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Ashikiba Takuto: Recital

Nervously peeking through the backstage, a boy your age started to play the piano. The piece, ringing through the whole auditorium, can be compared to the original. Next to be at that stage is you. You were a special guest, yet your mind said otherwise. He's more talented than me.

And to make matters worse, you hated being in the stage; within the stage is a nightmare that you never wanted to resurface, again.

As the piece he played ended, your eyebrows twitched, and negative thoughts started to arouse.

Clutching the violin's bow, you walked towards the stage. The audience were eyeing you, which made you shuddered nervously.

"This is a recital. It's normal. I can do this!" You muttered to yourself. Before playing the violin, you looked around, hoping to find somebody along the crowd, yet you found no one. There's no turning back now...

The Bach Chaconne in D minor started to play with your emotions mixed with it. It may be long, but it was enough to endure. For your love of music.

Soon, the piece ended. You bowed, and walked away from the stage, expecting nothing out of the audience. But instead, you heard somebody clapped, until the whole auditorium was filled with claps and whistles.

At the backstage, you saw him once again- the one who played the piano. He smiled at you before greeting you.

It may be akward at first, but one topic led to another. He introduced himself as Ashikiba Takuto, but you preffered to call him 'Ash'.

An hour passed by, which meant it was time for the final piece. Although the piece will be performed shortly after a 15 minute break, the performer was yet to be found.

Panic started to course through the director's mind. Even musicians started to panic. It didn't bothered you too much, yet seeing your acquaintance's face struck panic into you.

Ten minutes remaining into the performance yet the musician who was supposed to perform haven't made any appearances. Some made faces, yet some remained calm.

Suddenly, a soloist made his way to whisper something into the director's ear. He nodded a few times before gathering you around.

He sighed, "Simionne is sick. She can't play with her current condition. I know we don't want to dissappoint our audience, so for the meantime, who wants to play the last part? Any song would do."

Different tones of voices started to fill the backstage, some in protests, some in sadness. Yet no one has ever voluntereed for the performance. You frowned, before approaching the director.

"I will play. Only in one condition." You said sternly, earning a nod from the director. "Can Ashikiba be an accompaniment for me?"

The director stared at you for a second before sighing. He looked at his pocket watch, only to see 5 minutes left on the clock. Panic struck hsi eyes again. "Okay..." He nodded at you.

You ran back to where Ashikiba was, before telling him what your plans are. He frowned at you.

Mendelssohn is from Midsummer's Night Dream. It's still popular up to this day, so both of you decided on playing it. Well, not like it's an easy piece, but you know you both can make it. You smiled at him as he adjusted his seat.

"Ready?" You smiled at him. He didn't need to ask twice.

"Yeah."

A part of you was hesitant of volunteering, yet having an another musician beside you was sure comforting. Different emotions started to course through your music, and before you knew it, there was a standing ovation.

Both of you bowed, before returning into the back. Many greetings of congratulations were voiced out to the both of you.

You smiled at him again, this time, a brighter one. He returned his smile to you, and hugged you.

"That's one heck of a performance out there, (y/n)-san." He removed his arms from you, only to be replaced by his gaze. "Say, would you like to be my accompaniment?" You averted his gaze, your face slightly red from blushing.

"Mh-hm." You poked him in his cheek before running away. He followed you, before breaking into fits of laughter.

Maybe it wasn't bad to attend recitals anymore, as you found something profound; a friend that helped you overcome your stage fright.