i broke the silence for you

iii. andante moderato

and i listened to the sound of your melody
and i wrote the second violin part for you
hoping you'd play it
because i'm not a solo instrument.

  eddy stood at the entrance of the café, hands in his pockets, waiting for brett. all night he had been daydreaming about him and looking forward to playing with him tomorrow. he had practiced by himself for hours to impress him.

     eddy brightened up when he saw brett pull up in his car. brett slid down the window and unlocked the car.

     "sorry for making you wait," brett said, his words slow and  slightly slurred.

     wait. . . brett was talking? eddy thought that he couldn't, since he couldn't hear himself talk—but despite that, his voice was alluring.

     "no, no, it's fine," eddy assured, sliding into the seat and closing the door. "how far away is it?"

     "about ten minutes," brett informed.

     as brett drove, they talked about concerts, music theory, classical music, and much more. brett stumbled on his words often, but eddy didn't mind. in fact, he found it endearing. he knew that brett didn't waste his time talking about nothing. eddy liked people who possessed that trait, although there weren't a lot.

     "how are you able to talk? i mean, you can't hear yourself, so how do you know if you've said something wrong?" eddy asked, hoping that he didn't sound nosy.

     thankfully, brett didn't seem bothered. "i'm wearing my hearing aids today," he explained. "i want to get used to them so i can hear the rest of the orchestra and stay in time."

     "ah," eddy responded.

     brett finally slowed to a stop at his apartment complex, unlocked the door, and they walked in. they took an elevator up to the fifth floor where brett's room was. he opened the door and held it open for eddy. "it's kinda small," brett said.

     the kitchen was on the left side of the doorway, a small path led to the living room, and a sliding glass door opened up to a patio at the end of the room. a hall was on the left side of the room.

     "it's fine," eddy responded.

     "the piano's this way." brett led eddy over to the other side of the living room and gestured at the upright piano that was pushed up against the wall, next to his violin.

     eddy sat down and pressed a key, testing the sound. satisfied with the room's resonance, he warmed up with a few scales and chords as brett took out his instrument. eddy decided to warm up with a piece; his favorite, claire de lune.

     his hands floated over the keys easily, the heavenly sound reaching his ears and caressing them like a midnight breeze. he approached each note carefully and embraced the feeling of playing music.
after the piece was over, eddy returned to reality and found a stunned brett staring at him.

     "o-oh," eddy mumbled. "sorry."

     "no—don't say sorry—i mean, that was amazing," brett breathed.

     "thanks," eddy replied, blushing. he ducked his head. "do you need tuning?"

     "yeah, i tune before every practice session," brett answered. eddy held down the sustain pedal with his foot and pressed the A key, waiting patiently as brett tuned his instrument. "your D's a little flat. here," eddy said. he stood up, walked over to brett, and carefully turned the fine tuner a bit clockwise.

     brett tested the open strings and beamed. "how'd you hear that?"

     "not to brag, but i have perfect pitch," eddy answered.

     "that's amazing," brett responded. eddy blushed again.

     "do you want to try tchaik's mélodie now?" eddy suggested, sitting back down.

     "yeah. yeah, of course," brett agreed, seeming to break out of some sort of trance. he placed his violin on his shoulder. "ready? one, two, three, and. . ."

     they got lost in the music for the rest of the day, their notes flying together pleasantly. they weren't practicing; they were playing. once again eddy found comfort in brett's (musical) touch. their music was passionate and full of love for—for—

     eddy stopped playing abruptly. taking deep breaths, he tried his best to ignore his pounding heart.

     "you okay?" brett asked.

     "yeah. uh—it was nice practicing with you. i think we're ready for tomorrow. good luck," eddy said hastily. he stood up, grabbed his bag and headed to the door. he reached forward to open it but froze when a small hand landed on his shoulder.

     "are you sure you're alright?" brett asked gently. his sparkly eyes looked at eddy's, full of concern. eddy couldn't help but gasp slightly from brett's touch.

     "yeah. i'm fine, it's fine. don't worry," eddy answered quickly. he looked away. "i—i have to go now."

     eddy stepped out the room, but before he could close the door, brett said, "wait." eddy stopped and watched as brett pulled out his notepad, wrote something on it, ripped the page out and placed it on eddy's palm.

     eddy walked out the building and began the walk home. along the way he pulled out the piece of paper brett had given to him and opened it. a phone number was written on it.

     once eddy was home, he took a shower and changed. laying in his bed, he sighed, rubbing his eyes.

     "so this is what tchaikovsky felt like."

a/n:
i'm putting excepts of one of my poems at the beginning of every chapter now!! idk why but yeah it's cool lol