Olivia followed Tyler to a gigantic theatre. A grand piano was sitting on the stage, a spotlight shining onto the shiny, black surface.
"What do you think?" Tyler looked at Olivia.
"Are we even allowed in here?" Olivia whispered softly, "But it's lovely... it's perfect."
Olivia ran her finger through the keyboard.
"Do you know how to play any other instruments?" Olivia asked.
"Cello and Drums. So, violin, my favorite, guitar, cello and drums," Tyler answered, smiling at her. He was happy that she made Olivia happy.
"I only know how to play violin, flute and piano. But I started to learn viola too."
"Interesting choice. Viola."
"Why?" Olivia wondered.
"Because... well, it doesn't normally use treble clef. I prefer instruments that uses treble clef."
"I see."
Olivia started to play Turkish March by Mozart. It was her favorite classic song. Tyler watched at Olivia's hands, which moves swiftly from each key to another.
When she was finished, Tyler clapped and whispered in her ears, "Play a pop song and sing. I want to hear you."
Olivia took time to think and started to play the same song as Tyler.
🎶Nobody ever wants to be alone
'Cause we all want a friend to call our own
These days get mighty cold sometimes
So I guess I'll just make this wish and close my eyes
And I'm wishing upon a star
That I'll find you wherever you are
And I just know that special someone's out there somewhere
I wonder what it feels like to fall in love
Somebody tell me
'Cause I got feeling on the inside that I might find it
Now I'm stuck on the outside, outside, outside
Stuck on the outside, outside, outside
Outside of love, outside of love, outside of love, outside of love, outside of love🎵
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Short StoryA girl met a boy at a musical festival. A year later, she met him again, at another musical festival. She remembered him, but does he remembered her? Thanks to @lunathestars for the covers (inside) This is my first story, guys. So sorry if there'...
