Bellarke One-Shots

The Piano Man and the Singer

Authors note: sorry about not posting much but now that school is in session I've been super busy with stuff. (Kind of a spin off of Lala land and piano man by Billy Joel)

She hears him before she sees him. She falls in love with his music before she falls in love with his heart. And the music of love could be heard miles away, but the sound was sweetest between the two.

The piano man and the singer.

Today was a bad day. Today was another day of singing at audition after audition until my throat was sore and my voice was hoarse. Today was another day of being not being taken seriously by directors and laughed at by my agent. Today my agent actually dropped me. Today was not a good day.

I was feeling irritable, crappy, and confused. I was walking home because my car broke down, again. I walked past a shady looking brick building with numerous vandalism tags. Among them one stood out, "piano man," it read.

I was about to keep on walking when I heard the most beautiful music I had ever heard. The notes blended in perfect harmony and floated eloquently through my ears and pleasantly cleansed my mind. Soon all the voices of anger and irritation were erased from my mind and replaced with the harmonies of the sweet piano music.

I felt my arm reach for the door inside before my mind processes what my possessed arm was doing. I felt a wave of cool air brush over my exhausted body and my eyes were blinded by the dim light inside. I took a step inside and the door slammed closed behind me. I considered the possibility that this was a mistake, but I couldn't help it. I was drawn in by the music, my second language.

I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. When I turned around in my barstool, I saw him. The piano player. His fingers moved melodically fast, his faced was scrunched in a transfixed concentration and his body swung in time with the music. Oh the music. It was the most unconventionally, uniquely beautiful style of playing I had ever heard and I loved it so much. So I sat and listened. I listened until everyone else left and the man behind the bar said, "last call."

I paid my tab and grabbed my purse, when I reached for the door my hand collided with a familiar one. I looked up and the hand belonged to the piano player.

"After you." He said, opening the door but not walking out.

"Thanks." I walked out the door and so did he. "Your playing was phenomenal." I said.

"Thanks." His cheeks blushed and he looked down almost embarrassed-like.

I started walking down the street. "Do you want a ride?" He asked.

I looked at him unsure and was about to politely turn him down when he said, "I know how it sounds, but really I just want to give you a ride home. These streets aren't exactly safe to walk through at night."

"Alright." I said surprising myself. If it was anyone else in any other situation I would have said no, but something about him made me compelled to say okay. "But I think I should at least know your name."

"Fair enough." He laughed. "My name is Bellamy Blake."

I smiled, he had a nice laugh.

"You know, I think I should know your name considering your about to get into my car." Bellamy joked.

"Clarke." I said with a playful smile.

"Okay, Clarke." He said opening my door for me.

That's the story of how I met the piano man. Everything after that is another story of its own.