Boys of Sonder | bts -- 심 아 나 DONT DELETE

.02

.02 - Piano

He was quiet when he came. 

She was manning the shop alone, watching the car lights and towering silhouettes of people and their umbrellas rush by. Not many had come into the shop that day, so she didn't expect anyone else to come in an hour before closing time. She swept up around the shelves, putting away any lost records she had piled up on the piano. It was the store's center piece, an outlier among the racks of guitars, trumpets, saxophones, and rows of drums, keyboards, etc. it stood alone and gracefully, and it always tempted her to play it. But no matter how many times she'd sit down to polish the keys and make sure everything was and in tune, she felt too insecure about her fingers pressing onto the keys. She never bothered to memorize keys, and she was better at her own odd collection of instruments like the cello or the ukulele.

So she left the poor, graceful muse alone to be untouched and unnoticed. She continued with her task, finding a whole lot of sheet music scattered under the piano. The lifted the cover sheet and crawled under, piling everything up in her arms. She was about to get back up when she heard the chimes of the store ring, she froze. She peeked under the cover, finding black boots making their way over to the piano, slowly and hesitantly. The stranger took a look around first before sitting down. No noise came from the keys.

She thought about just climbing out and apologizing, but as the time ticked by she felt it would only seem a lot stranger.  She was stuck under the piano, staring at the stranger's ripped jeans and boots. The only thing going through her mind: 'Whoever this is has really nice legs . . .'

She relaxed after a moment, thinking that as long as she remained silent, she wouldn't get caught. And that's when they began to play, the notes coming slowly at first before erupting into a soft harmony. It started off light-hearted and almost sweet, something you wouldn't mind swaying to in the afternoon. But as it continued it grew somber and slow and sad, and she watched as their feet shifted one way and another-- and then the light-heartedness returned again, but it wasn't the same. It seemed as if they could tell because soon it slowed down again until they finally stopped. It was abrupt and almost violent, the mood changing so quickly within just seven minutes.They rested their hands between their legs and under the dark shadow of the grand piano she saw that they were beautiful and strong and couldn't help but wonder what the person looked like.

But she remained under the piano, clutching the sheet music and waited for him to leave. She watched as their legs soon began to draw back as they pushed themselves up off the chair. She crawled to the edge of the sheet, lifted it and take a peek at who it was. As she knelt there, the sheet cover sitting on top of her head, she caught a glimpse of his profile. His soft and boyish eyes remained transfixed to the floor as he pushed open the door and made his way out, letting them be masked by the bangs of his dyed mint-green hair. A car drove by and it's headlights illuminated a side of his face long enough for her notice the way his lips trembled. He stood there under the neon sign of their store, wiping away the tears welling up in his eyes before quickly regaining his composure: an indifferent expression. She got up and watched him disappear down the street, letting the rain soak him. The sign flickered as he turned the corner.

「song room」