THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

one

on the day they told me

that i would have him as a partner,

i screamed and i screamed.

my face turning beet red,

my fists curled in fury.

because i had truly thought

the improvisation i performed

that day

was better than all the others,

yet they thought i was

"lacking in expectations".

i didn't need a partner

for the recital.

i was best on my own.

what's a violinist

got to do

with a pianist, anyways?

and there he was,

hiding behind the curtains,

trembling in fear,

clutching onto that tiny

violin of his.

+

returning

with this format

for a new tae fic:)