"𝐌𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫..."

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Ugh! We both overslept! Hurry up! We gotta go. Midoriya putting in his belt, snd Y/n with a pear in her mouth, puts in her shoes at the doorway, grabbing the boys shoes as well to help him out them on while he's struggling with his belt. His tie hung over his neck, undone, as they both basically ran out of the door to rush to the train station to catch the train to make it to the competition venue.

Thankfully making to the train, and making it to their destination at a decent time they both again rushed out and made their way to the venue in a hurry.

"We made it!" She said in a hushed tone, while the judges were calling out the numbers of the contestants to the stage.
"Ok..we are number....." looking at the sheet of paper that had been under her arm. "Ok you still have time." Putting the sheet of paper back under her arm muttering a "goodness" while she stuck her pen back behind her ear, and began to fix his tie that he wore with his very nice suit.

"Now I want you to remember, this isn't about you winning. This is about the experience, and feelings, do you hear me?" Literally snapping him back into reality since he was paying attention to nothing but her face and the way she was tying his tie.

"Yup. I think I got it."

"Good. Just do your best. Don't think about you placing or anything."

"Uh hm..." Still not quite paying attention.

She took her hands and then ran them through his hair, ruffled it, and tried to shape it in a neater way since he just rolled out of his bed only 20 minutes ago.

He looked at her, mesmerized as he always was and took a liking to his head massage that she was giving him. Abruptly it stopped and then he felt the sting of two slaps on either sides of his face causing his attention to actually focus. She put their heads together and said nothing, maybe she was saying a prayer for good omens, maybe she was just trying to get him to get out of his head.

"Good luck." And with that, she left him alone back stage to go sit inside the audience. She left him with his number, and a mini good luck.

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"Number 29, Izuku, Midoriya."

The crowd ooed, and ahhed as they watched the aspiring pro-hero step onto the stage to go sit on the stool of the piano in the middle of the blinding lights of the stage.

"Contestant Number 29, Izuku Midoriya, your information is customary and accurate, you may begin. Your time starts now."

"Ok this is actually happening right now..

"Alright don't panic Izuku, just like Y/n said.

Un

Deux

Trois."

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"Honey! Time for dinner." My mother called for me to come eat my supper while it was still hot knowing that when I got to that piano, it was hard for me to stop. I felt as if it was my only purpose in life.

This was the first time I ever preformed piano in front of an audience. Yet, Im constantly wishing it was my last.

I could lie and say that my only passion for playing was for you but, I hate to put myself in a position where I'm lying to myself. Where I'm lying to us. She brought that passion back out of me. She didn't make me want me to play, she made ME want to play. All of those endless joyous afternoons where we would sit in that damn music room and she would teach me everything that she knew about piano so that I could continue on and learn on by myself. She was always so proud of me.

As children, I took piano lessons every now and then but it never felt the same as in just playing.

Passion evolves from anything and everything. You can't make passion, you have to find it.

And that's what I did.

I felt that playing piano was my only purpose. And I was fine with that. If playing piano was the only thing I needed to do then that was fine. I loved it and I didn't care.

Playing piano was such a monumental part of my life that it has drilled and molded inside of me, which is why I was never able to forget.

Sometimes, I am not so grateful for that.

Even today, the emotional release and relief that I feel and felt is a feeling that I can never forget and never be forgotten.

Sadly, It's beautiful.

The things that music can do to a person.

The things that love can do to a person.

The notes that used to flow so effortlessly out of my hands now sounded as if they were strained and forced.

Those melodies that used to bring me so much joy now felt empty and hollow. Its so wondrous how when I lost something so important, that spark or magic that made playing piano so truly special, quickly drifted away.

It's so peculiar how I used to willing sit excitedly at a piano so eager and ready to play, and how now I can't even bare the thought of even looking at one.

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Y/n watching in the audience, she could feel a tear fall down her cheek as she smiled. He was wonderful. He did amazing, and her heart felt heavy as she was filled with emotion. It had been a long time since she had seen someone so close to her play so effortlessly, and so beautifully like the way he did.