JANUARY 25, 2024, 12:27 PM
Devon sat at the piano on stage.
He was gonna perform on this very piano in about 45 minutes.
Or, exactly 32 minutes and 24 seconds.
Why was he so nervous?
He's done this before.
Multiple times before, actually.
13 times.
This is his 14th time doing this in front of an entire crowd.
This is just his first time in the honors program that involved multiple high schools around Brighton.
No.
No, it isn't.
He's been in this program ever since he was a freshman.
Maybe it's because he's next to-
Oh.
That's why he's nervous.
He's next to the trumpet players and not the melophone players this time.
Devon sighed, resting his head on his hands while his elbows sat on top of the piano keys.
He stared at the sheet music in front of him.
"UKRAINIAN DANCE"
(I know nothing about band, so I just put down one of the songs I played. I'm not in band. I'm in orchestra.)
Devon sights as he just presses one of the piano keys.
"Damn.." Devon chuckled, fixing his glasses.
He was in his concert clothes.
Blue-ish, green-ish bowtie, white button-up, black pants, and black dress shoes.
He didn't understand why he didn't get the privilege orchestra had.
Just all black.
But no, band kids, for some reason, had to have a tie or a stupid little bowtie, a white shirt, and black pants.
Devon mindlessly started playing the merry go round of life.
Just to have some fun since nobody was here yet.
He didn't even have to come yet.
But he did anyway.
It was better than hearing his older brother just yap all morning since his parents weren't even home.
It's just then that Devon forgets the next note.
"Fuck." Devon mumbled before he stopped playing entirely.
All of a sudden, someone starts playing.
Someone was behind him, playing the piano with the arms over his shoulders, playing the notes Devon was missing.
Devon feels their hot breath against his neck, mesmerized by the person's talent.
The closeness of the person seemed to make Devon's face go a little hot despite the fact that they were a stranger.
Black sleeves.
An orchestra player..?
As the player finishes up, Devon hears a chuckle.
"That's how you play it."
Devon recognized this voice as he turned around, seeing the familiar brunette that was at his house just a couple of days ago.
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