Anything Goes! (Wally x reader) ⚠️NOT MY BOOK!⚠️

Then you came (Chapter 4)

Whatever you had just dreamed about felt way too real. You remembered everything as if you had lived through it before. Looking over to your mirror, you studied your face. It looked the same as it always had, but for some reason, it felt wrong. You couldn't help but feel a small part of you wonder if that was even you at all. Your mind kept flashing to the other person you saw in your dream; There was a recognition in those eyes that you couldn't deny.

Your eyes lingered on the mirror for a few moments, before an unexpected crack of thunder made you jump. Turning to the window, you realized that it was pouring outside. You quietly watched as raindrops hit the windows, seeing the neighborhood through a curtain of rain. The chalk drawings you had made yesterday were probably long gone. The deep rumble of thunder in the distance told you that this storm was going to last a while.

It looked like your good luck with the weather finally ended.

It was probably a good thing you were stuck inside, anyways. You needed to reflect a bit. As your breathing evened out, the sounds of your panicked gasps for air were slowly replaced by the melodic sounds of rain hitting the roof. Finally gathering your energy, you stood up and stretched. You winced in pain, feeling how sore and stiff your body was. Admittedly, that was most likely a result of the impromptu foot race you had with Julie and the fact you spent all day hunched over, drawing. The nightmare certainly didn't help, though.

Slowly making your way around your room and down the stairs, you went about your daily motions. Breakfast, shower, cleaning, all while listening to music softly drone on in the background. Going through your routine helped slightly, but your mind was still teeming with worry and confusion. You found yourself back in your room eventually, sprawled out on your bed. Staring at the ceiling, you were at a loss for what to do. You stayed like that for a bit, before you became restless.

There was no way you could function under these conditions.

Forcing yourself to stand up, you crossed the room and grabbed your violin case. You had been meaning to play again, and a rainy day inside felt like a good day to finally do that. Gingerly taking your violin out, you traced your thumb around the scroll. The lacquered wood had been chipped and scuffed from years of use and unfortunate clumsiness. Despite that, it still worked as good as the day you got it. Plucking one of the open strings, a sour note rang out. Instinctively, you reached for the tuning pegs. A few minutes passed as you absentmindedly tuned the strings, getting lost in the practiced adjustments that had become second nature to you at this point. The tones slowly became more cohesive and melodic. Raising the violin to your shoulder, you played a few notes.

Perfect.

You cracked a small smile. It felt nice to know that, at the very least, that hadn't changed.

Your brain cycled through what to play. Overtures, concertos, preludes... they were all firmly stuck in your brain. Taking a deep breath, you moved your bow to rest on the strings. Without much thought, the bow began to move. Hesitancy melted into focus, the rich notes sending sparks through your body. What began as nonsensical stanzas of notes settled into a rendition of Siciliana. It was a sonata you were very familiar with. As you continued, however, you began to deviate more and more.

The thrill of playing had completely taken you over, adding embellishments and whatever felt right in the moment. You had forgotten how intoxicating it was to play music your way, not sticking to the rigid interpretations you were taught. The notes grew in a gradual crescendo, bouncing off of the walls of your cozy room. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling the music envelop you completely. The dread of your nightmares, your inability to face your feelings for Wally, your growing feeling that something wasn't right... It all faded away. By the end of the song, it sounded virtually nothing like the original piece. After the final note rang out, you paused and listened to it fade away.