Strings and Keys - Laverreshipping

Minuets

у αи∂ ι мєт αт нєя нσυѕє тσ ρℓαу together at 7 P.M. Before I went, my father shoved tons of fried rice into my mouth. Vonnie silently giggled at me. That's what sisters are for, right?

My father drove me to her house, which I immediately regretted for letting him.

"So are you two okay now?"

I shrugged.

"Do you know which music you are playing?"

I shrugged.

"Do you have any crushes?"

I shrugged. Maybe?

"Does anyone like-like you besides Ada?"

I shrugged. How am I supposed to know?

"Okay we're here."

Finally. Sometimes I feel like my father was a slow driver... well.. you know why. I got out of the car and spotted Y through the front window. She was practicing.

I entered the house with my father. Y's mother greeted me and gave my father a hug. Y waved to me and signaled me to follow her.

"We're gonna play some more Bach."

"Which one?"

"Johann Sebastian Bach."

"Cool."

"Lemme play Minuet 3 so you can get the rhythm of Bach's work."

And so Y went. Her fingers danced and pressed onto the strings. Her bow followed each step and lift. I slowly walked towards the piano. I stared at the music sheet and followed the notes that Y was playing.

As she entered another bar, I barged in. I played at her amazing speed. I didn't realize that Y's mother and my father were listening in front of us until Y and I began repeating.

Minuets were fast. "Xavier, you can go faster!" my father hissed.

My arms were already so tired. My piano playing cried for help. Y darted her eyes toward me. X, don't stop. Don't even think about stopping.

I felt my father becoming overwhelmed. He was looking at a son that looked like he was going to excuse himself to go to the restroom, puke, and ask for forgiveness for having an embarrassing son.

"X!" Y literally screamed at me. "Faster! You're becoming slower and slower!"

Being a pathetic boy, I did what I was told. Then I was dominating the music. I heard Y's playing go a little slower. A buzz on her phone sounded. Her playing was growing sad. She slowly dropped down onto her knees. Y began crying but kept playing. When she played slower, I played slower. When she didn't play at all, I didn't play at all.

Y was sobbing. "X... in the box.. below the pictures... there was a letter from the doctors.. saying that she would either die or wake up."

I stood up and looked down at her phone.

Hospital. Immediately.
Patient Willow Zono is officially brain dead.

"They say she's close."

"Close to what?"

"Death," Y replied, pressing her teeth against her tongue. "What else?"

I wiped a tear from a cheek. And another. And another. And another one. I took a peek at my father. He was covering his eyes with his hands.

Using Y's phone, I called Vonnie to meet us at the hospital. She didn't ask why. She just said: "I'll be there."

"Everyone, get ready." said my father.