"well, i thought it was fantastic," i giggled, earning a scrunched up music sheet to the face from an unimpressed clarinet player. i exhaled another chuckle and rested my chin on my arms, sitting backwards on a too-small plastic chair. "no, really, babe. i loved it"
hari sat in the front row, shaggy bangs in her eyes and she shook her head to rid of them, though they fell right back into place.
"i don't know what i'm doing wrong..." she mumbled, eyebrows knitted together and her teeth grazing her lip. "it goes F sharp, then- fuck no, what's that one again?" she pointed a manicured fingertip to her sheet music that lied on her lap and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"i don't know how to read music," I reminded her. there was a small group of other people in the hall, all bearing instruments and nimble fingers. with random notes and frustrated groans filling the air every so often, i let out a sigh.
"i'm bored. this is boring." I said, dragging out my words.
hari didn't even look up, her knee bouncing. there were ripped fishnet stockings on her legs and a vintage slinky black dress on her shoulders, scuffed cow-boy boots that looked straight out of her grandmother's closet on her feet. an interesting get-up, but different every day.
"i said, i'm bored." i repeated, a little louder this time and she looked up, annoyed.
"then go find something to do, fatass. actually, get me a music stand from 197. thanks." she threw a lock of her hair over her shoulder and continued with her struggle to read her music.
"fatass? i'm hurt."
"just go!"
laughing and holding my hands up in surrender, i stood up and ran my fingertips through my hair. "fine. i'll be back," i told her, pulling my backpack onto one shoulder and leaving the hall.
almost 10 minutes after going down the hallway and up the stairs, then doing three laps of the floor, i found room 197 tucked away in the corner. the door's number hung by one screw instead of two and i turned the copper handle that left my hand smelling of coins. once the door cracked open, i could hear the soft sound of a piano. a light tune, not too complex but not simple enough to pinpoint the song. i silently shut the door behind me and looked to the piano in the corner. nobody used it and the keys had a thin layer of dust coating them, a few of them not even working. but today, there was a boy sitting on the cracked, maroon leather stool behind it. his skin was pale and sun-splattered with light freckles, his shaky fingertips touching the keys so softly, i was surprised they even made a noise. without a sound, or even a thought, i took my camera out of my bag. there was no way i couldn't want to film this; the delicacy of his movements were like a sweet spring breeze and the focus of his eyes was like that of a lion watching it's prey, but softer. the dim light that only lit my side of the stuffy room cast a shadow across his face, his high cheekbones prominent and his church-bell lips between his teeth. my thumb ran over the power button of the cam-corder twice before pressing down, and to my dismay, the camera let out two short beeps, the screen lighting up blue.
the boy's soft movements halted to a rigid still and he slowly raised his head, thick eyelashes framing his eyes that held neptune itself. no words left his lips, he just ran his gentle hands over the dusty keys and raised to his feet.
"i- that was- i'm sorry, i-" i stuttered out, feeling heat rise to my cheeks at his unreadable stare. "i just, i wanted to film you because, well because- i don't know why, actually," i ran my free hand over my face and he nodded slowly, floating over to the door and leaving before i could process it. even his walking was smooth and delicate, like a graceful bluebell flower dancing in the breeze. my eyes lingered on the door for longer than they should have and i shook my head, running my fingertips through my hair and grabbing a music stand. I put my camera back and carried the metal stand back down to the hall placing it in front of hari and taking my seat again.
"what took you so long? i've been waiting," she said, adjusting it and putting her loose papers onto it.
"i don't see why you don't just get a folder." i mumbled, ignoring her question and huffing through my nostrils.
"leave me alone. and what's wrong with you, your cat die when you were up there or something?" she put her reed in her mouth to moisten it and bopped her head to imaginary music, as if in her mind, she were piecing together the askew notes playing in the background.
"i don't even have a cat." i blew at my hair when it flopped onto my forehead.
"then what's up your ass?"
"nothing. but i think i've decided something."
"oh no."
"shut up. I've decided i'm really gonna do it. i'm gonna get my shit together this year and i'm gonna do it."
she took the reed from her mouth and held it between two fingers. "you said that last year. and the year before."
"i know, but i really mean it this time."
"you said that too. 'i'm gonna do it hari, i'm gonna make my film and submit it to the festival. i mean it this year, i really do, babe'" she mimicked me, dropping her voice and putting her hand to her chest.
"i don't sound like that. and i know, but i really do mean it this time. i just didn't know what to make it about last time."
she returned the reed to her lips and spoke around it. "and now you do?"
"i think so."
"well?"
i sat up and rolled my shoulders back, leaning in closer to her and grinning. "well, you'll see."
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henlo
i finally put up a story get hyped
the vid attatched is the vibe of what troye was playing
i'm gonna try n update once or twice every week or so lol kick my ass if i don't (harass me on twit @ venusnef)
ok thanks see u soon
-mira <3
