Collection of short stories

Serenades

On a very bright night, you were in your dressing room, waiting for your turn to go out and play your piano composition. The makeup artists perfected your face and outfit, you had to look splendid in the eyes of the listeners, "You have everything in place, you can now go," they said. So, you opened the door and walked out. The lights point towards you, the mood is on your side. The audience, excited and impatient, shouted your name. Feels good to hear the applause before performance, you thought as you walked to the piano.

You sat down and the manager gave you the signal, it was time. Gently you pressed the first note, it was sweet. At first it was difficult for you to understand the operation of that instrument you were using because it was not one that you used to play. But your talent did not allow you to look ridiculous and you continued the piece with ease.

Yes, the piece you play now was the one that took you to stardom as an amateur instrumentalist, it gives you good memories and you perform it at every concert you attended. Your fans don't dislike them either and always ask for that song.

Said song was composed by Frederic Chopin, "Nocturne no.9", perfect for a rainy evening. It conveyed calm and enveloped the roughest hearts with joy, without doubt, this composition is something out of this world, it's was divine music.

Behind you, there were some violins that, with their gentle swing, gave life to your work. You had already finished Chopin's and the following one was yours. Written by a desperate pianist eager for recognition and glory. 

Your personal piece.

The people sitting in the stands listened carefully to each key that you played with care, they appreciated your art. Even those who came forced by their friends and spouses were captives of the music. Tears ran down your eyes, it wasn't sadness, it was passion. Passion for sound, "you're quite an artist" you thought and lastly, with each note unconsciously, the intensity grew until it reached the climax.

The viewers noticed the change and reacted just as the person they saw in front of them perform so passionately, they cried the entire ending.

Your concert ended, the lights went out, one focused on you to signal that you had to say goodbye:

-"Thank you very much for hearing me and appreciating my works, I promise to improve it for all my fans and I will bring new musical compositions. Again, thank you very much and have a beautiful evening!"

You bowed and disappeared behind the backstage frame, the listeners gave one last applause and bright red flowers fell on the sieve in the name of a great pianist, you, who with great effort achieved the impossible.

The boom ended and the curtain slowly closed.