I Wonder What It Would Be Like (Boy Love Novel)

The Hallway

Chapter Four

A beautiful boy now sitting at the center of attention in a room surrounded by anxious admirers. Would it be possible to sit in a room like this and have him play only for him?

The light brilliantly shining off of him, behind him; a beautiful boy surrounded by light. "The classics are amazing. You hear them in movies, at weddings, played in beautiful concert halls, even being played on street corners or subways. As students we're asked to learn to play the music of these great composers, to sound like these masters on instruments we learn to love. I always thought that in order to fully nurture a love for these masters and beautiful instrument I had to translate it into a language I understood because make no mistake, music is a language."

Everyone in that room sat perfectly still listening to the calmly delivered words.

"Beyond spoken words we use music to convey emotion; sadness, fear, excitement, and every emotion we know. Before we hear the dialog in a movie or show the music tells us how we're about to feel; scared, happy, sad. Long before the first character speaks the music introduces us to the story. Imagine how powerful a language music is that people that speak completely different languages can hear the soundtrack of and know what the actors are about to act out, that's what I call auditory visual. Even someone that is sight impaired knows what the film wants us to feel, where the story is taking us."

Finn's voice filled the room blanketing everyone as they waited anxiously for his fingers to touch those keys while not wanting him to stop talking.

"Let's put aside the auditory visual and discuss the auditory emotions; a hundred people can listen to the same song and each one of them can feel completely different emotions. That is what I personally refer to as auditory and emotional feeling. In that moment you can't tell me what this song is supposed to be about, let me listen to it and tell you what I feel. My previous memories or history or even mood will tell me how it makes me feel." He glanced back slightly looking over his shoulder as if he was looking for Alex. "Attraction, want, need, desire and love. Imagine if you could tell someone you like them without opening your mouth, without saying a word. This is a language you want to learn, trust me."

Attraction, want, need, desire and love. Damn, he looked back, he looked towards me.

Alex watched as Finn's eyes danced from boy to boy showered by the sunlight that came through the windows. He wanted to reach out and run his finger along the back of his neck for some reason, how nice would that be? To touch every one of his wavy strands, to run his fingers through them. To fill his hand with his hair and pull his head back gently so he could look at his face, his eyes, his lips, unable for Finn to look away from him. He wanted to sit on that bench with him and have him talk to only him, play for only him. He suddenly felt his face get warm.

"So, I thought if only I could master music not only to play the songs as my teacher taught me but use the piano to speak for me, speak of the things that define some of my life, things that I like and enjoy. If I could learn to speak it in a language, I understood then I could easily tackle classical music. This is the piano sharing a piece of my life, a part of me to all of you. Instead of showing you what your teachers will ask you to play, I'm going to speak to you using the piano to share some of the things I like in life."

Alex had no idea what that meant, had the violin ever meant that much to him? He played it, mastered it but the emotions he felt were the emotions he needed to use to play the piece. Had he ever felt passion like that for the violin had he ever felt passion in general? Some way to connect with these younger boys but how? The teacher smiled acknowledging it was a secret he already knew and now it would be shared with everyone here.