Flames {phan au}

*muted happy*

A/N: When Dan says "I signed" I mean sign language. Just thought I would say that for anyone who couldn't figure that out. (I'm not being an ass...I'm just very sarcastic)

~J

Disclaimer: nothing really to worry about.

Dan:

Gliding my finger across the cold white piano keys, I feel at home. Looking through the piano books, wonder what to play today? I would ask the music teacher, but I mean, I dont do talking. Well, anymore. She still likes speaking to me. She walked out of her office and sat her elbow on the side of the piano.

"Hi Dan, how are you feeling today?" she smiles.

"Alright thanks." I sign back. Grinning.

"That's good. Do you know what today is?" she asked, raising her voice at the word is.

"Should I know?" I sign. Shrugging.

"Oh my goodness Dan. How could YOU of all people forget." she said frowning, in a sarcastic way.

"Dunno. I've never had a good memory." I signed and smiled.

"Well, I dont know whether this is happy or not but...today is the day that marks 3 years of Dan-no-speak." she says, like that's a positive.

"Fantastic." I signed, sarcastically.

"That also means 3 years of me learning sign language, and not hearing your voice." she says sweetly.

"Sucks to be you then." I signed. Then laughed at myself, and her foolishness. Why would anyone want my posh-but-not-articulate voice. I'm literally the human fucking embodiment of Whinny the Pooh. Which is one reason of my 3 years of silence, the others are simply...

"What are you planning on playing today Mr. Howell?" she asked, still leaning on the piano.

"Thinking an originl." I signed. Then she started giggling.

"What?" I signed, really confused.

"Oh it's nothing, I'm laughing at the fact that you've been mute for 3 years and have known sign language for roughly two and you still miss letters when your signing." she said still chuckling. Even though she's a teacher, I think she does find her student's failure and unlikely-ness somehow funny, I mean I don't blame her. It is funny...only when its not you.

"Alright be that way Mr. Anyways...an original you say. I've had the opportunity to hear a few of your originals, I mean I'm lucky. Your not one to share." she stated. She's moved to the other side of the room, she started to organize the music for the year 10 concert. But she turns to me, expecting me to sign something back, I don't. I just shrug. Then take a seat on the piano bench. I glide my fingers up and down the piano keys. counting all 88 keys, becoming even more familiar with the feel. I press down and play a C major. Simple. I begin to play a song I wrote called Midnight Lullaby one of my favourites. Halfway through, I'm already getting lost in my notes and invisible lyrics that nobodies heard. I wrote actual lyrics for it, but since I'm a 'selective mute' no ones been able to hear the lyrics, and I've never written them down. They just stay engraved into my memory, and come out internally when I start striking the black and white keys of song.

Phil:

While I'm sitting with my artist block, I keep wondering who this Dan is. Why do people keep saying he's the quietest person you'll ever meet? Is he really obsessed with the piano? Some people even said they heard him and they said it was like his music put them into a trance. Sounds like some Illuminati type thing. Creepy. I still don't even know what he looks like but people keep telling me that he's really strange and apparently dresses weird.  Since we have school uniforms, thats hard to believe. Judging people isn't right, I should ask Pj. He seems unbiased.