You're the Music of My Heart

Three: Arpeggios

(Songs Played: -Rondo a Capriccio "Rage Over a Lost Penny" and Moonlight Sonata Pathètique by Beethoven)

*might turn out to be a shorter chapter just saying~
I walk down the dormitory halls of the Gershwin Building (all of the last names are actual composers) and I began to sift my hand through the denim blue pockets of my Levi's jeans. (Reference eh?? XD okay sorry...)
The strange thing was though was that I couldn't find my room key, it could've been at the coffee shop? No, because I would have it on my car key fob and I would need it to start the car. The car maybe? No, I took it out of the engine lock and it would've turned off the roaring engine of my 2014 Lincoln MKZ so it had to be in my pocket! I continue to sweep my hand inside but then... it was the keys of a piano.

They were... smooth. The beautiful and amazing sound echoed down the cerulean walls of the dorm and I'm lost in the sound; it could've came from anywhere. I had to figure out where this was coming from. There were rectangular Windows on the side of each door and I decided to peer through them briefly if I could find the source of the piano. But the music... it was, stunning. I could tell the musician's hands were literally sweeping the 88 sharp, flat, and standard keys, but not just in any modest fashion, but in a manner that you could immediately tell the artist has had immense years of back-breaking practice and decades of disciplinary training. It had to be a professor. But the sound, why would it be in the dorms? Was it a student...?

The constant arpeggios of the piece flickered a switch in my brain like a light, it was Rage Over a Penny. The music was incredulously fast, I was immediately touched by the intensity of it. I'd be damned if I couldn't figure out who was playing it. It was a driving force that kept dragging me towards the grand piano, as you got slingshotted toward it.

I started running the halls, trying to pick up any notice of a louder volume of Beethoven's prominent hit. No sign, but not just yet. Where the hell was it coming from?? I sprinted down the stairs recklessly, almost tripping on every other lip of each step. I looked towards the next floor hall. Was it outside? The roof? Communal room? Studio room? No, those were only open for group meetings. It HAD to be a dorm. So it was a student. But who? Come on, Jean, think. Focus.

Finally. I manage to pick up a loud, staccato chord note bouncing off the walls down the hall. With no further hesitation, I started to run faster than my stubby legs could take me. It was a race against time. A rage. Like a Rage over a Penny. The penny was the piano, the soft and crescendoing notes being pressed by elegant and refined fingers, edge to pure perfection over years of practice and performances.

And I come to an immediate stop to a room. I found it, I found the dormitory room. My hands were begging to rip open the door off the secure metal hinges. With the last shred of sanity settled in my brain, I yelled at myself not to. I tilt my head and try to look past the small foyer in the room. A large grand piano sits in the corner of the main room. This was it, I though to myself. My breathing started to accelerate and my pulse started to tremor like tsunamis pounding at the seashore at breakneck speeds.

But who was if? Damn it if I could see them. Screw it. Maybe the door was slightly open? But if I open it, I'll be breaking dorm violations. Whatever, I'd rather know who it was then have to get yelled at by our dorm prefect. But that was a fatal mistake. Just as the pianist began to sweep the notes with trills, my slightly slow-reflexed body pushed too hard on the door. And with a whizzing crash, the door flew open and my chest collided with the carpeting in their dorm. Shit.

The piano keys cluttered with a harsh slam and a loud gasp emerged from their lips. "What the... why are you in my room?!?!" It was a male's voice. Maybe it was Marco? And I realized it.

His trembling hands clung tight around his slightly bulky torso shyly and his soft, glazed honey eyes stared into me, as if he was examining my soul or proposing my cause of death if I was in an autopsy. His freckles jumped around his pudgy baby-face cheeks like little polka-dot spots and his dimples wrapped around the sides of his smooth, thick lips. It was Marco, and dammit did I have it too hard for this guy.

"Oh...! I uh... I heard piano music at my dorm room and I really... REALLY wanted to know that was. I'm... sorry?" Is all I could foolishly say. He sighs with a slight alto-pitched voice. "It's fine, I'm just practicing for a concert tomorrow evening at the Carnegie Hall *made random shit up ." That's right, wasn't he like the best pianist at Cambridge like... ever? Oh my god, Jean pay attention to him. You like him. That's like the first rule of romance. You flirt like you're a kindergartner, Dammit Jean.

"Not that I have a... uh... problem you hearing me play, but I just wished you warned me instead of scaring the living day lights out of me-" he responds and I profusely hold up my hands and my eyes begin to scan the dorm's surroundings. There's two beds and both are perfectly made, navy blue and gold Cambridge-colored chintz and wool pillows fluffed and placed behind red and purple bed pillows, and I think the difference between them is quite significant. The bed with the red pillow had art pastels had large canvas sketchbooks neatly placed on an oak dresser. A leather messenger bag lay in front of the dresser and the walls were placed with sleek frames filled with photographs of a small boy with long blonde hair and two others, a boy with striking green eyes and brunette messy hair and a tall, Asian girl with a whispering black eyes, flowing black hair similar to length of the blonde boy's hair but a tad longer and a large red infinity scarf. I could pinpoint those two from anywhere: Eren and Mikasa. Almost always conjoined at the hip, the two were inseparable. So it was also pretty assumable that the blonde boy was Armin. Who knew Armin and Marco bunked? And the other side was quite similar but with different styles. The bed with the purple pillow had a black piano with notes sewn into it and an opened violin case lay directly on the center of the double-sized bed. A black quilt with music signs were embroidered in the fine silk as well and European theaters and classical composer poster littered the walls and a canvas bag lay beside the bed. That was obviously Marco's side of the room.

"Well, your dorm is quite nice," I state candidly. "Me and Eren's room is full is so much crap-" He heartedly chuckles. "Wow, can't believe you have to room with him! Poor you!" I give him a jokingly cruel look as he grins. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what his impressions are of me, but I swear, they better be good!

~Okay so did another update!! Enjoying role playing JeanMarco with my Jean, @wolfheart1256 and it's pretty good! Tell me if you like it or not, because I'm enjoying posting these. Any preferences or ideas?? Keep reading!

~Stay classy, Andrew