[Mister the Tall Pianist]

Part 2

    The week after your first encounter with the Tall Pianist (as you started nicknaming him since you didn't know his actual name) you sneaked back into the music hall, but made your way to the tier so that you'd have a better view of the people below without them knowing that you were up there.

However, after checking to see if he was there, but didn't see him anywhere, you decided to open your books and study in the silence of the room.

Quite frankly, you hated studying in silence at times like these. You were tired of your day and needed to focus on your studies for the day after, but you knew you couldn't do it without music and you had just decided that you much preferred that tall guy's music... but it was hard without the pianist himself.

Luckily for you, a sudden sequence of clear keen notes reached your ears and pulled you out of your sour mood. You quietly peeked over the guardrail and there he was, playing a tune by himself. It was slow and light hearted, as if to calm a child.

So you leaned back in your seat, reopening your book and scrolling through the pages at your regular rhythm, sometimes stopping when the music accelerated your heart with its uplifting melodies.

About an hour later, you were done with your preparations for tomorrow's classes so you put your book away in your bag again and walked downstairs to make your way out, unnoticed, too self-conscious that you would look like a creepy stalker if you showed yourself and told him you were there since he started practicing.

However, you were still curious to know the name of your new favorite pianist...

And so curiosity killed the cat and you left him a Post-it on the exit door, praying that he wouldn't start thinking that you were a creeper...