The diaries of a new comer

Day 3 - The second part

After the course finished, I quickly went out to grab a bite and then I went to a music room to study the piano. As I went in there......
I heard the magic sound of a piano played beautifully. I cracked the door open and I saw the charming Sebastian that I met at the music theory class playing the piano. He was playing something really complicated and in the same time he made it look easy. I was admiring from the door when suddenly my whole body relaxed. Without realising I drop my pen, sound that stopped him from playing one of the most beautiful things I ever heard.
"I'm so sorry," I said
"No problem. What gets you around here?"
"Well, I came here to practice and I heard the sound of the piano and I stopped by"
"Do you play the piano?"
"Yes, sometimes the guitar too"
"Well lets see what you've got"
I put my bag on the floor and went to the piano. I started playing one of my favourite songs. I don't think anyone understands what you feel when I play the piano. I've been playing it since I was 6. I can't say I was passionate about it since the beginning but when I was 13 I started to understand it more. I couldn't get enough of it. When I was little it was sometimes like something in my back which kept me from going outside and playing because I had to practice, from going out with my friends because again I had practice which as many of old teacher say "it is never enough". But when I grew up it became a plus. When I was 15 and my friends were trying to decide what they are going to do in life, what careers they might choose, I already knew. I knew I wanted to be a musician, to produce and perform music. And at that time my career already started, it was something no one could ever take away from me. And it still is. When I finished playing it he was in shock.
"Damn. You are damn good." he said
"Thank you, you are really good as well"
He looked like he wanted to say something, but unfortunately he got interrupted by the bell. I got saved by the bell. I'm not saying that I don't like Sebastian, is just that I met him today and I hate those awkward moments when you just met someone and you don't know what to talk about.
"I have ensemble now, and I think we have it together. They usually put in an ensemble two pianists, and last week it was just me, now that I met you I guess you are the other pianist" he said laughing gently.
"Yes I do, hah" I faked a laugh.
In the lesson we just decided what we are going to play together as a duet and we agreed on the times we can practice together. After the lesson was finished I wanted to go quickly home, as I really like spending time alone. I was walking down the street and I felt something touching me. I turned around and it was Sebastian.
"I know it seems like I followed you but I really live 2 streets away. I saw you hurrying home after the Ensemble and I was wondering if you are alright? You seemed upset"
"No it's just that I moved here 2 days ago and I still have some unpacking to do and I don't really have time to waste and hang around"
"Oh okay.. See you tomorrow?"
"Yes. See you"
When I got home I was so tired. The first day wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be. You don't even know what to expect from this life anymore. Everyone says it is a fresh start and I should enjoy it but, how? I am already tired. I went upstairs to lay in bed for 5 seconds, it felt like the thing I really needed, next thing I know is...

*Special thanks too Just_kill_me_now for the shoutout, it really means a lot to me 😊*