Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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Dashing through the crowd, Mikhail grabbed me beside the giant dark wooden piano.
He whispered something to the performers and they instantly left the area for us to perform instead.
He gave me a wooden violin with a playful smile of his. I froze in my place, finding everyone's attention focused on us. Curiosity filled there faces as they waited for us to perform.
I cleared my throat, uncomfortably glancing at him. "What the hell now?"
"You play violin while I play the piano." he muttered, "It's called a duet."
"I can't do that." I nervously blurted, and began to walk away.
He rushed to me and he grabbed me by my shoulders back beside the piano. "Yes, you can."
"Don't do that!" I shook my head, putting the violin on the piano as I quickly sat on a chair to catch my breath, hoping he'd stop being an asshole and not cause us a scene.
I couldn't be performing in front of a whole rich ass crowd, just for them to mock me for being a complete failure.
This can't happen. I might even have a panic attack. It'd end up so embarrassing for me.
Mikhail rolled his eyes as he reached to me and kneeled, looking into my eyes. "What is your problem?"
"I can't-" I whimpered, shutting my eyes off and tightly gripping on my dress. "I can't perform."
"Why?"
"I might mess up, I don't know," I anxiously bit my lips as I looked away, heart swiftly racing. "I can't."
"Hey. Look at me." he spoke in a soft tone as he gently tilted my chin to his direction. I looked at his jade eyes. "You're gonna kill that. Believe me."
"I won't." I desperately looked down, playing with my fingers, "One glance at this crowd and I'll ruin everything."
"Don't look at them." he glanced at my hands then back at me, "Close your eyes or stare at mine."
"How'd that make it any better?" I sarcastically chuckled, playing with my fingers.
"I get nervous, too. So the only thing you should be focusing on is the violin and your pianist." he stated as he offered me his hand. I calmly exhaled as I took it and got up.
Both of us reaching to the piano, I grabbed my violin as Mikhail sat on the bench. He pressed a few keys that produced an inestimable sound, revealing the song that we were going to perform. I nodded at him as I uneasily glanced at the crowd that was still observing us, but decided to pay no heed to it.
