That day had started just as boring as any other. I sat in pain, watching over the others and staring at the spreading mold on the padding. That was my whole life. Pain and incredible boredom. Both were endless as I couldn't sleep, or move on my own. I was stiff and old and hurting. Until he walked in.
The boy couldn't have been more than 16, and had obviously been horribly lost, for no one has come in here on purpose in far too long. His expression was one of awe, though I'll never know why. He smiled and walked further into the room. His walk was a dance, graceful and beautiful and overflowing with confidence. His posture, however, was a contradiction. He was slouched in on himself like he wanted the floor to swallow him while. I'd eventually come to learn that that was exactly the case.
He came closer and closer until he was in front of me. He ignored the others entirely, not even sparing a single glance. He smiled, awestruck, and pulled out my worn leather bench with a shriek that made him cringe. He sat carefully and placed his fingers on the keys. He held them there the same way my maestro used to, as though I was delicate and indescribably important to him. The boy hovered his fingers there for a moment, closed his eyes, and began to play.
Somehow, the melody was beautiful. His skillful fingers danced over my yellowed keys and his foot pressed on my pedals. He played slowly at first, and sped up and up until his fingers were flying. I will never understand how he coaxed such sounds out of my worn belly. I was so out of tune it should have been impossible. But even so, he played beautifully.
When he was done his song, he stood up and bowed playfully to an imaginary audience. He closed my lid, pushed in my bench, and whispered that he'd take care of me.
He turned off the lights and left.
But he kept he promise.
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So that happened. I finally updated this! I mean legit no one is reading it ATM but that's fine I'm sure it'll be ok. It's kinda crappy anyways sooooooo...
I need names for main characters so comment some for me please? 2 boys so far is all I've got.
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Dusted Ivory
General FictionA dusty old piano in a dusty old room meets a new boy with things to hide. A story from the perspective of a piano. (Short chapters)