On The Stage

XI

Rebecca Blanc sat down at the electric instrument and began to look at the notes I had given her. The girl was clearly interested in the note, for she could not take her cat-like yellow eyes off it for quite a while.

- Where did you get it from anyway? - She asked herself, continuing to look at the note with fierce interest.

- From his dear grandmother. - Rayan answered for me in a playful way.

Of course, the girl immediately picked up on the joke, but I limited myself to curling my lips. Of course, Rayan went to music class with us. I expect he'll probably want to meet me alone after that. Actually, that was my hope. I mean, I get that he doesn't want to flaunt himself, but does that mean we can't even have a picture together? I had a weird feeling that things with Rayan were just about to get complicated. I didn't mind the doberman wanting to be discreet. I respected that, but it bothered me a little. If I had been clear with him, I'm sure things would have been different. His indecisiveness or unwillingness to make up his mind is quite frustrating. It makes me come up with stupid and completely unnecessary thoughts.

- Why don't I record it on my phone so you can dance listening to the tune later? - The girl suggested.

- Great idea. - I replied rather lazily, being further disgusted by Rayan's approach.

- I'll play it first to get a general feel for it. The second time I'll start recording, okay? - The girl asked.

- Do as you are most comfortable. - I replied, smiling at the cat.

Rebecca pulled her phone out of her pocket and placed it on the table where the keyboard was also placed. I could see that she was changing something in the equipment settings. Something like she wanted to get the effect of several instruments playing at once. I didn't know exactly what it was about, but I decided not to distract her.

Rayan positioned himself right behind me, making goofy faces in the process. I didn't know what he meant, so I just ignored him. Then Rebecca started to play a melody composed by Apolonia Von Rostov and from the electric instrument, the first sounds started to flow. Rebecca then, without taking her eyes off the notes, warned us that the whole piece lasted about six minutes. It's quite a long time, but maybe it will be suitable for the competition. The melody itself started slowly, quietly and calmly. However, in this calmness I immediately heard a hint of horror. Such an accent, barely noticeable, which with every key press by the teenager became more and more present in the melody she was playing. And then, completely unexpectedly, I felt the touch of Rayan's hand on my buttocks.

I opened my eyes wide and looked back, trying to guess what this boy was doing. He, on the other hand, smiled at me exposing his sharp fangs and continued to caress my buttocks. It annoyed me a little, because, of course, there was nobody else in the music class but the three of us at the moment. As if doing this sort of thing in company is disgusting, but to me it had a completely different ring to it now. As if Rayan was just proving to me that I should hide myself and him under a cardboard box and lead the rest of my life there. I'd better not even pull my nose out from under that box, because maybe someone will find the appearance of that nose "too gay" and it will appear that Rayan is not straight at all. So, irritated, I walked towards Rebecca, who was at her best continuing to develop the tune, which finally started to speed up. The whole song, as it soon turned out, was quite dramatic. At some point I could see that even Rayan got interested in this music, because he tuned his ears and listened attentively.

- Quite dramatic. - Said Rebecca, once she had let her fingers off the keys of the instrument.

- It sounds very pathetic. - I replied, sticking my gaze into the notes lying in front of Rebecca.