You scoffed softly at the tone of his voice, but a bit happy that he seemed to get that it was you playing the piano.
"Yes! That's what I was telling you! There isn't any stereos in here, only instruments." You cross the room to stand by him, "And no one is in here besides you and I."
"Hmph! Well, I need to see for myself then! Play another song!", Sakuya commanded, crossing his arms.
You look at him, annoyed that commanded you, it seemed as if you had to prove yourself anyway. No matter, you knew what song you wanted to play next for it was one of your favorites and a classic.
Still, you narrowed your eyes as if to say 'Okay Mr.Bossy! Whatever you say! And what about a please?!' and as if knowing what you were thinking he glared at you. You sigh, gesturing to the black bench and say, "Um, okay then...? Scoot over."
Sakuya does so and you sit down right next him, raising your hands over the piano keys, you pause. Taking in the silence of the room, you inhale slowly.
It was very nerve-racking having him watch your every move, you felt if you were to mess up—even one single note, or if your timing wasn't right— you know he'd mock you and your skills.
And considering how closely you were sitting next to him, you knew he would notice when you messed up—you tended to cringe when you'd accidentally play the wrong chord, I mean doesn't everybody?— just feeling his judging eyes on you without even turning to look, was stressful. And also the bird that was also watching you closely with its black eyes.
You clear your throat awkwardly and say , "Um...I didn't learn from a teacher, I taught myself so..."
Not waiting for a reply, you exhale as you start the first chords of the song [1]. The only way to play a song properly was to relax and listen to it, you reminded yourself.
And you did just that.
Gently pressing the piano keys, the song softly played out. Peaceful. Just peaceful. You only concentrated on playing as if Sakuya wasn't right next to you. It was the only way to relax while playing. And at times your arms would brush against Sakuya's to reach the lower chords it would cause a faint warm blush to dust your cheeks. Ignoring it, you continued with the song, focusing on your memory of sound.
About halfway through the song, you discreetly and quickly glanced at Sakuya out of the corner of your eye. Only to see his reaction of course! To your surprise you see his eyes closed. He looked calm, peaceful too.
The white dove on the piano also looked extremely calm, seemingly enjoying the song.
And it suited him more than that scowl he had on yesterday, you noticed. The scowl only seemed to make him look unsociable– or even unapproachable.
You even noticed how tranquil the room was now filled with the pianos' song.You finish off the song with the last chord echoing in the room. Happy that not once had you messed up during the song, you smiled and turn to Sakuya.
He turned to look at you and you noticed the faintest of smiles. His ice blue eyes weren't quite as cold as they had been but it was almost as if he now respected you.
Shocked, you blush as you stared wide-eyed at him as he looks back at the piano. He plays a note that you recognize from the song you played, then he says, "You not a bad piano player."
Your face felt too warm for comfort so you raise your hands and slap them on your cheeks. Finally! He says something nice to you.
He smirks, seeing your reaction and remarks, "For a peasant."You gasp,' Way to kill my mood, Sakuya!' You sweat-drop as he chuckles quietly. You sigh, just when it seemed he was being to warm up to you, he says that. How conceited...
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Welcome to St. Pigeonation's! (Reader Insert)
أدب الهواةWelcome! To St. Pigeonation's, the most splendid and greatest academy of the pigeon , by the pigeon and for the pigeon. And you're going! This story has humans and their pigeon self. But it'll mostly feature their human selves. [Reader Insert] Also...