him.

"Tsukimori-san, it's a pleasure to meet you again," Shimizu said, bowing deeply as he spoke. He still had that sleepy expression on him even after all these years. Does this boy—man—ever get sleep?

"Ah, yes. You too Shimizu-san."

I noticed three other people about to sit behind us and, to no one's surprise, see that they were Kanazawa-sensei, Ousaki-san and Yunoki-san.

"Tsukimori-kun! I didn't expect you to be here. I thought you had a big concert in London?" Kanazawa exclaimed. Why was everyone surprised that I was here? Was it really so odd to attend an event that you were invited to?

"I postponed it."

"Are you allowed to do that?" Ousaki raised one eyebrow.

"Apparently, I am." I really am arrogant, huh?

Yunoki chuckled. "You are the same as ever, Tsukimori-kun."

Why was I here again?

Music suddenly flooded the whole place. Everybody stood up, so did I.

Everyone looked at the back of the room. The first one to enter was a little red-headed girl in a frilly dress throwing flower petals everywhere. Another girl with a similar dress enters behind her doing the same with her own flower petals. A small boy, with a scowl on his chubby face, vehemently held and protected his pillow. He followed the two girls in front of him.

I really should go back. I need to practice for the concert instead of wasting my time here.

Four ladies with matching dresses marched in next. Single-file of course. The first one was Fuyumi-san, then two other ladies—I forgot their names, and then Amou-san.

The great Tsukimori Len was currently thinking of ways to get out of here. I could just tell them that I changed my mind and that I should go back to London to prepare for my concert—which was going to be held the day after tomorrow. I could tell them that I suddenly felt sick. Or I could tell them that I don't really give a damn about this event.

Maybe I should just run for it.

The last two people enter. One was a man in a white tux grinning like an idiot. The other person was a beautiful woman in a long white dress. She held a bouquet in one hand, her other hand was latched on the man's arm.

I really should've just ran for it. Is it still possible to run now?

They marched to the beat of the piece. I notice Manami-san playing the piano near the front of the room.

Tsukimori Len shouldn't run. He should be here enduring this.

It's his fault anyway.

The lady in white smiled at everyone she passed, and then she saw me. A weird expression crossed her features for a second but it was replaced by a smile in an instant.

"Thank you." She mouthed the words at me.

Am I still expressionless? Oh, god. Please tell me I haven't lost it.

The lady in white wasn't looking at me anymore and all the other people around me had their eyes fixed on her.

I huffed out a sigh. Nobody noticed my dilemma.

The last two people finally arrived at the front of the room. The man left the girl with another man and walked back to a hysterically crying woman..

Everybody sat down.

I hope I'm not hyperventilating. No one seemed to be looking at me funny, so I think I was still safe. I touched the back of my hand to my forehead and neck. No sweat. Good.

Three people remained in the front of the room. One was standing; facing everyone. The other one was the lady in white and the last was a man with green hair beside her.

All of a sudden, I wanted to murder the man beside the beautiful woman.

The man facing everyone starts speaking. I couldn't understand him. He's speaking a language I've known my whole life, sure, but my brain currently couldn't process anything other than my thoughts.

Why did I come here?

The chubby boy clumsily walked towards the three people in front and almost tripped. He made it there safely and reluctantly handed the pillow.

As soon as the boy gave the pillow, a thought hit me hard.

I know why I'm here.

The couple picked something from the pillow and exchanged words. Most people started to cry. Even I wanted to cry.

How stupid of me to forget.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

My mouth opened but nothing came out.

"You may now kiss the bride."

They kissed. Everyone applauded. Everybody cheered.

I died.

The couple started towards the exit while everyone cheered and followed. Only I did not.

Why did I let her go?

I woke to myself alone in my hotel room hours later. Remembering something I forgot, I rummaged my suit jacket and stared at a CD case resting on my palms.

I was too late.

I should congratulate myself. Pat myself in the back. I finally had what I wanted. I am now an internationally renowned violinist. I've held concerts at famous cities. Many orchestras want me.

But I still feel empty.

I chose my ambitions over her. Now I was a product of a miscalculated choice.

At least she was happy. That was the most important thing. She must be happy. Even though it kills me.

It's my fault anyway.

I popped the CD into my laptop and wait.

And hear myself playing a remorseful rendition of 'Ave Maria'.

Good thing I didn't give this as a wedding present.

Author's Rant: If ever you think that this plot already exists, then I'm sorry. I never copied this from anyone. I listened to some music last night and heard the song Wedding Dress and got inspired. This is the first time I've written a fanfiction so please bear with my lack of creativity and possible mistakes. Thanks for reading!