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Mezzo-forte [Fundy]

Mezzo-Forte (mf) – moderately loud.
Forte (f) – loud.

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The pen in your hand tapped irately at your notebook. Your palms rubbed at your face, tired eyes squinting under the glare of the table lamp. Your actions were all but a display of patience.It's 12 in the morning and your apartment complex's resident Beethoven was at it again. But as talented as said person was, they seemed to be very deaf to the needs of others.


The piano's sound rang melodically, a little muffled through the floor separating the warm music from the cold space of your home. Perhaps it would've sounded gorgeous to you, had it been a decent hour of the day, but it was 12 in the morning and you did have a particularly long essay due tomorrow.


At this point, your research paper on (coincidentally enough) noise pollution was turning out repetitive and unclear, having strayed from it's topic. The little details and supporting sentences you had planned to jot down had slipped your mind, easily getting lost or drowned out in the resounding chords and scales. You opted for letting your forehead hit the desk in front of you and letting out a mumbled string of profanities, silently cursing Frédéric Chopin's Nocturne in A-Flat Major.


The piece promptly ended and silence ensued for a short, sweet moment.


Maybe they were done?


......


Nope.


The opening notes of a familiar song reached your ears, head jolting up from its defeated slump on the desk. You had recognized it instantly.


 'My Heart Will Go On'.


You couldn't help the dry laugh that escaped your mouth. Really?


Standing abruptly from your chair and ignoring the numb pain on your butt, you sauntered over to the door of your own apartment and flung it open. Time to put an end to this.The plan you had in mind, at that time of frustration and impulse, seemed perfect and very mature.

You took a nice, deep breath and yelled dramatically "Jack!"


See, you wouldn't climb up a flight of stairs, knock on their door and politely settle things like a good person would. You'd do, well, that.


The playing stopped at once, off-key and almost comically so. You had nearly burst out laughing then and there, holding back on following up with an overjoyed 'thank you!' for shutting up. Just as you turned to head back inside to try another pathetic attempt at productivity, the booming bang! of a door slamming open startled you.


Oh. You'd angered them.


You quietly braced yourself for the coming earful, mentally preparing yourself by writing a passionate stand on why I really need you to stop playing the goddamned piano in the dead of night in your head. However, instead of the pissed-off, stomping feet you'd expected, you heard someone speedily stumbling down the stairs at the end of your hall.


"Rose?!"


Huh?


Before you had time to process just what the voice had said, someone stood in front of you, chocolate brown eyes shining. He breathed out a laugh and you froze.


You weren't prepared for this. In truth, you'd expected this guy to look more like Mozart or something.


"Hey," he shot you an easy, charming grin.


Well, shit.


You're about to piss yourself and all you can manage is a meek "Hi."


"Y-You play the piano really well!" you stuttered out quickly, choking on your words. Oh, boy.


"Oh, thank you very much," he beamed. "I'm Fundy!Not Leonardo DiCaprio, unfortunately."


"I'm [Name] and, that's fine," you laughed, feeling a lot less nervous at his easygoing display. ThisFundy guy's smile was contagious, you'd found. "You're definitely enough."


He pretended to think for a moment, letting out a triumphant sound before asking, "Then would you ever consider going out on a date with me?"


"I'll have to think about that."


"Oh? I'd cross the North Atlantic Ocean for you."


"Did you just—?"


"Yes."


You laughed once more and fished out your phone from your pocket. He did the same and you both put in your contact numbers. Handing him his own phone back, you smiled. "Call me, then, sometime."


He turned towards the stairway and flashed you another picture-worthy smile. "Will do!" he called back with a wave. You entered your apartment and shut the door as he disappeared from sight.You trudged back to your bedroom, making a beeline for the bed. Maybe you could rest for a few minutes before returning to your paper?


The mobile phone in your hand suddenly lit up with an alerting buzz.

.

New message!
.

from: the jack to ur rose 
subject: you're rly cute u know
[Name]! you be the ship and i'll be the iceberg hitting on u
00:38 a.m.

As the sound of Fundy's piano-playing filled the open silence again, you decided that you'd make up for the low mark you'll surely get on the forgotten essay.

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i'm not in my right mind writing this 

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