Strings and Keys - Laverreshipping

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ι ѕ¢σσтє∂ тнє ѕтσσℓ α ℓιттℓє ¢ℓσѕєя тσ the piano. My father always told me to look at the notes before hitting the keys. But I didn't need notes. Once I touched a note, I knew which place it was in. Why?

I've been playing the song for exactly 5 years and sixteen days. It's a personal thing to do. No one understood why. They grew to become quite annoyed by it. If I told everyone why, they'd do the opposite of what I wanted them to treat me.

"That song is nice."

I froze. I stopped playing. It was a feminine voice I've never heard of before. I turned and I saw her. Long locks tied up into a ponytail, piercing blue eyes, and skin a little tanner than mines. "You know, crouching all the time isn't good for your spine. Yer gotta have a straight back!"

We began a long stare. Her eyes never taking off mines and my brain wondering why I was staring. I tried to stop but she was still piercing her eyes at me. I heard my wristwatch ticking away, the breeze from the open window kick in, the conversations in the hall, and her breathing.

"Uh," I said. "How long have.. we been like this?"

She suddenly shook her head. "Oh my gosh! I'm so, so sorry! Uh, uh!"

"Uh it's alright.."

"I was going to ask you something."

"Uh what?"

"I'm really sorry this is so sudden. That song you played. Can you perform it two hours later at a recital?"

"Wait, here?"

"Yeah! Of course! This is the only stage in the whole entire school after all.."

"Yeah okay."

"So you have it memorized?"

"Of course," I mumbled. "I've been playing for five years."

"Wow.. that's long.."

"Er, yeah."

"Well, I have it memorized too!" the girl said. "Can we do a duet then?"

I squinted my eyes, "You play violin?"

"Yep! Lemme take it out."

I never noticed until now that she was holding a black violin case. The girl gently placed the case on the floor and unpacked. (A/N: And yes, I do play the violin myself XD)

She took out her bow and rosin it. (A/N: Look it up 😂) Lifting the violin to reach under the chin, she slowly raised her other hand with the bow. Then, she hit the strings.

I watched as her fingers and bow go in sync. Once I figured out where she was in the song, I stepped in. A duet.

The piano responded to my every touch. For a moment, the violinist went a little too quick but slowed down when she realized I was a note behind her. I kept telling myself to focus.

I couldn't. I haven't played with a violinist in so long and that was my own fault. After the fifth to the last note, I stopped, which caused her to stop.

"I'm sorry," I said with a blank face. "I can't do this anymore."

"Why?" she asked. "You were really good!"

"I'll come back an hour later."

I left her speechless, but it was normal for me. Normally when people ask me an unimportant or personal question, I just don't ignore. "Please do." I heard her whisper.

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I arrived back home after that. School was just a train ride anyways so it took me about five minutes to return. I drop my backpack near the front door and kicked my shoes off.