Finding My Muse - Nicholas Galitzine

Chapter Seven: Helping A Fellow Classmate

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--Esmerelda's POV--

I walk out of the classroom doors and make my way down the main steps. This is the moment every day whether I should take a nap or actually be a productive student, "Are you going to the practice room?" Jessica asks. I look at her and she just links our arms and drags me along. She has always been a big reason for me turning things on time. She's been busy the last week with tutoring freshmen.

"What are you working on right now?" I ask her as we take the short walk to the practice hall. She lets out a heavy sigh as she explains her image. By the end of her rant, I'm surprised she's still walking around. I'd be passing out from exhaustion. I swear this girl is bionic or something," Are you going to the MSP?" I ask as we stop in front of the room she signed up for.

"Of course. I think it's written in our contracts that we have to show up," She says making me laugh. She says see you later before walking into the room and shutting the door. I smile to myself as I walk down the hallway passing various open doors. I'm hoping my room is available. I pass the room next to it and hear the soft piano and a familiar voice. I peek through the small window in the door and see the back of a hoodie. Suddenly their head drops onto the piano making me jump as the harsh chords scream out. I look at the signup sheet and see the last entry was from yesterday.

As I go to walk away my phone starts ringing making me freak out as the person spins around," Fuck," I whisper before rushing off to my room. I pick it up and see it's Kylie.

"What?" I whisper yell as she laughs over the phone.

"Why are you whispering?" she asks copying my tone.

"I just got caught listening to Nick playing piano," I tell her feeling humiliated, "Do you remember the guy I told you about from the roof?" I ask.

"The guy you said had the voice of an angel and could...get it," She says seeming to find the situation very entertaining.

"I could get it, huh?" he asks from the door making me want to crawl in a hole and die. This is what I get for putting my phone on speaker. From this point on I'm keeping all of my thoughts to myself and never leaving my bedroom, "Can I ask why you were creeping around?" He asks as I hang up the phone.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell him pushing my hair behind my ear. I turn to the piano keeping my back to him as he stands there, "If you'll excuse me I have to get some work done," I state. He stays quiet until I turn back around.

"How much did you hear?" he asks. I look at him confused and he looks up at the ceiling like talking to me is the last thing he wants to do, "I'm not saying I value your opinion or anything but what did you think of the song?" he asks.

I sit there stunned as he plays with a small ring on his pinky, "I don't really think I heard enough to give a full opinion," I tell him. He nods his head as we both awkwardly sit in the silence. I scooch over a little on the piano and motion towards the piano, "But I'd love to judge your work," I tell him as he slowly walks over, sitting next to me. His shoulder is just touching mine as his hands hover over the keys.

"It's still a work in progress," he says as I nod my head. He plays the first couple of notes and I watch the way his hands move effortlessly across the keys. It's like they were meant to play, the instrument built for him instead of the other way around. His voice wavers as he starts singing like he's trying to remember his own lyrics. Just as quickly as his song starts it ends leaving me wanting more. I forget I'm supposed to be judging his song until he clears his throat putting his hands in his lap.