The Pianist

Chapter 1

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Never have I ever considered myself to oppose to love before, but when I had trapped myself in a room with only white walls, two pieces of furniture, and a musical instrument. I considered it love at first sight.

I didn't like the thought of being out in the crowd with my father and him continuously boasting about how great I am at piano playing, and how our house is the most tedious on the block. I also didn't like the thought of everyone agreeing to it.

I excused myself from the large crowd of old ladies gawking over my fathers 'good looks' and the older men glancing over at me every so often.

"Pardon my interruption," I say smiling at the older women. "Father" I say looking over at him and giving him a polite look, even though I'm dying on the inside. "Excuse me while I go to the restroom." I flattened out any wrinkles that have been previously created in my dress and walked towards the bathroom, as my father called out to me and said,

"Don't be too long, sweetie! You don't want to miss out on our big discussion about politics!" I zoned out at the last few parts, mostly because I didn't care about the constant bickering that would soon stir up between the ten adults.

The truth is, I really didn't have to go to restroom and I've made that pretty clear, but my prestigious father is too stupid to even figure that out for himself.

I had entered this room in my house that I've never existed. It was small with three objects in it. A piano, a metal side table, and a wooden cabinet. Odd combination for a very high quality house, like mine, but it seemed to work well.

I sat myself down at the piano and a song just began to flood through my head. I began to play a song that had been stuck in my head.

I cleared my throat and began to sing the first verse.

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me co

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Just then I had to stop my piano playing, because I had heard my father call out to the bathroom saying,

"Darcy c'mon you're gonna miss our big discussion about preforming!" After I didn't reply, his footsteps had trailed back to the group because I hadn't responded.

I crept out of the room, ever so silently and began to head out towards the crowd.

Once I arrived, everyone turned their attention towards me as my father began to brag about my piano playing, again.

I didn't even know where the talent came from. My father isn't nearly as good as me, because he has no musical talent in him. I never met my mother or seen a picture of her, so I've never actually known where my talent came to be, but it's always been apart of me.

The conversation shortly ended whenever an older woman interrupted, due to the fact that her grandson had showed up.

"Ooh! Sorry to intrude in the discussion, but my grandson just showed up!" She then turned and faced me and said, "He's a pianist like you, Darcy!" I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought. Great. Another nine year old with no talent whatsoever.

Then a tall man with brown hair and eyes stepped forward into the crowd. I tried not to stare too long, but he was very gaze-worthy.

He looked at me, smiled, and then held out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Brendon. Finally nice to see a girl my age play piano for once."

I cleared my throat, held out my hand, and replied back saying "I'm Darcy. Please to meet you." It felt like this moment had lasted far too long. It felt like time stopped, and only Brendon and I could have this moment to talk without the rest of the group interrupting.

We removed our hands from one another, and proceeded the current conversation about preforming in front of a large crowd.

"Darcy, honey! Tell them about that time where you preformed in front of over five hundred people!" I rolled my eyes and told the story about how I had the worst time of my life.

"Well," I said "It was a heck of a journey. My father booked this preformance for me," My father had interrupted me because he wanted to brag about how easy it was for him to score the performance. He always did this. Bragging about how amazing he is.

My family is very eminent. They think that they are better than everyone else. My dad especially. I've never met my mother. If I ask my father about her, he either ignores the question, or changes the subject. I guess she isn't that important as I thought she was, because no one ever mentions her or wants to talk about her, so I try to forget about asking my father every so often about his long lost wife because I know it bothers him to the core.

The conversation is distant and I'm not included. Brendon talks every once in awhile, but slowly stops after someone else interrupts, which seems to be very common here.

The gathering shortly ends after everyones happy face dies down into a "I don't want to be here anymore" face. My father and I say goodbye to everyone at the doorway, until there was no one left.

Brendon had walked out shortly later than everyone else. He shook my hand and gave me a small smile and had shortly left my home.

There was something about Brendon that made him more appealing than everyone else at my house. I wasn't sure if it was because he was my age, or that he was a pianist like me. Whatever it was, I liked it.
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