Short Stories

Music

The keys of the piano are pressed down. Notes fill the room, beautiful, clean, elegant. I sit there watching him as he plays. Watching as his hands find the right keys and how his face shows pure bliss and happiness.  My heart yerns to be able to play like that, to be able to make something that gorgeous, that wonderful. But it stops. Confused, I look up to find him looking at me waiting. A laugh bubbles in my chest.

"Sorry, I completely forgot! Can we go again?"  He smiles at me. Being again I focus on what I need to do.

"When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace,
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there's no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years,
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I will never do you wrong,
I've known it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I'd go hungry,
I'd go back and blue,
I'd go crawling down the Avenue,
No there's nothing that I wouldn't do,
To make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea,
On the highway of regret,
The winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy,
Make all your dreams come true,
The is nothing I wouldn't do,
To make you feel my love,
To make you feel my love."

I realise that there are is a tear on my cheek. I smile sadly at Alex. Clapping interrupts us. I freez.

"Why don't you two take music?" I look to see the him standing there. Of course he is here.

"I have to go, but please you two, continue without me." Alex walks past us, as he walks through the door, he turns and winks at me.

"I couldn't help but notice you turned an Adele so into a personal pledge." He smiles down at me. "Might I ask who you were singing to?" I can feel my checks redden. So I turn around to hide it and write down some lyrics in my notebook.

"No you may not. You weren't even meant to hear me sing, no one is." I hear footsteps behind me.

"Does he take any electives with you?" I nod. "Does he play music?" I nod once again. "Would he play the piano by any chance?" I shake my head and turn around.

"He does however, play the guitar and love to draw." I draw a shaky breath, it's now or never. "And he does in fact stand in front of me, with beautiful blue eyes and brown hair." No response, what could I possibly have hoped for? I walk out from the room, not caring that my things are still in there. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I forgot that I wasn't in a fairy tale. Happy endings don't exist, not for me at least.

Popping in my headphones Get the music fill the void that was just opened.