D a y d r e a m s

play: cello suite no. 1 in g major -- for piano

Noah wasn't fond of classical music. 

In fact, he loathed classical music with all his heart. He found the cluttering, cacophonous sounds of Mozart and Beethoven nonsensical and irritating.  Where was the melody that took you from the beginning to the end? The words that spoke of youth and heartache? The intensity of the instrumentals from electric guitars and drums and basses? 

Naturally, when Noah opened up his fridge and heard the tinkling of a piano overheard playing a song that clearly wasn't contemporary enough for his taste, his lips curled. 

There was a new tenant in the apartment building Noah had inhabited for so long. The previous owner of the loft above him had dearly loved death metal. Now, it seems that the next inhabitant was a lover of classical, for after the first song ended, a second piece came playing right after. 

Noah gritted his teeth. He sort of missed the wailing of a shitty guitar player. 

* * *

"Why don't you just ask them to stop if it bothers you so much?" Leah asked, popping her bubblegum as Noah expressed his frustration over the music for the fifth time during his movie night with his girlfriend. After hearing the same four songs being played over and over, Noah finally researched the damn music and realized that the player was focusing on Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons.'

To be honest, the loft player was a thousand times better than any recording he found. 

Though Noah would never admit that. 

"Make a statement," she continued. "If you have listen to their music, then they should have a taste of their own medicine."

"That would be rude," he chuckled, rolling his eyes at his girlfriend.

She made a face at him and focused her attention back on her book--something about the musings of Socrates. "Hey, are you able to make it tonight to the Philosophy Night at the bar I told you about?"

"I can't." He smiled apologetically at her, trying to reach for her hand, but Leah smoothly slid it out of his grip and kept her gaze forward. "Babe, you know I have that interview to prepare for at the hospital in a few days, I don't have time."

Just then, the third movement of 'Winter' started to sing delicately, until suddenly the notes were followed by a loud bang of inharmonious chords. Someone let out an audible howl of frustration. Momentarily, the piano music paused.

Quickly, Leah jumped to her feet and ran to Noah's stereo system to plug in her phone. 

Now let's listen to some real music."

A Day To Remember began blasting through the loft and Leah threw her head back and laughed before she beckoned Noah to dance with her. Soon enough, a pair of footsteps stomped overhead as a door slammed and the shoes paraded down the stone steps outside. 

"Someone's got anger issues," Leah snorted with a gleeful look. Philosophy Night seemed forgotten. 

Noah didn't hear his neighbor return, even as the night went on. 

* * *

Noah's keys slipped through his fingers, and right afterward, the pile of medical textbooks in his arms tumbled onto the ground before his door. Noah cursed. Maybe all that caffeine wasn't such a good idea after all. 

He was in the midst of gathering up all his items when a second pair of hands joined him in the process. He froze. 

An unfamiliar girl knelt besides him, quickly stacking the textbooks with swift, graceful movements. She had her pink lips pursed as she brushed aside a thick strand of black hair. Her mascara was slightly smudged under her eyes, a feature Noah noted when she turned a friendly gaze towards him and smiled.