His well-toned fingers gently hovered over the white and ebony keys, creating melodious music inside that big auditorium. It was not the best musical piece the world might claim to be, but it was the best music for someone who sees beauty behind the lyrics and hears the harmonic sound the rest of the crowd didn’t. Her name was Mary – a hopeless romantic musician who knows nothing but to sing out of tune and dance out of beat. Nobody recognizes her from the throng of people, but she fairly knows everything about the musician and the song he was playing. No, she’s not the typical stalker that you know who checks him regularly on Facebook, follows him on Twitter and Instagram, sends anonymous fan mails, and screams at the top of her lungs right on every concert. She’s rather ordinary – too ordinary even to be noticed.
He immediately stood and waved at his fans, who roared in optimism and idolatry, after his song number.
She hoped she could do the same – shout her heart out and say to him how much she liked him or rather confess her undying love for him. She couldn’t help but sigh as he began to walk towards the backstage, not fully knowing that somehow, somewhere, someone cared for him and his family. More than even her life.
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The auditorium was back to its normal pace again – empty and still. She felt familiar warmth with the soothing hand that touched the edge her shoulders. Taking a deep breath to control her palpitating heart, she turned to him with that blank stare she usually gives him. Yes, him. A wide smile greeted her – a smile that seemed to open the gates of heavens.
“Thanks for composing the song; I hope you can make more, like the one that I sang a while ago, the one that hit the billboard.” He smiled. She smiled. She smiled because that’s all she could do.
She’s pretending that she’s a mute in order to hide her identity. The songs that she wrote actually mirrors everything that she wanted to say to him, to her loved ones and to the people whose lives he affected so much. It’s his own way of lamenting over the things which could be done, but shouldn’t be.
