Stiles stared at her, stunned at the sudden request, "Huh?"
Lydia sighed, "Stiles I know you play the piano. Heck, who doesn't?! You were the youngest winner in all of history to win that piano competition years ago."
"Oh so you did homework," Stiles muttered.
Lydia ignored him, "You're a prodigy Stiles and you're just wasting your talent, This is your shot to get back out there."
"No," Stiles said.
"No? What do you mean no?" Lydia asked.
"I mean no, want me to say it in Spanish? Noh," Stiles answered in his best Spanish accent.
Lydia looked at him, "Why?"
Stiles just shook his head and started walking to the door, "Just no okay? Sorry."
Lydia grabbed his wrist, "Please Stiles..."
Stiles looked at her, her head was done so Stiles couldn't see her face. She continued, "I'm begging you Stiles."
"Lydia, there's a reason why I stopped playing," Stiles replied.
Lydia looked up at him, revealing the fact that she was crying, "Then tell me."
Stiles took a deep breath, "When I found out my mother died I just...I couldn't handle it. Then I thought maybe if I played the piano, everything would be okay because playing the piano helps me keep calm. I was okay at first but then...."
Lydia stared at him as he looked at his feet, "I-I couldn't hear the notes and the piano. I became somewhat tone-deaf. It was like I'm drowning in the dark blue sea when I played. No matter how hard I pressed the keys I just couldn't hear the sound. There was no one there to help me. I gave up on playing the piano since then."
Stiles couldn't bring himself to look at her and see the pain in her eyes. He expected her to apologize and leave but instead, she said, "But you have me."
Stiles looked at her as she continued, "You have me now Stiles. I'll help you regain your hearing and to get up on your feet again. I'll do whatever it damn takes because Stiles we musicians need to stick together. And don't you dare say that I should find another accompanist because I don't want just any accompanist, I want you."
Stiles stared at her, amazed by her passion.
"So Stiles, what do you say?"
After a while, he was surprised by his own answer as it escaped from his lips.
"Alright fine, I'll be your accompanist."
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Fanfiction"Why are you doing this for me?" Stiles asked looking at Lydia, "I don't get it." Lydia turned and looked at him, "Because I believe in you Stiles Stilinski, I really do." Stiles Stilinski, a pianist and prodigy, has stopped playing the piano...
