Enchanter (A Grant Gustin FanFiction)

1.Claro de Luna

Allegro

I pace across the corridor in a rapid motion - my room to the kitchen and then back to the kitchen, hoping that the rhythm of my movement will distract me from the nervousness brewing in my heart. Very unlike me, I must say, but yes, I was nervous to play in front of a crowd of a 1000 people. And added to that was the point that it had been just 3 months since I joined this academy. Freaking great.

I hear the doorknob of our house turn and I rush to see who is it. Willa enters, holding three bags made of paper. She is on the phone taking and rolling her eyes after almost every syllable. I hold back on my tongue, trying to wait for her to end her call. However, it is an epic fail. After a few minutes am already standing near her, fuming. "Shut up and hang up." I say out loud, without even bothering to care about the thoughts of the person over the phone. "Hang up",I hiss once again when she doesn't, trying to maintain the minimum of self- esteem. Stubborn Willa is annoying as hell. Most of the time, I would just listen to her, but not now when she left me in the morning without even a proper cup of coffee and that too on the day of my freaking show. Nobody treats me like that. I am fucking Allegro Cassidy and she needs to know that. 

After a few seconds of talk she finally gets the cue and hangs up. It doesn't even take me a second to start yelling at her. "Where the fuck were you? What do you think, you will get up at fucking six to do your shitty stuff and leave me without making any breakfast or shit? I told you to stay with me today so that we could pick up a dress and what you do is wake up and go running out like a fucking cat?" She sighs and runs her hand through her hair. "At least let me get in." She says acting all calm and cool. That is one more behavior of hers that annoys me as fuck. To prevent loss of energy I huff and move put of my way to move up the stairs up to her room. I follow her every step. She places each of the bags on the enormous bed and sits down. 

"At least apologize." I say, clearly annoyed with my best friend's behavior. 

"You need to calm down, Al.Look,", she says and her hands hold up the three bags. "C'mon",she says dragging me with her towards her room. I huff once again in annoyance. 

It has been a solid 30 minutes am sure that Willa has me in this fucking chair. It may be longer because even my back aches a little due to my constant posture. She didn't allow me to even look at the mirror. It took her about 10 minutes to get that black dress on me and now she has doing my makeup. Well, she knew her way around makeup as she worked at the theater. However, I also wanted to see myself in the mirror. I needed to. "How long?" I ask her for the thousandth time. "Patience is a virtue."She says and I mentally roll my eyes. 

"You're all done.Open your eyes." She says holding me at arm's length. She holds me by the shoulders to make me stand in front of the mirror and am immediately breathtaken by the girl looking back at me. The dress fits me perfectly, neither too loose nor too tight,but enough to highlight my curves. The v-neck of the dress is low enough to show a bit of my cleavage but not a lot.  Classy. There are two cuts at the abdomen, tiny slits. The eyes of this damsel are done in a way that can easily take breaths away. It brings out the grey as well as the blueness of them and highlights the gorgeous red lips. 

Willa stands behind me, obviously proud of her doings, an ear-to-ear grin plastered on her face. I look back at her via the mirror and give her a smile. She hugs me tightly and whispers "you look gorgeous". I nod and collect myself together to grab my things to reach the hall. I know who all will be there and that it is really important for the academy. I better perform fucking good. 

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People have already gathered and my heart is almost about to jump out of my chest. Calm the fuck down Allegro. "Now I would like to invite one of the exceptionally talented players of the evening. She joined us only 3 months back, yet, here she is , one of the most talented members of the gorup. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Miss Allegro Cassidy." She says and I look at the stage. Paul smiles at me and my heart thumps louder. I walk up the stairs to the front. Paul hugs me. "You will do good, I know. Just let the music in." He says and presses a soft kiss on my cheek. I nervously look back at the crowd, and bow before letting myself stand in front of the piano. Gently, I grab my dress and slide into the place between the piano and the bench. I gently place myself on the bench before taking a deep breath. My hands gently brush the porcelain keys and my mind thinks of the music I will play over here. 

I then gently let my hands play the keys, giving myself completely into Beethoven's Claro de Luna. My mind fills up with the beauty of the moonlight. The shadows and the darkness it creates in its perfect bliss. The moonlight is at his best. He is doing everything to look absolutely stunning and the ocean accepts its beauty. He softens her touch and she gently dances with her in the music. 

I feel the music get into my veins and I gently throw my head back, letting the music into my brain into every part of my fingers. The beauty of the ocean and the moon mesmerizes me and I am lost in their love story. The beauty of the ocean seems to be complete with the moonlight falling on it and I smile gently, looking at these two. And then, the sun slowly peeps out and they know that the moon has to leave. But the ocean is not afraid,she is ready to embrace her lover,the moon as he will gently throw his arms around her tonight. She will wait patiently for him to return. 

I open my eyes,hitting the final keys as my musical piece comes to an end. I lift my hand, looking at the piano in front of me and the room is dead silent for a few seconds, the only sound being the breathing of the people. after a few seconds, the room bursts out into a loud applause. A small smile tugs the corner of my lips and I stand up, bowing and exiting the stage.