Intertwined

Miles

Miles

I slowly ran my fingers across the old piano keys, nostalgia filling up the room around me. I haven't played a piano in years, and it quite frustrated me because piano was always a get away for me and I enjoyed it rather so. I guess I really didn't have the time for it anymore. I looked around the elegant capacious room where other extravagant pianos respectfully stood, there was no one here. A small smile tugged at my lips as I preceded to slide out the black leather stool of the Grand Piano, sitting, I slowly but surely moved my fingers along the cold white stone keys getting a feel of them. "I missed you," I faintly said, my voice raspy and cold as if I could burst into tears at the moment. I placed a hand on the keys the other resting in my lap peacefully, slowly I brushed along the keys, a distant memory of I giorni flooded my mind as I played the slow sweet melody. My other hand reached up assisting in the classic-modish tune. I closed my eyes letting my head and shoulders smoothly move with the music, my fingers piercing every note as if the melodic memory has stayed intact in them for so long. I smiled at the thought of it. I started humming along with the rhythmic melody, the graceful downtempo of the song filling me will utter relaxatio-

"Woah.. dude you're so good!" A raspy deep voice half-shouted, breaking through my playing.

My hands froze as I shot my head up looking at a man with a Classical Hill Music vest standing at the end of the piano looking straight at me, he looked around my age but I could be mistaken. I didn't really get a good look at him considering I shot my head back down in utter shame.

"Uhh," I mumbled. Smart.

"How long have you been playing?" He started moving around the front of the piano towards me slowly. "I play the piano myself but my dude, I have never heard someone as-"

"I'm sorry.." I stopped him short. "I should be going," I mumbled, barley audible. I stood up quickly, accidentally nocking over the stool with a loud thud making me jump slightly. "Hey-" His voice stammered before I stopped him once again. "Sorry!" I shouted making the room echo with my cry of embarrassment. I was barley even listening to what he had to say, I was too embarrassed and a bit alarmed at the fact he caught me playing.

Stepping over the stool I made my way towards the exit sign not to far from me. I ran more or less to say.

And I kept running.

I stopped about a half a block away from Classical Hill Music and took a breath. My cheeks redder than from before. It's not that I have stage fright or anything, it's just I don't believe I'm that good enough for people's sweet ears to endure. Plus I don't need peoples fake enthusiasm to reassure me on my "talents", let me tell you what crap it is when it does happen. The whole "You did great!" or "That was fantastic!" brigade is bullshit. I hate that.. I hate that so much. I don't mind people's consideration of trying to be polite and nice but bullshitting me when we both know you're bullshitting frustrates me.

I huffed out my cheeks, standing up from scrunching over, with both hands on my knees, before. I resumed my walk home.

Alright.. maybe I do have a tad bit of stage fright.

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I should've stayed home one more day.

I was so not looking forward to band with Mr. Jethros, sure, he's a great teacher and all. His lessons seem rather pointless half the time- but it was with Ellie. My phobia of facing her has become so surreal now, I think I could just bolt to the schools front doors and run all the way home.

Yeah, that seemed reasonable.

I've been avoiding Ellie all day, not like she hasn't come up to me yet that is so I get the word avoiding is a bit to punctual.