The ordinary, mundane, monotonous days were over for me.
That day I did indeed study when I got home, but not as long as I usually did. I ended up getting caught in and endless cycle of watching people play the piano and explain techniques. It was a deep rabbit hole that continued for a few hours. I only stopped when my mom entered my room, curious about the endless amounts of piano music coming from my room.
"What're you doing?" She asked, leaning on my doorframe.
"I'm just watching some piano videos," I shrugged, sitting up properly.
"You're interested in the piano?" She asked, confusion lacing her tone. I had never showed any interest in piano other than when I listened to HueningKai playing. It was only natural that she would be confused.
I nodded lightly, fidgeting my fingers around.
"We have a keyboard if you want to learn. We've had it for a while," she told me. I didn't know we had a keyboard. My mother had never said anything of the sorts.
"When did we get a keyboard?" I asked her, furrowing my brows in confusion.
"I bought it a long time ago when I got laid off. I needed a new hobby so I picked the keyboard. I haven't used it since though. It might not even work, but if you're interested, I can try to find it," she offered.
"I'll help," I told her, standing from my bed. I followed her to a little storage area. She moved a few boxes and I quickly scanned through them, seeing all the memoirs from the past that had been buried in the boxes for years. I heard something rubbing against boxes and she pulled the old keyboard out from behind a small stack of boxes. She passed it to me and wiped the dust off of her hands.
"We'll wipe it down before you use it," she told me, bringing me to a sink where she dampened a paper towel before gently wiping the surface of the keyboard. "You press this to turn it on, this to adjust volume, this to switch instruments," she told me, pointing to different buttons on the top of the keyboard. "Now go play your heart out," she smiled, making her way to the living room to relax.
I stayed up late that night, trying to figure out how to play simple pieces. I learned a lot from random internet videos containing facts and tips and tricks. I stayed up later that I am pleased to admit. Late enough to make me question whether falling asleep would be a good idea or not. In the end, I decided that a little sleep was better than no sleep at all, and when I woke up, I felt absolutely miserable. I wanted to roll over and die, but alas, it was still a school day so I got ready normally, eventually starting my walk to school. The crisp morning air woke me a little bit, but as soon as I entered the warm school I felt tired again.
I managed to stay awake through my first three classes but when lunch time rolled around, I was very tired. I sat in my normal lunch spot, leaning against the wall outside the music room. HueningKai was already inside playing a beautiful soothing song which soon lulled me to sleep against the cold, hard wall.
The light sleep I was getting was a comfortable sleep though it wasn't as comfortable as it would've been if I was in my bed. It was interrupted when the door lightly opened again. Hearing the door click open was enough to rouse me from my sleep, but not enough to get me to open my eyes.
"Are you tired?" HueningKai asked me. I'm sure he was leaning against the door again, but I still hadn't opened my eyes.
I hummed tiredly with a small nod.
"Why are you sitting here? You could go to the nurses office, or even go home," he suggested, his tone suggesting that what I was doing was outrageous.
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Fanfic(They/Them pronouns) Everyday I sit outside the music room and listen to him play. (HueningKai X They/Them Reader)